He looked at Lingqiu wearing a mask in disbelief, his mouth was salty, he swallowed the blood gushing up, and the roar of drowning lingered in his brain.

Trembling hands tried to take the black box.

But he felt that his strength was drained, and he stretched out his hand and grabbed the eunuch to stabilize his body, so as not to let himself fall in front of everyone.

Stood for a long time.

He regained his strength.

took the black box from Lingqiu's hand, and his voice was hoarse: "Accurate!" ”

Lingqiu looked at his empty palm and buried his head deeply: "Your Majesty Xie." ”

The emperor and the generals entered the city, and the people got out of the way one after another, looking at the carriages with white silk, and grief infected everyone present.

General Shen won the battle.

but died.

The ashes of this carload are all soldiers who died on the battlefield.

They are also somebody else's children, someone else's husband, and the father of the child.

Living people have become small boxes.

The celebration banquet that night was not canceled, and all the officials of Qin Xuan changed into clean and refreshing clothes, but there was no laughter and laughter in the whole banquet, and there was only silence for a long time.

After Qin Xuan announced the rewards for the soldiers, he didn't stay long at the banquet and left.

Your Majesty is gone.

Soon, this long-prepared celebration banquet also ended early.

When leaving, the official Shangshu looked at the empty palace gate and remembered what he said to Shen Chen that day.

Turning around and falling into the autumn rain, the cold rain could not make him feel better.

She died for her country.

He actually insulted her with Magatama.

The continuous autumn rain fell for a day and a night, and the red lanterns in the streets and alleys of the capital all fell invariably.

Changed to white.

As soon as Qin Xuan stepped into the dormitory, his eyes were dark and fainted.

When I woke up again, it was already the evening of the second day.

The physician stopped talking, saying that his illness had relapsed.

If you continue like this, you won't survive for the third year.

After Qin Xuan heard this, he laughed a little maniacally, and the frightened imperial physician and eunuch knelt on the ground, trembling.

Qin Xuan asked the imperial doctor to go down, but he didn't embarrass him.

He sat down at the table and chair, and continued to correct those folds, but he continued to criticize, but he felt as if the tip of his heart was torn, he stopped his pen, covered his chest, and slowed down for a long time.

before continuing to handle official business.

It wasn't until the hill-like recitals were corrected that he put down his pen and lay down on the bed, but he couldn't sleep.

He didn't believe that Shen Chen was dead.

She couldn't have died.

How could a person with such great ability as she could die so easily.

Perhaps, he just left in the name of death because he didn't want to stay by his side anymore and didn't want to be an official in this Daxuan.

Qin Xuan lay on the bed with his eyes open, and he didn't sleep all night.

On the second day, his eyes were covered with bloodshot vines, and his hair was scattered, like a ghost.

He introduced Lingqiu into the palace.

He knew that the person wearing the mask that day was the little maid beside her.

Before leaving, she said in front of him that she would hand over Lingyun Pavilion to the little maid to take care of.

Now that I'm reading her letter, it's more like explaining the future.

Lingqiu knelt on the ground.

Looking at Qin Xuan, who seemed to be crazy, he didn't want to admit that Shen Chen was dead, so how could she ever want to admit it.

But my lord, just like that, fell straight into her arms.

She smiled and told her.

Good bye.

Obviously, on the day she came back from Dongying, the adult smiled and said that he wanted to buy her her favorite sugar gourd.

But before he got off the boat, the adults left.

Lingqiu lowered his head, his eyes full of sadness: "If Your Majesty doesn't believe it, you can ask the soldiers." ”

"On the day the general was cremated, all the soldiers saw it."

Qin Xuan stared at her eyes, but he didn't find the slightest sign of lying in her eyes.

This little maid is the person Shen Chen trusts the most and takes him with him every day.

What she said was true.

Qin Xuan didn't know when she was allowed to leave.

Just looking at the clean skull stupidly, he kept giving her to him and put the skull on the side of the desk, stroking it every day.

Is she really dead?

Will someone like her also die?

He sent people to investigate, sent people to follow Lingqiu, and sent people to look for clues.

But to no avail.

He was horrified to find that what the little maid said might be true, Shen Chen had really disappeared from this world.

Obviously, she said before she left, and when she came back, she asked him to give her a marriage.

Qin Xuan's heart was like a stone blocked.

The moon was as cool as water, and the palace lights on both sides were dim, stretching Qin Xuan's shadow for a long time, and he walked alone in the dark.

The ground was full of fallen leaves, and the palace people hadn't had time to clean it yet.

He stepped on the fallen leaves everywhere, and walked to the front of her expedition, in front of the pavilion where the two were drinking, the wind blew, but the scenery outside the courtyard in front of him was a little blurry.

He leaned against the red pillar on the edge of the pavilion and stared blankly at the bone whistle in his hand.

His heart began to ache again, and he curled up in a ball, clutching his chest to death, a stream of blood pouring out of his throat, staining the white bone whistle red.

When the palace people found Qin Xuan, he had been in a coma in the pavilion for a long time.

On the second day, Qin Xuan handled Shen Chen's aftermath like no one else, and found a bright and pure child in the clan to be the crown prince.

His body did not last until the third year, as the Imperial Doctor said.

The following winter, the day the first snowflakes fell.

Qin Xuan died.

He was buried in the imperial mausoleum, in a coffin, in his arms, holding a black box.

After returning to Beijing, Lingqiu put on a mask and took over the Hidden Cloud Pavilion.

She guarded the Hidden Cloud Pavilion left to her by the adults, and never married.

Hearing the news of Qin Xuan's death, Lingqiu's hand playing with the abacus did not stop, and the corner of her mouth smiled bitterly.

She was a little envious of him.

I can see adults first.

Years later, she also adopted a child.

The child looked at the portrait that had been hanging in her room for a long time.

Curious, he asked her who this was.

Lingqiu raised his eyes and saw the smiling person above, turned away, tears raining down.

"Mine"

"Moonlight."

Not long after Shen Chen completed the task, he left that world and returned to the system space that came with the system.

It liquidates the soul power, luck and merit gained in this world.

The system looked at the numbers in shock.

this host.

It's really...

It's awesome.

The luck she gained by doing a small world mission was even more than the amount of luck she had obtained by doing more than a dozen worlds by the host it had once bound.

[Congratulations to the host for their achievement]

[The heroine's white moonlight]

【The Emperor's White Moonlight】

【The White Moonlight of the People】

Shen Chen also looked at the merits on it thoughtfully.

It's a little bit more than usual.

But most of the merit comes from the title of [White Moonlight of the People].

She clicked on the panel.

After she left, Qin Xuan died early, and Lingqiu opened the Hidden Cloud Pavilion and the Daxuan Daily all over the north and south of the river, and everyone knew about her deeds of quelling the rebellion, fighting the Japanese and finding Jinshan.

Although she is dead, she is not completely dead.

Every few years, the daily newspaper is published.

Not only that, Lingqiu also adapted her into a script and drama, and marketed her into a perfect hero who is handsome, uses soldiers like a god, has a kind heart, and cares about the world.

The young general, but his untimely death, added to the drama.

Let her become the white moonlight in the hearts of the entire Daxuan people in one fell swoop.

Even after her death, every death day, people went to worship her.

What's even more outrageous is that during the New Year's holidays, the door gods at the door of some people's homes have been replaced with her appearance.

Shen Chen narrowed his eyes.

Lingqiu has something.

She made a god out of pure nonsense, and she didn't even know that she had done so many good things.

She took out a hundred percent and threw it to the system, and absorbed the rest by herself, but it was like a drop in the bucket, and the transparent soul was not much condensed.

The system that formed the light cluster was a little incredulous.

[Give me all these? 】

Shen Chen's slightly raised fox eyes were full of smiles, and his voice was very gentle: "That's right." ”

The system is a little overwhelming.

Looking at Shen Chen's gentle eyebrows, the system shuddered, this evil star will still give it luck and merit?

There will be some conspiracy.

It tentatively absorbed the energy, and found that the woman was smiling at its small blob of light.

"Let's do the task."

The system did not speak, silently sending her into the small world.

Shen Chen opened his eyes.

A head with a pale face, the corners of the mouth cracked to the base of the ear, and the corners of the eyes with blood and tears lying suddenly approached.

Her hair was flying behind her, and her skull was empty.

Shen Chen has just adapted to this body.

I saw that the head suddenly opened its eyes, and it was as black as an abyss, without a single white.

It looked her in the eye.

Before Shen Chen could react, the scream of the teapot was about to burst her eardrums.

Shen Chen looked for prestige, only to see that it was dark all around, and a young man in a white robe was holding a peachwood sword tightly in his hand and retreated in fear.

Next to him was a broken stone monument and.

A mouthful of rune paper was plastered, and a huge red coffin floated in the air, emitting a thick black gas.

Shen Chen frowned.

The girl who had just screamed in fright suddenly calmed down, looked around curiously, and no longer had the slightest change in mood about her approach.

As if she didn't exist.

A trace of resentment flashed in his dark eyes, and a headless body flew out of the coffin and flew straight towards Shen Chen.

The black air that permeated her body carried the stench of death, and her long black nails grabbed at her eyes.

The flying head cracked open a bloody mouth, a mouth full of fangs, and a foul smell.

The young man holding the peachwood sword was already frightened, and his eyes widened as he looked at Shen Chen, who was standing there motionless.