"Oh..." Zhang Heng's heart trembled, and he involuntarily lengthened the final note, his eyes flickered, and then said: "Can I be given a lighter sentence?"
"What do you think?" Lian asked.
Zhang Heng was startled, looked at Lian, then smiled bitterly, and said: "I have known for a long time that such a day would come. But I didn't expect that it would happen so soon! Moreover, it is still at this time."
Lian raised her eyes and met Zhang Heng's eyes. His eyes were calm, but his soulless eyes were filled with deep sadness.
"I don't know who you are, but I can see that your status must be very high! So, I'm asking you here, can you spare her life?" Zhang Heng said to himself, his voice gradually trembling.
Then, he added, "As early as half a year ago, when I was seriously ill, I discovered Zhuqing's secret! I never thought that the wife I love most is not a human being! Not a human being? Haha, then
So what! I never cared about her identity, because I love her very much!"
"But, the more I love her, the more clearly I realize that one day, she will be destroyed because of our relationship. I don't want to see that kind of situation! So, I deliberately turned my temper into a bad temper.
To anger her in order to get her to leave me, a dying person."
"But she..." Speaking of this, Zhang Heng sighed, "I have dragged her down after all! She has been practicing for thousands of years and should have become an immortal, but because of me, she stayed in the mortal world and suffered all kinds of hardships. She even paid for
I……"
He even injured many lives for him.
But he didn't say anything.
Whenever he thought that Zhuqing had taken out a person's heart and used it as a medicine to keep him alive, his heart ached.
Although he drank the medicine in front of Zhu Qing, when Zhu Qing wasn't paying attention, he would secretly vomit it into the dying flower next to the couch.
I wonder if those medicinal primers really work, but the flowers that were obviously dying gradually turned green, and the flowers that bloomed were unusually beautiful.
Thinking of this, Zhang Heng's eyes moved behind the bead curtain and to the pot of flowers beside the couch.
Lian also looked over and when he saw the pot of flowers, he understood completely: "What are your plans for the future?"
"The future? Haha..." Zhang Heng smiled bitterly again. He, who was terminally ill, looked increasingly lifeless under the candlelight.
It seemed that he might pass away at any time.
"Without Zhuqing, how can my future exist?" He said, the light in his eyes getting dimmer.
Lian didn't ask any more questions, and twirled a string of agate beads with her slender white fingers.
Outside the bamboo house, Zhu Qing was cutting vegetables absentmindedly and accidentally cut her finger.
"Hiss..." She whispered, and Qingyin put down the green onions in her hands and ran over quickly, "Ah, they are all bleeding!"
"It's a small injury, it doesn't matter." Zhu Qing shook his head and recited a mantra, and the small injury healed quickly.
Seeing this, Qingyin was secretly speechless.
Zhuqing stared at Qingyin's surprised eyes and couldn't help asking: "Your name is Qingyin, are you the disciple of the deity?"
Qingyin nodded, but asked her: "Sister Zhuqing, are you afraid?"
Zhuqing knew what she meant by asking. He walked to the side and sat down, adding firewood to the stove. After a while, he answered: "Sometimes, death is not terrible. On the contrary... separation is the most terrible thing! Especially watching helplessly.
The most terrifying thing is to leave the person you love the most alone in the world. That kind of separation is the most terrifying thing.”