I smiled bitterly, and then I came to my senses completely.

It turned out that from meeting Qingcang at the age of fourteen, entering the palace at the age of sixteen, being the queen at the age of eighteen, being the queen mother at the age of twenty-eight, ascending the throne and becoming the emperor at the age of twenty-nine, and then dying at the age of forty-eight.

Everything that happened in it was just the image I saw in the Sansheng Stone. I've died a long time ago, and the pain I've suffered over the past few days is just a three-life stone that reminds me of my life.

Seeing that I was silent for a long time, Meng Po finally sighed, "You have been staying by the Sansheng Stone for nearly forty days, and in the past forty days, I will come to change a bowl of Meng Po soup for you every day." It's just that no matter how much I call you, your eyes are blank and you can't wake up.

I don't know much about your past, but I don't know much about it. It's no wonder that you don't want to drink Meng Po soup anymore. If a man lives for a lifetime, if a man does so much for you, it is not in vain.

But I want to know that this day in heaven and on earth is a year on earth. This time, as a bystander, you have seen your every move in the past 40 years, have you figured it out? This Meng Po soup, did you still decide not to drink it? ”

"Bystanders?" I was slightly stunned and shook my head, "I never felt like a bystander, and what I have seen these days is like experiencing it myself." The sweetness in the Sansheng Stone is really sweet, and the bitterness is also really bitter.

Even the misunderstandings I had with him, and the feelings I felt on the day of his death, were as real as being there. If you hadn't called me, I don't think I would have woken up. ”

After that, I thought about it for a while, and said, "It's okay to break bones and scatter ashes, but you can't be reincarnated." I didn't drink this Meng Po soup at the time, and I don't drink it now.

Even if my memory makes me die and make me feel guilty, I don't choose to forget it. These memories are already a part of my life. It's been my life...... A wealth that cannot be discarded. ”

"Alas" Meng Po heard this, put the Meng Po soup in her hand aside, and said, "I didn't expect that you, this child, are as persistent as Wenren Qingcang." I didn't expect that when you were dying, you would be able to look at him. ”

"Do you mean the man who rushed in to accompany me before I died?" I think Meng Po Xu misunderstood, "It was my son Yunhe, who left the capital after Qing Cang's death because of guilt and refusal to ascend the throne as emperor." On the day I was dying, he probably heard the news and rushed back to see me.

To be honest, I haven't seen him in almost twenty years. When he left, he was only twelve years old and a child. I didn't expect him to grow up to be so similar to his father. ”

"No," Meng Po glanced at me meaningfully, and said, "Your son Yunhe has certainly gone back to see you, but your husband Qingcang, why not?" ”

With that, Meng Po raised her fingers and waved towards the Sansheng Stone.

On the Sansheng Stone, the scene of my dying time reappeared.

In the mist of smoke, Qingcang stood away from me and smiled at me. He raised a burst of warmth and said to me, "Aqing, you are here." ”

My soul floated up from the dragon couch and slowly floated in front of Qing Cang.

I first smiled at Qing Cang, and then threw myself into his arms shyly, "Ah Cang, I'm here, you've been waiting for a long time, right?" ”

At that time, neither I nor his face was bloodless, like a dead man.