For example, the morning dew has passed away, and the spring flowers have withered.
Regrets in life are the same.
The morning dew carried by the little flowers and the flowers inhabited by the morning dew are gone.
Only then did Lu Qiu Wenyue realize that Ye Qingyu was waiting for her.
"let--"
She habitually opened her mouth to give instructions, but after saying only one word, she stopped and stood up on her own.
The short walk was very difficult for some reason.
What she walked through was her own guilt, regret, and forgetfulness.
The courtyard where you can retreat and live alone is not luxurious, but it is well-equipped.
Just like wise and foolish people, evil or naive, they all have their own hearts.
She just walked a few steps until she reached the waiting room, where Bai Gexiao happened to stand up suddenly as well.
They have a pair of eyes and understand each other.
The Tianming of the Nine Palaces, the echo of the Immortal Palace era in the present world, Dezhen, the first sect of Yizhen Taoism...
The news was so sensational, and people like Hong Junyan, Ji Yumin, and Jiang Mengxiong did not cover up the murder. As the dean of Qingya Academy, there was no reason for not knowing the situation at this time.
Just how to tell Ye Qingyu?
Luqiu Wenyue looked next to Bai Gexiao, and there sat a girl with unparalleled beauty. She was wearing a simple but well-embroidered Lingxiao Pavilion cloud pattern Taoist uniform, which could not hide her slender and well-fitted figure. There was a clear sadness between her eyebrows and eyes.
Like clouds and mist dotting the landscape.
It's not that she has never seen such beauty before, it's just that every glance at this moment is the brush of memory, which outlines the dusty face more clearly.
Green is the flowers and leaves, and the rain is the morning dew drops.
The grown-up girl in front of her is the only blood relative she has left in this life, and the only trace of her daughter.
A person like her has no emotions or anger.
People like her rarely have a strong desire to say something.
At least at this moment, she couldn't control her emotions.
But she opened her mouth and then closed it again. She saw the eyes like a clear stream in the forest, saw the sudden and dark twists and turns, and knew that there was no need to speak anymore.
It’s hard to describe this situation!
When Ye Qingyu first saw the old woman at the door, he knew she was his grandmother.
Even though we have never met before.
After all, they are connected by blood and their eyebrows are connected.
She knew there must be a reason for not contacting her for so many years. She had thousands of words in her heart, thinking about how to talk to her grandmother and protect her father.
This world has something hidden from her. Her beautiful life is a carefully drawn picture.
The undercurrent has been surging for decades, and it is only today that a violent storm has arisen.
She knew that her father was as proud as a peacock and would not bow his head no matter what.
She is not powerful, she is not the most heroic person in the world. She can bow her head. She can do things that she is not good at doing, and say things that she is not good at saying. With the blood and family ties that she does not know if she still has, she comes here for the first time in her life——
I just hope I can help my father a little bit, even a little bit.
After all, he is too weak. Even worry has no power. Worry may be a burden.
He saw Lu Qiu Wenyue who suddenly walked in with a complicated expression, and Bai Gexiao who suddenly stood up with a sad look on his face.
She understood something immediately.
If the dust had not settled, Prime Minister Jing Guowen would not have come in person. If it was not irreversible, Aunt Bai, who had been waiting for so long, would not want to leave.
She wanted to stand up while sitting there, but she couldn't.
She held her eyes hard and told herself desperately, don't make a noise! Don't be cowardly! Don't be weak!
But before my eyes, I was in a trance again and again.
Why...can't see anything clearly?
She is still waiting for a man named Ye Lingxiao to come home, waiting for her father.
She likes flowers that have been picked from thousands of miles away, although she has always known that most of them were bought conveniently in Yun City, and the dew on the flowers is just condensed by the clouds, making them look fresh.
But she liked to hear her father talk about how far she had traveled this time and what interesting people she had met.
She likes to hear those adventure stories with twists and turns, even though she has long known that they are not true at all.
I wish this was just a story!
This is the most uninteresting fabrication made by the carefree Lingxiao Pavilion Master.
But in her trance-like world, a golden light suddenly appeared.
Those golden lights seemed to have traveled a long way, across the vast universe, and across thousands of mountains and rivers to find her.
Outline trance into clarity and describe speculation into reality.
Hypocrisy is not enough, and real money cannot be deceived.
The light color of real gold reminded her that all this was real.
Someone left forever.
Ye Qingyu held his eyes open and refused to blink.
The golden light flying from the stars slowly condensed into shape.
Finally, there is a small furnace made of gold, with three legs and two ears, breathing out smoke. The furnace body is engraved with cloud patterns, and the ears hanging on it are flying immortals.
The fire at the bottom of the furnace is the thought of the human world.
The gas in the furnace is the smoke of red dust.
This is her [Business Gold Immortal Furnace], the path Aunt Bai opened for her, the first copper coin she got from "Youjian Inn", and what her father said, "I casually studied the business world and created the technique for you."
This is also what Aunt Bai said, there is not much she can do.
On the way to Jingguo, she lit the stove and spared no expense or wealth. She poured everything she had accumulated over the years from her business career into it, and even dedicated the golden stove itself.
But never got a response.
Until now...
This furnace appears on its own without being summoned, and ignites its flames without pouring in Taoist wealth.
Seen in a trance.
Seeing childhood in a trance.
She suddenly remembered a childhood memory that she should have forgotten a long time ago.
At that time, she saw a golden man with a smiling face. At that time, her father seemed to be very happy, but also seemed to be very unhappy. He cried and laughed and drank a lot of wine.
She woke up in the middle of the night and saw it in the yard.
Under the warm moonlight, Ye Lingxiao drank wine one cup after another.
And that dazzling golden man kept smiling at her.
When she came closer, the golden man disappeared.
"What was that just now?"
"That's...the God of Wealth."
"God of Wealth? Is he very powerful?"
"That's amazing! The God of Wealth is very rich. He has everything. No matter what you want, He can buy it for you."
"I understand! Daddy is the God of Wealth! Daddy gave me everything I wanted!
"Ah hahaha. Come and make a wish. Oh, I have a special channel. I have a good relationship with the God of Wealth. It is not called making a wish between us, it is called buying and selling. Everything has a price. Qingyu, if you kiss your father, you will pay.
Got the money—here, kiss my handsome left cheek. Haha, yes, that’s it, so loud! Then Qingyu, what do you want to buy?”
"Buy a daddy."
"Don't you have a father?"
"I want daddy to be with me forever."
"……make a deal!"
Everything has a price. Probably the sudden surge of wealth redeemed this memory of the God of Wealth.
But isn’t the deal already done?
Why is it not implemented.
Why is it still lost?
I seem to hear a voice saying in my ears——
"The true way of doing business is to buy genuine products at fair prices and not to deceive others."
"The God of Wealth especially never breaks his promise."
"I'm sorry, I didn't do it, so I can only compensate you."
Ye Qingyu opened his eyes hard and reached out to grab the golden furnace.
"No, don't..."
"Don't pay."
A jingling sound broke her murmur.
Like countless gold and silver jewels smashed into an empty box.
The former is the love of the God of Wealth, and the latter is the heart of a daughter.
Brilliant and surging wealth came from all directions and poured into the furnace without thinking.
Bang!
The wealth was too heavy for her to handle.
The small golden stove fell from my hand.
Lu Qiu Wenyue and Bai Gexiao stretched out their hands almost at the same time, and then retracted their hands at the same time.
The small golden furnace missed all its support and fell to the ground.
No external force is needed and it still stands very stable.
Wealth surges like a golden river, spreading in all directions, across the void, following the Old Testament.
They are the compensation from the God of Wealth and the company of the God of Wealth.
After a while, the golden gas in the furnace boiled out like clouds.
This [Shang Jin Immortal Furnace] is the art of refining immortality in the mortal world. This small golden furnace can accommodate thousands of people in the mortal world, but it cannot accommodate so much wealth at all.
That is the Yang God of Shangdao, the last legacy!
The Shang Jin Immortal Furnace is already being smelted beyond its limit, and wealth is still pouring out.
Every strand is a gift from my father, and every cent is a flower that I didn't have time to give away.
The fairy-like girl didn't speak, she just knelt on the ground like a miser, picked up and picked up the overflowing wealth with her hands, pinched the overflowing wealth into gold ingots, and piled them next to the small golden stove.
Slowly the ingots piled up into a mountain.
The wealth flowing out of the furnace seemed to never dry up. She was busy picking it up, as if she never felt tired.
I really hope that some regrets can be picked up, and I really hope that all my wishes can come true.
If you save enough money, can you buy love back?
Until a hand came over, squeezed all the remaining wealth into an extremely solid gold ingot, and delivered it to her.
Lu Qiu Wenyue, the prime minister of Da Jing Dynasty, half-crouched in front of her.
His eyes were complicated, and he seemed to be looking at her with hidden expectation.
Ye Qingyu caught the gold ingot and piled it into the small gold furnace.
"Thank you." She stood up and said.
All the gold ingots gathered from her wealth were collected one by one by her.
She hugged the Shangjin Immortal Refining Furnace tightly in her arms, walked around Lu Qiu Wenyue, who was still squatting there, and walked out.
She waited in the reception room of Luqiu Mansion for a short period of time, and finally found the person she was waiting for, but now she just wanted to leave here.
She doesn't like it here, she hates the weather today.
The wind made her eyes uncomfortable, and her hair was tied awkwardly. She wondered whether the newly introduced fish species in Tayun Lake were lively. She should go and show off her father's paintings.
"Qingyu, where are you going?" Bai Gexiao caught up and asked with concern.
Yes, where to go?
Father will not come home.
There is no Ye Lingxiao in Lingxiao Pavilion.
Ye Qingyu's footsteps did not stop, but she did have no direction.
She held the small stove as if holding her own heart.
It's obviously full, but why is it so empty?
"This is a place where Wen Xiang lives in seclusion, and you are not allowed to do so without authorization——"
boom!!!
All blocking voices were shattered.
A figure in blue robes and a jade crown crashed into the courtyard almost like a falling meteorite.
The figures emerging from all directions were stopped by Luqiu Wenyue with one hand.
But all this could not be seen by the two people looking at each other.
Ye Qingyu held the small golden stove in his arms and looked at Jiang Wang in front of him.
Jiang Wang was empty-handed, and he stopped the fairy boat in the secret place of Lingxiao.
Looking at the intact Ye Qingyu, the gorgeous sky like burning clouds gradually dispersed all kinds of strange phenomena and returned to clarity.
"I heard you came to Jingguo. I'm... a little nervous." Jiang Wang explained subconsciously: "... reckless."
Ye Qingyu looked at him without saying anything.
So he stopped talking.
He just walked a few steps forward, walked up to Ye Qingyu, opened his arms, and hugged her gently, as if he was a fragile shadow in his arms, as if he was afraid of being crushed.
He hugged her, just like she hugged him when he escaped from the Lost World.
"sorry."
"sorry."
The two people said it almost at the same time.
I'm sorry I didn't bring your father back.
Sorry, I'm useless and can't save him myself.
They were silent at the same time.
When she walked out of that door, Ye Qingyu felt that although the world was so big, she no longer knew where to call home. Now she was living in Jiang Wang's arms.
She thought she should feel safe.
But the tears fell.
I have never shed tears like this in my life. They didn't feel like they were flowing out, but like there were holes in my eyes, like gurgling blood.
She opened her eyes hard to look at the world, as if she could retain something in this way, but her tears were like beads, covered with rain curtains, and she couldn't see anything clearly. Even the little golden stove in her arms and Jiang Wang in front of her were all changed.
Got to be blurry.
"Let's go home."
she whispered with tears in her eyes.
"Let's go home."
she whimpered.
Jiang Wang lowered his head and buried himself in her hair, gently stroking her long hair.
"Let's go home." He also choked.
…
Lu Qiu Wenyue stood quietly in the courtyard.
Watching the Changhong disappear in the sky.
The youngest true monarch in the world just took her granddaughter away.
Here we go to the Yun Kingdom, where there are thousands of feet of peaks and vast expanse of clouds, separated by a sky and a long river. And the family love that can never be close again.
"Although it's thousands of miles away, no one will let them wait outside the door." Bai Gexiao said standing beside him.
"There are many things going on in the mansion, so I won't serve tea." Lu Qiu Wenyue said.
"I have only one last question." Bai Ge said with a smile: "Do you think Ye Lingxiao is worthy of your daughter now?"
Lu Qiu Wenyue said nothing.
Bai Gexiao didn't really need her answer, dusted his clothes, turned and left.
The yard is not big, but it is really empty.
I didn't think about planting trees at first, but now I only have a few cuckoos in the corner. I don't know when the birds carried the seeds, but they didn't bloom.
Lu Qiu Wenyue stood silently.
Ye Xiaohua raised her daughter very well. She raised her daughter very well.
Clean and free from dust.
Even sadness is clear and does not contain resentment.
This is enough love that she has never given.
It wasn't until today that she seemed to understand why Chaolu fell in love with her regardless of everything -
She had always thought that everything Chao Lu did was a resistance to her strict control.
But her harsh love and her distant ideals are so rare for two people who love each other...
"Your Majesty wins!"
"Your Majesty dragged Yizhen's remains to Yujing Mountain!"
These voices had been ringing in her ears since early in the morning.
Now it's coming back again.
There were also the sounds of cluttered footsteps, muffled whispers, the rapid clatter of nails and leaves, and the increasingly distant sound of wind.
"There was a rebellion in Yuanshi Mansion, and Yun Qiwei who went to suppress the situation was assassinated!"
"General Xian was thrown to the border of China!"
"His Majesty has returned from Yujing Mountain... I am ordering you to return to the court, Wen Xiang, Wen Xiang?"
She heard clearly. But sometimes it was very close, sometimes it was very far away.
She saw the cuckoo in the corner, which was as red as blood.
Only then did she suddenly realize that it was still spring.
Although summer is right in front of us, it has been lingering in front of us.
It was also at this time that Chaolu left.
Spring is such a long season.
It can never be forgotten in memory.
Thanks to book friend "Xu Yanbing" for becoming the leader of this book! It is the 829th alliance!
