"Alas...... Could it be that the women of our Oriental family ...... Do you have to endure such a tragic fate?" The old lady of the East looked up to the sky, sighed long, and was sad: "Don't give birth to a daughter in the royal family, don't marry a hero! A woman who marries a hero...... It's so bitter...... It's so tiring...... It's so sad...... The three of you should remember that in the future, the daughters of the Oriental family would rather be the wives of the common people than the wives of heroes! I would rather them marry ordinary people's families, male ploughing and female weaving, husbands singing and women with each other, helping each other to the end of their lives, and living a dull life! I don't want them to experience such a vigorous love again!"

"Because of such things...... If you really get into ...... It is often the loss of thousands of lives and the destruction of an entire family...... The lowest, but also the whole family's gloom, which cannot be eliminated for the rest of your life......"

Having said that, who among the women in the world does not want to marry a hero who stands up to the heavens and the earth? Who doesn't want their man to have world-class achievements and be admired by everyone?

I believe that most good women who are so affectionate that they would rather follow the hero for their entire lives than choose an ordinary person to grow old!

How can a world-famous man who has fallen into the city and the country be willing to marry a mountain man as his wife? He would rather never marry for the rest of his life, and he would not go against his will in his life! Just like Mei Xueyan, if he does not meet the king and Mo Xie, I am afraid that after many years, he will silently pass away in the mountains and forests, and his loneliness will turn into a wisp of fresh wind, and he will never find someone to marry casually...... Since ancient times, there has been a lot of life, and it is precisely because of this!

There was silence in the hall, and I don't know how long it took, the old lady finally waved her hand dejectedly, and said in a tone that was as dead as ashes: "You three...... Take Mo Xie to his mother...... I... I'm just... But she ......was silent, and sat down in her chair, her head bowed, and she didn't move...... Only in the ground where her head hangs, a water stain is getting bigger and bigger...... Is that...... Mother's tears!

The crowd retreated silently, but the old woman remained motionless, like a clay statue carved from wood. Until they walked far away, Jun Moye and Mei Xueyan could still hear the sound of the old lady's tears falling to the ground in the hall...... Didi is like this...... The joys and sorrows of children are always concerned about the hearts of mothers, and mothers' hearts are always twitching with the experiences of their children...... And the throbbing pain...... Even if you have grown up, even if you have a family, even if you have children, it is the same...... How many of us have unintentionally grieved our mothers...... May all mothers in the world no longer be sad!

In front of me is a quiet courtyard!

The walls around this small courtyard are much higher and thicker than other places, and the outside is covered with snow and the eyes are full of vastness, but here, there is a lot of greenery...... There was not even a single piece of snow, it was clean, and there were seven or eight plum blossoms blooming in the cold...... As soon as I walked in, I felt a warm ...... "See...... In this courtyard, in the past ten years, no matter how heavy the snow is, as long as you enter this courtyard, it will melt!" Dongfang's voice of intercession was by no means boasting, but ...... Heavy weight: "Back then, my little sister was bedridden and couldn't wake up from a deep sleep, so my mother exhausted the family wealth and collected warm jade from all over the mainland at all costs, and the small pieces of warm jade were buried in this yard...... I don't know how much I bought or how much I buried, but as long as I have it, I'll bury it...... In just half a year, the Oriental family is already empty...... But the mother still refused to give up, because she knew that the little sister liked the kind of rì that bloomed with a hundred flowers and lush greenery...... said that the little sister can get better faster in such an environment......"

Jun Moxie was startled, and finally understood why the former Rìzi was so embarrassed by the fact that he was as prominent as the Oriental family...... I couldn't help but feel a huge wave rolling in my heart, there seemed to be a fire burning in my chest, my nasal cavity seemed to be blocked by something, and my heart was sour and tearful...... Warm jade, warm jade, that is all priceless treasures! As long as a finger-sized piece is worn on the body, it can be spent in a single coat in the bitter cold winter, and it will not have any effect at all! But the things that the Oriental family bought at a sky-high price are all buried in this courtyard...... In order to let the unconscious daughter sleep more comfortably...... Although I know that she may not be able to feel it...... In the middle of the courtyard, there is a quiet small building, the ground is spotless, the surroundings are silent, walking into this place, it is like walking into a painting, into a dream...... Two white-clothed maids appeared silently and saluted a few people, Dongfang waved his hand and said, "No need to be polite, this is the young master and young man of the young lady's family, who came to visit the young lady, you don't need to serve here, let's all retreat." ”

The two maids shook their bodies at the same time, raised their heads to look at Jun Moxie, their eyes flashed with surprise, and the tears of excitement suddenly fell in a circle, and they whimpered: "Miss...... Miss's son finally ...... Come and see her...... I hope she can be happier......" looked at Jun Moye with teary eyes for a while, and then retired.

"These two people were your mother's personal maids...... It's been ten years since your mother came back, and they've been in the service for ten years......," Dongfang said softly.

Jun Moxie's expression was full, he looked at the backs of the two girls gratefully, and said softly: "Thank you......" The two maids trembled, but did not look back, and walked out quickly with their heads down, and on the road they passed, two lines of tears fell to the ground...... Dongfang Wenjian and Dongfang Wendao have been light since they stepped into this courtyard, and they didn't even dare to breathe loudly...... Jun Moxie looked around, but saw that the small building was elegantly furnished, there were not many things, but it was not half empty, and there was no mess...... There is a living dead who has been sleeping here for ten years, but there is not even the slightest smell in the air here, and there are faint layers of elegant floral fragrance...... Jun Moxie sighed in his heart, and together with Mei Xueyan, he followed Dongfang and walked up the stairs lightly. Dongfang Wenjian and Dongfang Wendao were so excited that they didn't dare to go up, for fear of disturbing the little sister, so they stayed downstairs...... When I walked to the front of the bedroom, I felt a warm breath in my face. Dongfang sighed and said, "The largest and most complete piece of warm jade...... It's made into a little sister's bed......"

Jun Moxie's heart was shocked!

Gently pushing open the bedroom door, Dongfang asked in a low voice: "Little sister is inside, this house ...... Alas......" he said, with a long sigh.

Jun Moxie and Mei Xueyan looked up, and they couldn't help but feel a shock in their hearts!

The two of them knew that this was Jun Moxie's mother's bedroom, but when they looked around, they couldn't see that this was actually a bedroom, except for finding a bed placed in the sunny position facing the south and facing the sun!

A woman lay quietly on her back on the bed, lightly covered with a quilt, her face could not be seen from here, but she slept peacefully...... On her chest, there is a small, emerald green tree like a jade carving, shining with a few fluorescent stars...... It nourishes the body of Dongfang Wenxin, but the branches and leaves already have some wilted and curly meaning...... On the surrounding walls, one by one the images were neatly hung, Jun Moye just glanced at it, and suddenly his heart shook wildly, and then tears rained down!

No regrets!

It's all a portrait of my father's unrepentant father!

The king in military uniform has no regrets, the king who crisscrosses the battlefield, the king who gallops in the wind on a horse, the king who has no regrets in casual clothes, the king who wears a sword in white has no regrets, the smiling king has no regrets, the frowning king has no regrets, the angry king has no regrets, and the affectionate money has no regrets...... The young man has no regrets, and the middle-aged man has no regrets...... Every painting is delicate and vivid, and every portrait is lifelike and vivid; any painting seems to be poured with all the painstaking efforts, and it seems that countless people have no regrets, standing in the room, or sitting, or walking around, accompanying their beloved...... From these paintings, it is completely possible to see, feel, and even experience the legendary life of Jun Wuregret, and even, Jun Wuregret's xìng grid...... There is absolutely nothing left out...... The eyes of each painting, the direction of gaze, are only one place: the little bed, the person on the little bed...... It seems that I can't see enough, and I can't see enough for eternity...... It seems that this gaze has pierced through the netherworld and the Yellow Spring, and is persistently watching here, forever!

"When my little sister came back, she could still move...... She bracked herself up, worked tirelessly for three days and three nights, drawing these paintings one by one, and she was crazy during that time without anyone listening to her advice...... Her expression is very calm, and whenever she finishes painting, she will look at it for a while, cry and laugh for a while, then choose a place to hang it, and then continue painting...... At that time, they all thought that she had drawn enough, so she would stop painting...... Unexpectedly, after the little sister finished painting the last painting, it seemed that she didn't have any strength, everyone stayed by her side, looking at her, but her eyes didn't look at anyone, just looking at the void empty, and then she just looked at it with her eyes open...... As if you have no regrets...... Just standing there...... Until ......"

Dongfang's voice choked up: "Until that night, when she suddenly spoke, everyone was overjoyed, but after she said those few lines of poetry, she slowly closed her eyes, and never opened them again...... Now, it's been ten years! a whole ten years!"

Jun Moxie's tears were hazy, and he saw it vaguely, only to see a word hanging above the head of Dongfang Qianxin, which was also the only place in the whole room where there was no portrait...... "There are no regrets in this life, no regrets in life;

In the end, there will be no regrets, no regrets in heaven and earth, no regrets in life and death!"

The person on the bed, Jun Wu's wife, Jun Moxie's mother - Dongfang Wenxin fell asleep quietly, the corners of her mouth, there was still a little quiet gentleness, and there seemed to be a little happy smile, in her sleep, presumably Jun Wuregret, the person she loved deeply, had been with her, always watching her...... is still talking to her, and is still raising eyebrows with her...... In the dream, the white-headed old together, there is me, and there is you.

Where is the conscience, there is no regret in the end! No regret to ask the heart, no regret to ask the heart! Although there is no such thing in reality, it is lost forever, but in the dream, it can be all the way to the desolation of the earth, and it can be all the way to ...... The end of heaven and earth...... So although she often can't wake up, she is very happy...... Also very happy...... So she didn't want to wake up, and she didn't want to wake up when she died...... Because once you wake up, there's no ...... It is enough to lose once, and it is a great luck to lose and regain, if you gain and lose again, how can you be embarrassed?!

So she didn't want to wake up anyway......! Closed!

Jun Moye suddenly felt that he had never been so fragile in his life as he was today, shook his body twice, and suddenly sat down slowly and weakly on the ground, tears flowing out like a fountain of tears...... He held his head in both hands, only to feel a chaos, his mind, his heart, full of this earth-shaking affection, love!

What is Love?

At this moment, in the body of Dongfang Wenxin, who was lying quietly, it was vividly expressed!

Love is unchanging until death!

Love is life and death!

Love is yīn yang does not give up!

Love is no regrets!

Love is love, there is no other between heaven and earth, which can replace one's own love! Replace one's lover! Eternal life, eternal life, eternal life!

Perhaps, in the dream, this love is still continuing, eternal and eternal...... There is a full moon, there is affectionate, and there is a barren sea and rotten stones!

Women, the most genuine feelings in life, only for one person!

Especially these are overwhelming, and they are all over the world...... It's even more persistent and scary, and it's terrible to insist! But this kind of feeling is true and forever!

Perhaps for other relatives, this is indeed quite cruel and selfish, but for Dongfang Wenxin, she can no longer be worried...... It's not that she doesn't care about her mother, she doesn't care about her son, she doesn't care about blood and family...... It's her heart, which is empty...... Already dead...... There was no room for anything else, she couldn't think about it, she couldn't think about it...... Dongfang interceded with tears in his eyes and quietly withdrew...... Mei Xueyan's tears flowed out, leaning on Jun Moxie's shoulder, crying silently...... In the face of such love, in the face of such true feelings, who can not be moved?

Especially the two of them, they are affectionate people, affectionate people!

Mei Xueyan suddenly had a clear feeling...... If it's on the portrait, it's Jun Moxie...... So, now lying on the bed is her Mei Xueyan...... This feeling of divine judgment makes her sad from the heart, and there is no longer the elegance of the past...... You have no regrets, the East has a conscience, a hero of the world, a peerless red face!

The existence of Jun Moxie and Mei Xueyan did not affect the atmosphere in the room at all...... Dongfang Wenxin was still smiling calmly, calmly happy, lying peacefully...... Jun Wuregret in the portrait still focuses his eyes on his beloved wife affectionately, unswervingly, resolutely and persistently...... Different portraits, different eyes, seem to be anxious for the oriental conscience to lie down, seem to be conniving for the wife's naughty laughter, seem to be angry for the disobedience of the conscience, seem to be showing a gentle smile for the sweet sleeping posture of the wife, all eyes are all gentle, all spoiled...... Although Jun Wuregret is not in his body, his love is so intense and hot, filling this space and this world...... Dongfang Wenxin's body is still there, but her heart is no longer there, and her feelings have been out of her body, just in this mid-air, in this nothingness, she is happy with Jun Wuregret, affectionate, husband and wife, wanton connivance...... Jun Moxie stayed quietly, feeling the undying love between his parents, and suddenly he was at a loss: what should I do? What should I do? How should I choose, how can I choose!?

With the vast aura of Hongjun Tower, Jun Moye is 100% sure that he can wake up Dongfang Conscience...... But, what about waking up? What about waking up? Jun has no regrets! How can Dongfang ask his heart to be an only child? On the contrary, in the dream realm, they can still stay together until the earth is desolate, and that plan is better for the mother?

Her three sons were alive before she fell unconscious, and when she woke up, he would tell her again...... Two of the three sons have died, and the husband has died and the son has lost his ...... After you wake her up, how can she be embarrassed?

Wouldn't that be worse than death?

I can't imagine that my Jun Mo Xie was an orphan in his previous life, and although his father died early in this life, he still has a mother to look forward to, and although his mother is asleep, she is not dead...... Jun Moxie has always been very longing, has always been very urgent, and even, countless times in his heart, if he really lies in his mother's arms, what kind of feeling will it be?

They all say that the mother's embrace, and they all praise the mother's embrace...... But I ...... But now that I really see my mother, it's such a dilemma...... Could it be that my Jun Mo Evil is destined to be missing this one? In this life, I will cultivate the Heaven Opening and Creation Skill, and I will never fall into reincarnation from now on, beyond the Three Realms, and there will be no life and death from now on, but...... Affection in the world...... But only the love of the father and the love of the mother are missing, is it that from now on, there will never be this opportunity again?

I have longed for two lifetimes, I have longed for two lifetimes, I have fantasized about two lifetimes, I have experienced two times...... I have thought about it a thousand times in my dreams...... Am I still not going to be able to have it after all?

Jun Mo staggered to his feet, slowly walked to the bed, suddenly knelt down slowly, and gently put his forehead into Dongfang Wenxin's right hand...... I...... What should I do? What should I do...... Can anyone tell me!

Jun Moxie felt hesitant, powerless, and helpless like never before...... Feeling the gentle touch on his forehead, it was his mother's hand, Jun Moxie twitched in pain, he was already choked, he couldn't speak, it seemed that his heart was also being tightly pinched and painful, and his eyes were blurred with tears...... just asked silently, silently asking the Dongfang Question in front of him: "Mother...... What do you tell me to do? What do you want me to do? What do I do...... Mom......"

Calling out this "Mom", Jun Moxie only felt that his heart was suffocated like an explosion, longing for a long time, longing, dreaming...... At this moment, is it all nothing?

I'm not reconciled! I'm not reconciled! I'm really unwilling!

Jun Moxie raised his head, roared silently, tears were vertical and horizontal, sliding out of the corners of his eyes and sliding into his mouth, the bitterness seemed to have been bitter to his heart...... It will be miserable forever...... I...... It's so bitter! It's so bitter......