Song Cheng turned around, his father and Prime Minister Li were both standing at the door, frowning at them.
That day, he was taken back to the royal palace by his father.
After returning home, his father said to him: "Ms. Li is a lady from a famous family. You broke into the backyard without authorization and made Miss Li abrupt. In the future, how can you call Dad to gain a foothold in front of Li's mansion? You are only fifteen now.
It’s still late at the age of the crown. How can you do things so ignorant?”
"Dad, what should you do if you want me?" Song Cheng said.
His father said, "What else can you do? If you hold someone's lady, you will naturally have to decide for life."
He remembered the little girl's smile behind Mrs. Li, the dependent extension of her hand on the swing, and the soft "Brother, hug", the warm and familiar feeling of the jade bottle in her hand.
, Suddenly there was a piece in his heart, empty.
"Okay." He heard himself say.
He often went to see her for the next twelve years. Whenever he watched her grow up little by little, it was like watching a secret in his heart, growing little by little. That feeling was strange, and he liked it in horror.
.
Li Chen was waiting for his answer. He didn't want to lie. After a long time, he said, "That bottle."
It was that bottle that made him finally agree to the marriage.
Li Chen's face turned pale and he fell out in disbelief. She took out the bottle from her arms, and the jade bottle placed in the palm of her hand had no weight, but she felt that it was as heavy as a thousand pounds and could not hold it at all.
The bottle fell from her hands, and Song Cheng's eyes shrank, and he was in a state of wrongness.
He was nervous, and his heart fell all the way with the bottle.
One hand reached out and snatched the bottle up before it was about to land.
Song Cheng squirmed with the hand, Zhu Yan's expression fell into his eyes in surprise. Zhu Yan frowned, looking very puzzled: "Hey, isn't this the medicine bottle used by Shang Ge to hold the foundation-building pill? Why
Will it be here with you?"
"Is this bottle... the song?" Song Cheng's pupils shrank.
Zhu Yan took it in his hand and looked at it carefully, nodding: "To be precise, it was the song. Last time in the mortal world, she gave me the foundation-building pill and this bottle to continue the life of dogwood. Later she heard that
Qingqiu Dixian said, this bottle was specially forged for Shangge in order to help Shangge ensure that those pills are not leaking out and attracting monsters."
He put the bottle in Song Cheng's hand and said quietly: "This is what you have, I will give it back to you for Zhuyu."
He stared at Song Cheng deeply, and the earnestness in his eyes felt a sense of determination that Song Cheng could not understand.
He... should be very good and good at singing!
Zhu Yan forced Zhu Yu to leave, and her face was as pale as dead. When she looked at Song Cheng's eyes at the bottle, she should have understood that he had forgotten the song, but the traces in his heart had already been engraved into the bones.
Song Cheng's hands gradually tightened. He looked at their backs away, and somehow, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Perhaps, from the beginning, what he was interested in was not Li Chen, who was reincarnated in dogwood, but the bottle.
This is the thing that was on the song... He held it tightly in secret, maybe he should take it back to her.
Walking slowly on the street to the Guihualou, Song Cheng was very confused. He couldn't tell the difference. He was eager to go to Guihualou like this, was he really going to deliver a bottle or wanted to see her? She shouldn't be willing to follow her.
He left, she had already said that unless he was willing to marry her, she would follow him.
She was timid in her heart, but her steps stopped.
Li Zhi is not here, so she has to rely on herself to repel this powerful enemy. No matter what, she must at least live and wait for Li Zhi to return to heaven. Otherwise, once she loses protection in the world, her own spirit will attract monsters. Over time,
If the soul dissipates, it will surely be destroyed.