In fact, Meng Changan does not believe that people will have souls after death.

To be dead is to be dead, and nothing will be left.

No matter how sad and sad you are, that person won't come back.

Meng Jiu'an turned his eyes and stared at the blue and white porcelain vase, as if he had seen something terrible.

Meng Changan continued without knowing anything: "You don't want to send that Lin Xi over to you, and you don't want to give you a fief, just that grass ring." ”

"I don't know how you got to this point, but I said I wouldn't kill you."

"The queen mother did a lot of things to you back then, and I only later learned that you had a relationship with Xie Shi many years ago, but fate is sometimes quite tricky, and it has something to do with the queen mother."

"But she's my mother, you're my brother, I want to do something, and I'm often powerless, if only we weren't born in the palace when we were young."

"I won't kill you, but Xie Shi is really dead, if you want, I'll give you a fief, you stay there for a few years, maybe there are many people to watch, and you want to open it?"

Time can always dilute everything, and people always have to move forward.

He has nothing to give Meng Jiu'an, but he can't do the thing of killing his father and brother.

He was willing to be this emperor, just thinking, maybe the Shangyang Imperial Family could become a little simpler in his hands?

Don't be so cold-blooded, don't always kill each other.

He saw Meng Jiu'an move, almost holding his hands on the ground, and hugged the blue and white porcelain vase.

Such a small bottle is not the same size as Xie Shi who was lying in his arms at all.

When people die, is there only so much left?

Meng Changan looked at him, his eyes were sour, and he turned his face away: "I think it's good that he is dead, stay at that age, and don't have to face strife anymore, it's much better than us living." ”

As long as you live, there is no easy moment.

Meng Changan got up from the ground and patted the hem of his robe: "I'm going back, I'll call them to come to me when you figure it out." ”

He came out of prison, and the sun shone directly on his face, and it was very shaking.

It shook so much that people couldn't open their eyes.

But now it's good -

All people's lives are on track, and there will be a new beginning.

The five continents will be reunited and become a new world.

He stretched and walked towards his sedan chair.

***

Before returning to Yanjing, Qingjiujiu took Yunlang Pill Pill to a mass grave.

The winter snow will have turned the place white, and there will be no trace of dead grass.

At the bottom of the pit are some nameless soldiers who can't return home, they are tombs in heaven and earth, and grass and trees are monuments, and they rest here forever.

Yun Lang and Marimaru each held three sticks of incense, learned the way Shen Mo taught them, and seriously kowtowed three heads.

Marimaru had already retrieved the butterfly from Qingjiujiu's hand, but she still didn't quite understand the meaning of life and death, but she felt sad inexplicably.

Everyone said that the fierce man was her own father, and now that he is gone, he will never come back.

If you can't come back, you'll never see you again.

Obviously hated him very much, but Marimaru also felt sad: "Let's give it to you, I deliberately said it that day, but I actually wanted to give it to you." ”

She placed the butterfly on the ground, and the little chubby hand patted it.

She wondered if she could comfort Ji Shiyan, because before leaving that day, his expression was a little sad.

Yun Lang put the incense on the ground and turned back to find Qingjiu -

His mother was leaning on the trunk of a tree with her arms crossed, her eyes looking at some unknown place, and her expression was ..... It seems to be a little sad.

Although his mother has never cried, he inexplicably feels that after this scene, his mother has become a little different.

There was a sound of footsteps on the snow, and Yun Lang raised his eyes to see that it was a sister dressed in a foreign costume.

When the sister saw him, her expression lit up, and then she wiped the corners of her eyes.

Yun Lang felt that she was crying, but she laughed again: "You are Yun Lang?" ”

I know, she should have seen her father's shadow on her face just now, so she cried.

Qingjiujiu had already come back to his senses: "Yunlang Pill Pill, called Aunt Nan." ”

When Canaan heard this, that bit of sadness was completely wiped out: "What aunt? You're the aunt! Call sister! ”

Marimaru was particularly infatuated with her beautiful clothes, and ran forward doggedly: "Sister, sister! ”

Hey, this big meat dumpling looks like Qingjiu, but it's very well raised.

"What are you doing here?"

Canaan was pinching Marimaru's face, and when he heard this, he frowned coldly: "I'll allow you to come?" He's all dead, so I can't take a look, right? ”

Qingjiujiu didn't say anything more, Canaan was infatuated and terrible in her heart.

Why did he hang himself on Ji Shiyan for so many years?

But she couldn't persuade anything, her feelings came to herself, and she knew her warmth and coldness.

"You're not going back to Moga?" Qingjiujiu diverted the topic.

"Let's go back." Canaan pursed his lips: "I have been fighting in front of my father for so many years before, clamoring to marry him, and now I can't get married, so I should think about Moga." ”

A princess was born, and the marriage was originally uncontrollable.

King Moga favored her, and only allowed her to be presumptuous for many years.

Now is also the time to take note.

"You want to go back to Yanjing," Canaan looked at her: "It's going back to be another storm, good luck." ”

yes, another storm.

But since they want to go back, they are in the name of helping the coffin back.

There are no bones left in the season, so he can only help one back with a crown.

However, there are still assassins who frequent haunts along the way, and some people are determined not to let them return to Yanjing.

But with Mobai and Shen Mo here, they couldn't hurt their mother and son at all.

When the brigade arrived outside Yanjing City, it was already November, and there was still more than a month to go before the New Year.

Shen Mo came over and asked: "Princess, go back to the old palace or the new palace?" ”

New?

Qingjiujiu poked his head out of the carriage and expressed his doubts.

"When the master returned to Beijing, he specially explained the reconstruction of a palace, and now it has been completed, you can go and see it."

Why did Ji Shiyan build a new palace?

Qingjiujiu didn't understand his considerations, but the old mansion had a lot of bad memories, so she paused and said, "Let's go back to the new one." ”

Because of the coffin back, white sails were hung everywhere in the imperial city, and paper money was sprinkled.

Originally, Qing Jiujiu didn't really feel about Ji Shiyan's death, because he didn't see his body.

She always felt that Ji Shiyan died too easily, thinking that this might be a dream.

But the moment the suona sounded, looking at the people all over the city, she had a real feeling-

That man may indeed be dead and will not come back.

Those injuries, whether they are love, are engraved in their bones, and they all become a fluttering emotion with a person's death.

No one will rush out to save her again, and no one will say to her domineeringly: I am pleased with you.