Jialan woke up from the cold, shivering and gasping for breath. She was Hanyu and had never felt cold, and when she thought about it, this moment was really the worst moment of her life. She couldn't help but sneer, her glowing body undulating in the water.

There was the sound of flowing water falling in her ears, and the pool was misty with white fog, and she couldn't see everything around her clearly, only that the pool was quite deep, but she couldn't sink it. Her hands and feet were chained, and a red rope was wrapped around her waist that connected to the gears on the beams. She didn't know what the water in the pool was, and since she had been soaked here, she had become a little confused, and even some of the memories she had remembered were a little confused.

The pool was dark all around, only a candle was lit on each of the steps on each side, and the light was dim, which reminded her of the sea of stars, but the sea of stars was darker and quieter than this.

If the reason why she was locked up here can be traced back to three days ago, Hujiang suddenly fell into a coma, when he was stiff and cold and still breathing, and no one knew what kind of illness he had.

After they left Tongshan and arrived at Wangcheng, Hujiang still took her with him every day, and he firmly believed that Jialan could help him improve his spiritual power, and he could go out to see Shaodian as soon as possible. It's just that, after all, something went wrong, King An Ting didn't know that the hookah jade was shattered into cold jade, and it was still an ancient cold jade, he was busy all day long and couldn't take care of the fun-loving Hujiang, but he didn't expect that the aura of cold jade was not something that anyone could withstand. Hujiang had accumulated a lot of cold air in his body, but it couldn't be discharged, and it eventually became like this.

Hujiang fell ill and had a strange illness, even the medical officer had never heard of it, and he was helpless. So King Anting sent someone to investigate, and this investigation found Jialan. Jialan saw that the opportunity was bad and showed up and wanted to escape, but was chased and intercepted by the men under King Anting. Her instinctive operation of spiritual power froze many people, and she thought that she could escape, but in the end, she was introduced into the rune array and could not escape, and her whole body was covered with rune paper and was caught by King Anting himself, and she was also injured.

Jialan's cold ice reminded King An Ting of the Cold Light Sword, and they interrogated her, but she didn't know what the current situation in Hujiang was about, and they didn't know how to solve it, and they didn't think that the lesson they had taught her was enough, they had a way to deal with her, and she could only bear it. Jialan's silence caused King Anding to lock her in the dungeon's Soul Eater Pool.

The water in this pool is extracted from a kind of soul-eating grass, which grows in the human world, and once the spiritual objects in the human world are mistaken and misused, their souls will be damaged and their memories will be confused. The soul is the most important thing in the eyes of the human race, and the punishment for the soul body is also the most severe harm to them.

King Anting would lock Jialan here because he didn't think he could get anything out of her, or maybe King Anting knew Jialan's identity and something else.

When she first enters the pool, Jialan often hallucinates, as if she sees a female sacrifice, and sometimes sees people she doesn't know. There was a bird flying in front of me, but in a blink of an eye, it was gone. Jialan smiled, and her dark eyes began to redden, and they were scattered.

She floated on the water, as if she were lying on her back at first glance, with dark chains connecting her at one end and the bottom of the pool at the other, making her unable to go up or down, half in the water and half on the surface.

She sometimes thinks about what she came to this human world for, and what is she living for? What is she locked up for, trapped, and tortured like this? What kind of hatred can make "her" willing to suffer this torture, just hoping that no one can become an immortal or a god?

It's just that why should she accept the oath that "she" made!? The more I think about it, the more unwilling I become.

"The past me, the present me, hehe. Jialan's consciousness began to be confused, and she squinted at the red rope hanging straight in the air, connecting her, as if blood had been drawn from her body, even with the warm light of the orange lamp beside her, it made her feel like an ice cave.

I always feel that you are not you, I am not me.

I always feel that you are not you, I am not me......

The voice of the maid echoed in her ears over and over again. Yes, she said something like this, you're not you, I'm not me...... I'm not me, I'm not, I'm not.

Jialan's consciousness became blurred, and there seemed to be a light shaking in front of her eyes, as if someone had come in. She wanted to open her eyes, but her eyelids were too heavy, and she was left to her consciousness and sank into the darkness.

It's been two days, Hujiang's illness has not improved at all, and his face has become more and more dark purple. King Anting found all the medical officers in the city to no avail, whether it was to input spiritual power or forcibly feed the elixir, it was useless. King Anting wanted to press this matter, but in the end, I don't know who leaked the news, and this matter was still known all over the city, and even the people who lived in the palace knew about it, and specially sent the imperial doctor to come. And Shaodian, who lives in the Xuanji Academy, naturally knows about it.

King An Ting knew that if he wanted to save Hujiang, he could only ask Shaodian, that kind of cold poison was exactly the same as the cold light poison in Xumo's hands, and this poison could only be dissolved by their flames. It is impossible for Xumo to save him, but Shaodian can give it a try.

That night, King Antin set out for the Hall of Astrology, but was stopped at the door. After being informed at all levels, the final reply to him was four words: Come back tomorrow. He was anxious and didn't want to go back like this, so he stepped out of the sedan chair and waited outside.

At night, the maids roamed around the halls with lanterns in their hands, lighting the lamps everywhere. The lights of the astrological hall are lit up, adding a touch of warmth to the solemn and cold soldier puppets everywhere.

Fu Heng walked on crutches in his hand and entered the Nianji Pavilion. His hair and beard are gray, his figure is a little rickety, and his aging face can vaguely show the handsome appearance of his youth, and when he is close, you can smell the faint scent of sandalwood on his body.

The top floor of Nianji Pavilion is where he and Shaodian often come to, because the two of them have a noble status, so this has become a place for them to enjoy, and they can get a trace of peace here.

Once you enter the top floor, you can see the brightly lit pavilions on your right, which are still beautiful even in the dark.

He walked towards that place with the glass lamp, and the orange light was brighter under the reflection of the green glass, shining on Fu Heng's old and stiff face. As he approached the edge, he placed the glass lamp on the ground, turned his back and tried to straighten up to see everywhere in the place.

It is very empty, and there are night pearls placed in the corners of each bookcase, and the ceiling on the top is inlaid with six Jiaozhu, and the Jiaozhu is full of star maps on various ancient books, but now people have never seen the stars, and they don't know if those stars are really like that.

The slight blue light of Jiaozhu illuminates the surroundings, but it does not look cold, but makes people feel like they are in the ocean. It's just that although the light is bright in the near future, it can't completely envelop this spacious place, and the slightly cold light is slightly misty, as if putting people in a dream.

Fu Heng saw everything in the room, sat cross-legged on the futon on the edge, put the crutches in front of him, he looked at the bright lights on the high-rise buildings of the royal city outside, and the faint sound of silk and bamboo came into his ears, and it sounded a little cold at this time.

Shaodian pushed the door in, holding a pot of tea in her hand, and she sat down on the futon opposite him and washed the teacups one by one.

"More than 300 years. Fu Heng's eyes reflected the light of the lights, the distant sky had not completely darkened, the orange clouds mixed with the blue sky light slowly descended, he squinted slightly to see the birds in the distance, but his eyes that had long been broken made him unable to see everything in the distance. He smiled, "My life is over." ”

Shaodian didn't speak, just poured him a cup of tea, picked it up and handed it to him with his own hands.

"Terran. Fu Heng let out a long sigh, with tears in his eyes, he looked at the prosperity in front of him, took the cup of tea, but did not drink it.

"Do you want to repeat the same mistakes again?" he muttered, rubbing the rim of his tea.

"Cause and effect in the world are determined by heaven. ”

Shaodian was indifferent, picked up another cup of tea and drank it all. But the direction of cause and effect can be arranged by people, and it is up to heaven to decide how to decide the outcome at that time.

He was still looking ahead, his eyes glazed over: "I know I can't stop you, this battle is inevitable." No matter how it ends, there will always be people who die, whether God or a good man, once they die, they will disappear forever, so it seems that we are all the same. It's just that civilians are innocent, they didn't do anything wrong. ”

"Are they really not wrong?" Shaodian asked rhetorically, and she said unhurriedly as she poured herself tea, "Since they are members of the human race, they are not innocent. ”

Fu Heng was silent for a long time, and finally sighed. He knew it would be futile to say anything more, and he couldn't stop her.

"As a Terran, I have lived too long, and I have done too much for the Terran, right, wrong, good, bad, everything in the past flashes by one by one tonight. Maybe I shouldn't be nostalgic for anything, but ......" Fu Heng stopped talking, pursed his lips, and his eyes suddenly became gray.

He always wanted to tell her that he never cherished everything in this world, only reluctant to her. But time flies, he is dying of old age and her beauty is eternal, looking at her so beautiful, he can no longer speak. Although the former king married the princess to him, he could only watch Shaodian alone. He had discovered since he was an adult that his eyes had been following the white figure, but he was destined to become an elder of the Astrology Temple, so he couldn't say what he liked, and even if he said Shaodian, he didn't necessarily understand.

originally thought that with power and status, he would be able to look at her openly, but even in a high position, he was still so small in front of her. He has been helping her conceal, helping her kill, and even helping her use the soul technique to make Hujiang Shizi like her, and he has done so much, but in the end he still can't say what he wanted to say hundreds of years ago, maybe it has become a habit, and what he said to Shaodian when he was a child also had an effect on himself, and he is also used to hiding his feelings in his heart.

Now that he thinks about it, he has been with her for three hundred years, he has seen her happy, sad, crying and confused, her face has been deeply imprinted in his heart, what is he not satisfied with?

Thinking of this, Fu Heng smiled, and a faint smile stained his eyebrows, making his face look brighter.

It's a matter of time before he leaves, and he has been breathing for a long time for fear of Shaodian's loneliness, and now it's time to separate. After living for so many years, he is no longer afraid of death, but he is slightly sad: "I have borrowed your power to extend my life all these years, but this body bone can't hold on, maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow morning......"

Shaodian held the teacup in his hand and lowered his head: "I will send you." ”

One person and one puppet faced the royal city, faced the astrological hall, faced the dark sky without stars, and did not look at each other. They all knew in their hearts that the heavens and the earth would be churned, and they were just churning mud and sand, and whoever made the stirring stick needed to have power. And now, Shaodian has this ability, she has what she has to do, whether she is lonely or not, who lives and who dies. In the face of Fu Heng, all she could do was tell him that she would accompany him until the last moment of her life. She has feelings that ordinary puppets don't have, and she is not indifferent to Fu Heng's imminent death, but she is used to hiding her feelings, which they agreed when she would shed tears.

"I know. Fu Heng smiled, the skin on his old face was wrinkled, but his eyes were still clear.

"I'll live. Shaodian said.

"I know. His eyes grew gentle.

The air became quiet.

"The tea is cold. ”

Fu Heng drank all the cold tea, let out a sigh of admiration, and the smile on his face did not decrease. "Your frying tea is always so bad. ”

"I used to sit here with you, all night, and if you didn't speak, I wouldn't speak. Fu Heng's voice was slightly hoarse, and there was a hint of warmth in his eyes when he recalled the past. As an elder, countless lives have died in his hands, whether human or otherwise, he does not hesitate every time he does it, because hesitation will bring more pain.

"I will be with you tonight until dawn. Shaodian refilled the tea for him again, and smiled when he looked up at him, there was a starry light in her eyes, and Fu Heng couldn't help but touch her head when he turned his head to look at her.

"Good. ”

Only here will they really laugh, grieve. After more than 300 years of companionship, they have become each other's habits, and it is their luck to have such a companion. They will not quarrel because of different ideas, because even if the ideas are different, he will do what she wants, even if he is cold because of the things in the palace, he will be reconciled because of a cup of tea, and the relationship between them is not the love in the eyes of the world, but they have love for each other, one is love, and the other is family affection.

Shaodian didn't want Fu Heng to die, but he lived too long, so long that the king of people began to doubt, and the one behind the king of people also began to spy on their secrets.

He is old, she is still young, she has experienced too many separations, and this time is the hardest, she struggled for nearly a hundred years, and still let him go.

"Puppets can't cry. ”

Shaodian exhaled and didn't overdo it: "I know." ”

"Puppets can't laugh. ”

"I know. ”

"Divine puppets cannot be questioned. ”

"I know. ”

"A puppet can't fall in love with a man. ”

"I know. ”

"Puppets can't have emotions. ”

"I know. ”

Fu Heng's old voice overlapped with that childish voice, the same as when he was young, he took out a handkerchief to wipe away her tears in the flickering firelight, only this time he couldn't hug her anymore.

In the past, Shaodian would always look at the sun in a daze, and what she had to do every day was to watch the sunrise, and the sun seemed to have a special meaning for her, attracting her and making her yearn for it. Fu Heng got up late, so he didn't find this habit of hers, until one night, the astrology hall was attacked by the people of the Fuping Palace, he rushed back from the palace overnight, arrived at the astrology hall before sunrise, and when he passed by the bell tower, he saw Shaodian standing there motionless, and his footsteps stopped unconsciously, he looked at Shaodian below, and Shaodian looked up at the light of the sky that was slightly dewed.

Later he learned of her habit and sometimes accompanied her to watch, and when he was there, she would always say to him at dawn: The sun has risen. And he always nods in response.

Time passed slowly, and Fu Heng's eyes were completely invisible.

"Is the sun rising?" he asked.

"Nope. ”

After a while, he asked, "Has the sun risen?"

"It's coming. ”

The lights in the city are extinguished, and dawn is approaching.

Fu Heng lowered his head and closed his eyes. He was still motionless sitting cross-legged on the futon on the right side, Shaodian was sitting on the left side, their backs looked quiet and harmonious, the tea between them was still steaming, I don't know if Shaodian had been heated.

In the distance, the sun slowly rose in the sky, and scattered golden light bloomed from the clouds.

Shaodian took a deep breath, held Fu Heng's withered hands and whispered, "Fu Heng, the sun has risen." ”