Zhenhuang Palace is very large, Rong Jun has been gone for a long time, and he did not find Qingli, but he found Sugua Gua. Su Gua Gua was holding a jar of wine and drinking happily, the little blushing was cute, and when he saw Rong Jun coming, he waved to him with a smirk and made a drink. "You, you're here, do you want to drink?" Without waiting for Rong Jun to answer, she took the wine jar into her arms again, and said with a smile, "You are a bad person, bully Sister Ah Li, I won't give you a drink!"

The corners of Rong Jun's forehead twitched, and he asked patiently, "Where is Qingli?"

Su Guagua held his chin and thought for a while, then pointed to the left, and then to the right, "It seems to be there, and it seems to be ...... I didn't pay attention...... Huaisu is here, and Sister Ah Li is with him. Huaisu brought Sister Ali's favorite crisp wine, and gave Guagua, Huaisu is the best, better than you!"

When Rong Jun heard Huaisu's name, he suddenly felt a little bored in his heart, and was about to ask where the two were, when he suddenly heard the sound of the piano not far away, and walked in the direction of the piano.

The sound of the piano is getting closer and closer, intermittently, as if the piano operator is not very familiar with the tune, and does not play the slightest beautiful sound. Rong Jun walked closer, pushed aside the heavy white veil, and when only the last layer remained, he suddenly stopped, and he heard Qingli's voice complaining slightly. "Why is this song so hard......"

Through a heavy tulle, he saw two people who were very close to each other, one was sitting, the other was standing, the one sitting was slightly bowing his head, his eyebrows were frowning, and he was seriously struggling with a few strings, and the person who was standing, the green shirt was graceful, handsome and dusty, like a flexible bluegrass, with a slight smile in his picturesque eyebrows and eyes, leaning down to correct the woman's gestures, and said softly: "You are so smart, practice a few more times, and you will be done." ”

"My wisdom is not used here. Qingli sighed, her eyes stared at the strings, her fingers stiff, "Huaisu, otherwise I'd better change the method......"

Huaisu smiled and said, "Is it so easy to give up, it's not like you." ”

Qingli said with a bitter face: "But I have practiced for many days, but I still have no results." ”

Huaisu's expression moved, and he suddenly knelt down, his chest rested on Qingli's back, and his hands passed by her side, as if he was hugging her into his arms. Huaisu's ten fingers fell on the strings and whispered, "I'll teach you." ”

Qingli was stunned for a moment by his sudden approach, but she didn't think much about it, seeing that Huaisu wanted to teach her by hand, she was eager to learn, so she naturally didn't shirk it, and immediately threw herself into the battle with the strings.

Huaisu glanced at the figure in the distance, and the corners of her lips raised slightly.

Qingli's piano sound finally got a little score, she breathed a sigh of relief, and finally showed a smile. "Huaisu, it's much faster to have you teach than to ponder it myself, you say, will the Eastern Emperor really think of me when he hears this piano?"

Huaisu stood up, distanced himself from her slightly, and said softly, "He will definitely remember." ”

There is a kind of love, engraved in the depths of the soul, that cannot be forgotten no matter how many times it is reincarnated.

Rong Jun didn't know why he left, obviously he came to ask Qingli for questioning, but the unusually harmonious scene made his heart tingle unbearable, and he stood there, which seemed to be very redundant. I have long heard that the relationship between the ancient god Huaisu and the palace master of Zhenhuang Palace is not ordinary, so this is what it means......

The palace master of the Zhenhuang Palace is high, can he play with others like this? Since he has a relationship with Huaisu, why don't he let himself go?

Rong Jun couldn't tell where his anger came from, and why he still had indescribable soreness.

He wandered aimlessly around the palace and finally came to the main hall.

Pushing the door in, what caught my eye was a round of red sun, burning quietly, making people dare not force their eyes. Rong Jun opened his eyes, and just as he wanted to leave, he caught a glimpse of a golden mirror, which was a little familiar.

Rong Jun couldn't help but stop leaving, turned around and walked towards the mirror.

"It's ...... Reincarnation Mirror ......" Rong Jun looked at the cracks on the mirror in amazement, he had been in the reincarnation mirror before, and he was very familiar with the breath of the reincarnation mirror, so he immediately recognized the true body of this mirror.

On the golden mirror, Rong Jun's face was clearly reflected, and the light on it flowed, and there were faint runes passing through the mirror, which was the appearance of being banned, even so, but it could not hide the sacred aura of the mirror itself. Rong Jun's fingertips hesitated, and he touched the cold mirror, and on the mirror, the flying runes suddenly froze slightly, as if time had stopped at this moment. A majestic breath swept towards Rong Jun from the place where his fingertips touched, noisy sounds, countless pictures flew around rapidly, so fast that people almost didn't have time to capture, Rong Jun's eyebrows tightened, and a burning stinging sensation hit the center of his eyebrows, he trembled suddenly, knelt on his knees, and the reincarnation mirror made a buzzing sound, and it also fell to the ground in front of him.

Rong Jun gasped slightly, opened his eyes hard, and saw that the reincarnation mirror in front of him seemed to have ripples on the surface of the water, and his face became blurred in the ripples. The man stretched out his right hand, and the golden light shrouded the mirror, and a steady stream of primordial divine power was injected into the reincarnation realm, forming a complex and mysterious prohibition.

A voice sighed softly, sounding in the depths of Rong Jun's mind.

"Green Glass...... I don't want to give up on you after all...... Pangu gave birth to me, gave me strength and mission, I was born because of him, but I live for you...... Today, I don't owe him, I only owe you, only a wisp of lovesickness into the red dust, if there is a fate in the future, meet in the red dust......" The brilliance of the man's eyebrows gradually dimmed, revealing a handsome face that was overwhelming all over the world, but with a pair of sad eyes.

Rong Jun looked at those eyes, as if he had seen through the eternal and desolate world, the abyss and the firmament, he saw the past life and the present life.

That is the prohibition left by the Eastern Emperor on the reincarnation mirror, only the Eastern Emperor himself can open it, on a small mirror, look closely, it is full of only two words - Qingli.

Inside the heavy white veil, there was only a slender and lonely figure, and she sat on her knees, her brow slightly furrowed, plucking the strings, and playing the old tune with little skill. It is a love song from ancient times, once the favorite song of the Eastern Emperor, in the Zhenhuang Palace, day after day, year after year, played for I don't know how many thousands of years. Qingli asked him, Donghuang Donghuang, this song is so good, what is the name.

Donghuang smiled, looked back at her clear eyes, and said, This song is called waiting.

At that time, Qingli couldn't understand the loneliness in the song, and she couldn't understand the affection in the song, until the sea changed several times, she remembered this song again, but she could only hum, but she couldn't play, she thought, maybe this song will remind Rong Jun of the past.

She still lowered her head and played the music with difficulty, she couldn't play the affection in the sound of the Donghuang piano, but over and over again, she could more and more understand the loneliness of the Donghuang playing alone, it was the endless aftersound in the Zhenhuang Palace, round and round, back and forth, back and forth. Qingli's fingertips trembled slightly, and with a click, tears fell between the strings, and the sound of the piano came to an abrupt end.

She noticed someone approaching softly behind her, and hurriedly raised her hand to wipe her tears. "Aren't you gone, Waisu?" her voice choked unnaturally.

The man didn't respond, but stood behind her, slowly knelt down, and wrapped his hands around her side to hold down the strings. "You just played the wrong note. A familiar voice sounded in his ears, and Qingli turned his head sharply and stared at the side of the other party's face.

Rong Jun's gaze fell on the strings, his slender ten fingers gently plucked, and the smooth sound of the piano poured from his fingertips, like the Milky Way falling into the nine heavens, filling the room. Rong Jun's thin lips raised a beautiful arc, his eyelashes trembled slightly, he raised his eyes, and turned his head to look at Qingli, who reflected Qingli's shocked face in those dark eyes. "That's right. ”

Qingli's eyes widened, her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breathing became disordered, her eyes turned from shock to confusion, she straightened up, unconsciously approached Rong Jun, and exchanged snorts with each other. "You...... How do you know ......"

"Qingli ......" Rong Jun held the hand on her strings, interlaced his fingers, and pulled her into his arms with one force. Qingli crashed into his arms, feeling the violent throbbing of his chest and the slight trembling of his body, his warm breath brushing past her ears. "This one waits...... Do you finally get it?"

Qingli's pupils shrank, her breathing stagnated, and after a long time, tears finally fell.

He said: "Qingli, I'm the Eastern Emperor, I'm back." ”

Reincarnation for 6,000 years, 100,000 miles of red dust, he gave up his power, gave up his godhood, gave up everything, and couldn't let go, there was only one name, engraved on the Sansheng Stone, written into fate, year after year, year after month, life after life.

The most noble god in heaven and earth, bowed his proud soul, did not dare to ask for a white head, only wished that she could look back, did not ask her to love, only wished she could understand.

At last she embraced him, and let the tears flow freely in his arms, filling the emptiness of his soul.

That song waited, and finally got a response.

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On Huaisu Mountain, there is snow that does not melt all year round, there are evergreen trees all year round, and there is a person who refuses to leave.

Zhou Chongshan glanced at the bright sunshine, and then looked at the busy figure in front of him. Huaisu is making wine, brewing the best wine in the Three Realms, and only giving it to one person to drink, even if he is a master, he can only drink the rest of that person's share. Huaisu's slender fingers pinched the green crisp grass, and every movement was chic and freehand, as if he was not making wine, but playing the piano.

Zhou Chongshan sighed: "Are you willing?"

Huaisu didn't raise his eyes, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was shallow. "Willingly what?"

"You have been guarding Qingli for so many years, is it just to return her to the Eastern Emperor?"

"She's not mine, so let's talk about giving it back. Huaisu shook his head slightly, his smile undiminished.

"Don't you love Qingli? If you don't love her, why do you guard Huaisu Mountain for her and raise divine beasts, why do you brew her favorite wine, why do you look for her for 6,000 years and refuse to give up? I finally found her, she was resurrected, but you left. Zhou Chongshan felt lost and unwilling for him, "Qingli said, your feelings for her are not love, is that really the case?"

"There is more than one kind of emotion in this world, as long as Qingli is doing well, I am enough. Huaisu smiled faintly and covered the wine jar. Three hundred years later, this will be another drunken immortal brew. "Master, I met a person who had a divine aura on her body, very shallow and light, almost covered by the breath of green glass. ”

"Who is it?" Zhou Chongshan asked casually disappreciably, but the name that Huaisu came out of his mouth made him jump in shock.

"It's Emperor Wa. Huaisu smiled, raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhou Chongshan, "Emperor Wa was martyred and died in Buzhou Mountain. In those 6,000 years, I was looking for Qingli, and you, what are you looking for? I once heard Qingli say that you were also a gentleman, handsome and extraordinary, but then you turned into an old man, I don't know why. I heard Qingli say again, in the past, Emperor Wa made people, you helped a lot, but then you were inexplicably estranged from Emperor Wa, and after Emperor Wa died, you swore that you would not go to Zhou Mountain in this life. Master, you ......"

Zhou Chongshan gritted his teeth and asked, "Why didn't you tell me earlier...... She...... Where ......"

Huai Su smiled and said, "I won't tell you because I don't dare to be sure, but a few days ago, she also flew to the heavenly realm, and her worldly name is Su Yunhuang." ”

As soon as the words fell, Zhou Chongshan stomped his feet, and a figure soared into the sky.

Huaisu looked at the figure that disappeared into the sky, and his smile faded.

He lowered his head and brewed the next jar of wine.

Does he love Qingli......

He didn't want to think about this question for a long time.

Qingli loves Donghuang, she doesn't understand, but Huaisu understands, Qingli loves Donghuang, from the moment she opened her eyes and saw Donghuang, her fate was doomed. It was he who brought Qingli out of the endless abyss, Qingli was born because of the Eastern Emperor, just like him, he was born because of Qingli, and the moment he opened his eyes and saw her, his fate had already been written. His life was also born for her. Qingli named him Huaisu, he is Huaisu, Qingli likes the wine he makes, he makes wine for her for a lifetime, Qingli said that it is not love, that is not love.

Only that little person named Su Li has existed in his life really and vividly, he once greedily cherished her dependence, liked her domineering exclusivity, those are all feelings that Qingli has never given, but it is only a short-lived dream after all. I also thought that if she hadn't been let go to the Li River at that time, if she had been detained in Huaisu Mountain like the Eastern Emperor for the rest of her life, would everything be different now......

But there is no if, he is not the Eastern Emperor, after all, he can't intervene in the fate between them, when Su Li's eyes when he looked at Rong Jun quietly changed, he knew that he even had to lose this little dream. In every life and life of Donghuang and Qingli, they are destined to meet and fall in love, and he is too late, he is not the protagonist, just a passerby.

Huaisu opened a jar of three-hundred-year-old crisp wine, took a sip gently, and his mouth was full of clear wine, he had made tens of thousands of years of wine, and it was the first time he knew the taste of this wine.

It's good to get drunk.

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