"Chaos!" There was a trace of blood on the corner of Fu Jiuxiao's clothes.

Chaos staggered up from the ground.

"Master, he..." Before he could finish his words, Fu Jiuxiao rushed into the hall.

In the big cradle, little Zhiyan was blowing bubbles. His little hand was holding a fist, as if he was grabbing something.

The three-month-old baby was already able to roll over and saw Fu Jiuxiao coming in.

She roared twice, grinning toothlessly in joy.

Fu Jiuxiao checked the two children and found that they were unharmed.

"Just now, for some reason, Emperor Junhua was merciful to the two children." Chaos clearly saw that he raised his hand, but he took back his strength with a last-minute kick, and was almost thrown away by the backlash.

Fu Jiuxiao frowned: "It's strange, Emperor Junhua, at best, is just. At worst, he is rigid and doesn't know how to adapt. He will never be soft-hearted."

"That's all, as long as the two children are fine." Fu Jiuxiao sighed softly.

The people in chaos carried the two wet nurses to the next door.

I personally breastfed two children.

"Your Majesty, there is a monk outside the palace gate who wants to see you." Wang Gonggong whispered back in the palace.

"Monk?" Fu Jiuxiao thought for a while and originally wanted to drive the monk away, but he finally nodded and allowed him to enter the temple.

He doesn't believe in gods and Buddhas, but he doesn't dare to miss Suisui's glimmer of hope.

Fu Jiuxiao, with his head full of white hair, was sitting in front of the cradle, looking in a daze.

Not long after.

A monk wearing green clothes entered the temple gate.

The moment Fu Jiuxiao saw him, she was startled.

"You...Jingchen, don't you want to marry a wife and have children, and don't want to escape into Buddhism?" That person was actually Jingchen.

I don’t know when I became a monk.

There was a faint smile on Jingchen's eyebrows: "Monks don't care about external affairs. If they escape into Buddhism, how can they care about such troubles?"

Fu Jiuxiao's expression changed.

"Fo Zong, what do you mean by these words?" Fu Jiuxiao's eyes were hot, and he didn't even dare to ask about his expectations.

Jingchen's face is fair and clean. Even if he shaves his head and becomes a monk, he still looks delicate.

"She was born by a calling, and she was called to create the world. She is destined by destiny."

"Even though she has returned to the earth, she still exists among all things in the three realms."

Fu Jiuxiao's breathing suddenly stopped for a moment.

"You said she disappeared, but everything is her. You said she didn't disappear, but she is scattered across the three realms to protect this land."

Fu Jiuxiao's palms were trembling.

"Now, we can only gather our souls again."

"Her soul may be scattered all over the place. This cannot be accomplished overnight, and it cannot be accomplished by one person."

"Moreover, every word requires strong emotion before she can hear it."

Fu Jiuxiao couldn't suppress the ecstasy in her heart.

No matter how difficult it is, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, it is enough to keep him going.

He is not afraid of difficulties, he is just afraid that he will not even have the chance to work hard.

"How do we get together?" Fu Jiuxiao's voice trembled.

"Gathering Soul is a formula. As long as you have the formula, you can gather the fragments of her remaining soul anytime and anywhere."

Jingchen recited a soul-gathering mantra.

"You need to find a clay figurine that she made personally, so that Juling's soul can be hidden in it."

Fu Jiuxiao solemnly wrote down this matter.

Jingchen glanced at the two babies in the cradle. The little babies looked at him with dripping eyes, not afraid of people at all.

"This girl... is quite interesting." Jingchen was startled when he saw the little princess. He couldn't help showing his teeth and couldn't stop laughing.

"Oh, Amitabha, it's a sin, a sin." After saying that, he hurriedly knocked twice on the wooden fish to save the crumbling merit.

"Emperor Junhua cannot tolerate these two children, and I don't know how long he can protect them." Fu Jiuxiao whispered.

"The sworn brothers back then have become enemies now."

Born without a mother, the day they are born is the day they lose their mother.

Fu Jiuxiao couldn't help but love them more.

Jingchen waved his hand: "Don't worry, Emperor Junhua won't come again." Jingchen reached out and touched Xiao Zhiyan's eyebrows lightly, and his eyes showed a smile again.

"Junhua, maybe you don't want to be sworn brothers anymore."

"He, he wants to change his generation." Jingchen bit his lip to control himself from showing his teeth.

Junhua, Junhua, laugh to death, and pull out the love roots of the object of calamity.

You are really good.

Instead of being a good brother, you want to be a son-in-law.

It's interesting to think of the arrogant Emperor Junhua who will either die or survive the calamity of love in the future.

Jingchen knocked on the wooden fish and left thinking of Amitabha.

Fu Jiuxiao didn't even take a break and directly asked people to keep an eye on the two children.

He returned to Suisui's bedroom and found a pair of clay figures from Suisui's small box.

The clay figurine is also wearing red wedding clothes.

On the day of their wedding, Suisui specially made a pair of clay figurines for herself and Fu Jiuxiao, but they were not endowed with spirits.

Now, it has come in handy.

In the whole world, only the clay figurines she makes can truly hold the soul and become a real person.

The little clay figurine is so lifelike, even its eyebrows and eyebrows resemble Suisui.

Fu Jiuxiao shed tears. This was not only the hope of finding Suisui, but also the hope of his survival.

Every night, he wandered between death and endurance.

He held the clay figurine in both hands, chanted the soul-gathering mantra, and shouted softly: "Suisui, go home..."

"Suisui, go home."

Within three days, he took the clay figurine and visited every corner of the palace.

Finally, on the cradle of the two children, a fragment of the remnant soul was summoned.

She was so bold when patching up the sky, but in fact, she was scared and couldn't let go. Even her remaining soul fell on the cradle unconsciously.

The fragments of the remnant soul entered the clay figurine, and the clay figurine's eyes were like running water passing by, causing a ripple of shock.

When Fu Jiuxiao saw this strangeness, tears filled her eyes.

As if he had found a new life, he handed over the government affairs to Yanchuan and the cabinet. He held the clay figurine in his hands and began to walk around.

There is little hope, but it is the only thing he can do.

"Suisui...go home."

"Suisui, go home..." Fu Jiuxiao's voice became hoarse as he went to the Yan family, the Zhou family, and visited every corner of the capital.

Her remnant soul either landed on a lantern, or on a yellowed leaf, or on a candied haws.

Her remaining soul is free.

Many times he is not restrained by Fu Jiuxiao and is a bit more naughty.

His white hair hung down from his temples, and his clothes became tattered.

Curious children like to follow him and shout together: "Suisui, go home... Suisui, go home."

The naughty remnant souls will always obediently enter the clay sculptures when they hear the calls of children.

It is difficult to gather the remaining souls. The Three Realms are so big that there are countless fragments of the remaining souls, but he is only one person.

He fell on the street corner holding the little clay figurine, his throat was congested and he couldn't shout a word.

He beat his head in sorrow and pain, blaming himself for not living up to expectations.

In the endless darkness of the night, a light appeared in the distance.
Chapter completed!