In Tianyu Palace, court officials gathered, and half of the officials were blaming Feng Feiyun,
This is a factional dispute in the Shenjin Dynasty. It is very sharp. Only by completely defeating the other side can we continue to enjoy the glory and wealth and become the next master of imperial power.
On the contrary, Ji Lingmei seemed particularly silent. Her skin was pale and colorless, and her hair turned white in an instant. She had a vicissitude of beauty and white hair. The hustle and bustle in the court seemed to have nothing to do with her. Her eyes were dull, like a plant.
The rose that is about to wither,
Princess Luofu said: "Princess Yue is no longer alive. This is an indisputable fact. As the only princess in the world who is engaged to the God King, it is natural for the God King to build a mausoleum and guard her tomb. Not only for three years, but also
Even if it is ten years or thirty years, it is all appropriate, but don’t forget, if you want to become a king with a different surname in the Shenjin Dynasty, you must marry a princess. If someone wants to use this name to deprive Feng Feiyun of
If he has the title of God King, then... his heart should be put to death."
Everyone was speechless, no one dared to say anything more,
Feng Feiyun also remained silent,
Princess Luofu added: "The God King will definitely marry another princess. As for who he wants to marry, this is a matter for our royal family. Outsiders have no right to interfere. Even if he wants to marry this princess, as long as he can
If he wins the title of Prince Consort, then I will definitely marry him and accompany him to build the mausoleum for Princess Yue. So what if I wear sackcloth and pay filial piety and guard the tomb for thirty years?"
Princess Luofu had finished speaking. Naturally, no one dared to say anything more. Even Beiming Mo Shou fell silent.
Before the sun set, the proceedings in Tianyu Palace ended, and the top seven in the Battle of Consorts were also born. To everyone's expectation, Li Xiaonan was eliminated by Long Qingyang and was eliminated early. Of course, he watched that battle
All the monks understood that this was not because Long Qingyang's cultivation level was higher than that of Li Xiaonan, but because Li Xiaonan had no intention of winning. The person he loved was Dongfang Jingyue, and there was no way he could really win the Consort Battle.
The top seven in the Battle of the Prince Consort: Feng Feiyun, Dongfang Jingshui, Beiming Potian, Prince Hongye, Tiandao Ancient House, Mu Xingzi, Long Qingyang,
Today, it is getting late, and the battle of the Seven Strongmen will be held tomorrow. The monks left the imperial city one after another,
The clouds on the horizon gradually turned from fiery red to cold, and finally darkened completely.
In the divine capital in winter, the temperature difference between day and night is huge. At night, the temperature drops rapidly, and blizzards fall. The entire divine capital can be submerged under thick snow in one night.
As night fell, Feng Feiyun walked out of Tianyu Palace. The lights were hung high inside and outside the imperial city. The palace maids and eunuchs passed by in a hurry, saluting Feng Feiyun one after another.
"Ta-da."
A group of white cranes pulled a fragrant cart, speeding through the imperial city, and stopped next to Feng Feiyun. There was no one driving the car, and it seemed a bit lonely. There was no human voice inside, and it was extremely quiet.
Feng Feiyun stopped and said, "Is she the divine concubine?"
There was still silence in the incense car. After a long time, a cough was heard, "God King, please...ahem...get in the car..."
Ji Ling's voice was a bit desolate and sad, giving people infinite despair.
If a person's voice is full of despair, then this person is not far from death.
The temperature really dropped sharply. Feng Feiyun exhaled a breath of cold air and puffed out white smoke, saying: "Where to go."
"Meeting an old friend." Ji Lingmei started coughing again as she spoke.
Hearing her faint and sad voice at this moment, Feng Feiyun was no longer as afraid of her as usual. She seemed to be just an ordinary woman. Feng Feiyun got on the carriage straight away, opened the curtain and walked in. ,
The incense car moved forward again and left the imperial city.
Ji Lingmei was sitting in the corner of the chariot. Although her hair was white and her face was pale, she looked really beautiful today. She was wearing the simplest clothes, like an ignorant girl, without a trace of worldly dust. ,
Feng Feiyun was slightly absent-minded, and then found a place to sit down on mink fur. He had an illusion that at this moment, Ji Lingmei was no longer a concubine, but the one she was a hundred and eighty years ago. A girl from the Ji family, gentle, playful, knowledgeable, and smart as ice and snow,
The two of them seemed to have met across time and space. They met one hundred and eighty years ago. At that time, Ji Lingmei was only sixteen years old. She was just an outstanding female disciple who had just left the Ji family. She had not yet married the Jin Emperor, so it was not because of scheming. Deep concubine of the goddess,
After Feng Feiyun thought for a long time, he planned to tell him about Long Cangyue's death, composed his words, and then said: "Actually..."
Ji Lingmei spoke before him, smiled slightly, with bright eyes and white teeth, and said, "Zuo Qianshou once mentioned you in front of me."
Feng Feiyun was shocked and said: "Master Zuo, where is he now?"
Zuo Qianshou is the genius of the first formation master. He was once an admirer of Ji Lingmei. He regarded her as a goddess and obeyed her every word. He even broke into the most dangerous place in the world for her, the imperial palace of the Shenjin Dynasty, and robbed her. The "Dragon Spirit Stone", the country's destiny stone of the Jin Dynasty, was gone.
But what he got was not Ji Lingmei's love, but Ji Lingmei's ruthless sword, cutting off his right hand, and escorting him to the front of the Jin Emperor. Ji Lingmei handed over the "Dragon Spirit Stone" She married Emperor Jin and became his wife, but Zuo Qianshou was imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison of the Divine Capital.
Later, under the rescue of Grandpa Feng Feiyun, he escaped from the heavenly prison and fled to the southern barbarian border of the Shenjin Dynasty. He lived incognito in Fenghuo Liancheng for 180 years and did not dare to step into the city of God.
Feng Feiyun still remembers this tragedy in his heart, because he felt that he and Zuo Qianshou were the same kind of people, both fell into the hands of the woman he loved most, and it became a lifelong pain.
"You will be able to see him soon." Ji Lingmei's beautiful eyes were full of smoke, and she was dressed in picturesque green clothes. She was sitting in a simple car, as if she was a beauty in a painting who was meditating.
Zuo Qianshou entered Shendu a few years ago, saying that he wanted to settle things with Ji Lingmei. However, after Feng Feiyun came to Shendu, he sent people many times to inquire about his whereabouts, but there was no information at all.
Ji Lingmei was speechless all the way. Ji Lingmei hesitated many times because she saw Feng Feiyun's livid face, which frightened her so much that she dared not speak.
The white crane pulled the incense cart, drove to Nantian Temple, and flew straight in.
Foshan is majestic, with a forest of temples. Even at night, you can faintly hear the sound of chanting Buddha and chanting sutras.
Ji Lingyi walked out of the incense car and stood under the moonlight, walking on a wisp of green smoke and walking leisurely towards a mountain valley. There was a wooden pavilion built there, and there was a lonely grave next to the wooden pavilion.
Feng Feiyun fell in front of the grave and saw the name "Zuo Qianshou" engraved on the cold stone tablet. Everything seemed so sad.
There are also fallen leaves left behind in autumn, which have accumulated in a thick layer around. The night wind blows, and the fallen leaves are flying, with a "wuwu" sound.
Feng Feiyun cultivated the Phoenix Sky Eye and was able to see through the tomb. There was an old man buried under the soil. He was handsome and handsome when he was young. Now he is lying in a cold coffin and has been dead for several years. Because the immortal cultivator His physical body is strong and has not decayed even after several years.
His life was ruined by Ji Lingmei,
"How could he die?" Feng Feiyun clenched his hands tightly, with a cold look in his eyes.
Ji Lingmei took an ironwood broom from the wooden pavilion and swept the fallen leaves in front of the grave. Her movements were elegant, her white hair flying, and she said lightly: "In my life, I have no one I love most, and no one I hate the most. , but there is one person who I feel most sorry for, and that is him. I will find a way to make it up to him."
The broom flicked, and the fallen leaves floated faster, falling on the tombstone.
"I just feel sorry." Feng Feiyun originally thought Ji Lingmei was pitiful, but now he felt she was even more hateful.
"Every year, I would come to visit his grave, recite Buddhist scriptures in Qingtan Courtyard, and pray for him. When we first met, I had already prayed for him for three days," Ji Lingmei said,
"But the person is already dead. If you sweep his grave, it would be too ridiculous to make up for it." Feng Feiyun felt funny and thought in his heart, after Shui Yue Yue killed Feng Feiyun, would he also be killed? Bury him and visit his grave every year,
Ji Lingmei stopped talking and continued to sweep the fallen leaves until all the fallen leaves were swept away. Then she went to pull out the weeds on the grave one by one. Her hands were covered with soil. She did it very carefully until the weeds on the grave were all covered. There was not a single blade of grass left, so she stopped.
Her pupils were so clear, without a trace of impurities, just like a newborn baby, innocent, innocent, and young. She looked at the tombstone and the grave and said: "Yes, murderers should die. "
The air became colder, and from the sky, snowflakes fell one after another, like white goose feathers. Some fell on Ji Lingmei's head, and some fell on Feng Feiyun's shoulders. On the lonely grave, falling in front of the tombstone,
This was such a heavy snow, and it didn’t take long before it swallowed up the entire world and turned it into a silver world.
The cold wind is howling, and it's a bit freezing,
Ji Lingmei rubbed her hands, her face turned red, and said, "Feng Feiyun, can you hold me? I feel so cold, so tired, and my heart hurts."
Feng Feiyun had no intention of walking over to hug her. He still stood there with a thick layer of wind and snow on his shoulders and head. After a while, Ji Lingmei didn't continue to speak, so he glanced at her slightly. , and found that half of her body was frozen in the ice and snow. From her waist to the soles of her feet, she had fused with ice crystals. Her lips were trembling, and there was no trace of blood from the cold.
Feng Feiyun rushed over and hugged her. He could only hold half of her body. He shot out a stream of spiritual energy from his hand to drive away the cold air in her body. However, it could only slow down the freezing speed and could not save her at all. Come back, "You took the ice soul of ten thousand years before coming here."
The cold air of ten thousand years of ice soul can seal off all vitality of a person, turn flesh and blood into ice crystals, and melt jade bones into frost. Not to mention Feng Feiyun's current cultivation level, even if Emperor Jin personally takes action, it is impossible for her to escape from the gate of hell. pull back,
Ji Ling was like a pure and ignorant girl. She pillowed her frosty face in Feng Feiyun's arms and said in a trembling voice: "When I learned about Yue'er's death, I had no intention of living anymore."
"Cang Yue, she's not dead." Feng Feiyun's hands were full of flames, one hand pressed on her heart, and the other held her cheek,
"It's...not important anymore...I really want to go back one hundred and eighty years ago...that would be great." Ji Lingmei had an An Ran smile on her face. It was the most sincere smile, and it was this With the most beautiful smile in the world, he said slowly: "Take good care of her...for me, do you promise...me?"
Feng Feiyun nodded,
Ji Lingmei's smile became more and more beautiful, her eyelashes trembled slightly, but there was a drop of clear tears hanging on the edge of her beautiful eyes, which was soon frozen by the cold air and turned into two crystal clear ice beads.
She has turned into an ice sculpture. The ice crystals on her body are getting thicker and thicker, and she is getting further and further away from Feng Feiyun.
Through a layer of ice crystals, you can still see her beauty, but the distance between this thin layer of ice is infinite, too far to be crossed, it is the distance between life and death.
The cold wind howled, the fallen leaves were flying, and the snowflakes were like white blades, beating on Feng Feiyun's body and piling up on him, as if he was being piled into an ice sculpture.
Right in front of this lonely grave, Ji Lingmei was atoning for her life.
"Amitabha."
As the Buddha's chant rang out, a young monk came out on the snow, his body full of precious light, walking in the wind and snow, his eyes were desolate, and he said with compassion: "She has been working hard for the survival of the Ji family all her life, sacrificing her reputation. He sacrificed his purest heart and finally himself."
Feng Feiyun said: "What does this mean?"
"The Ji family is a family of treasure hunters. They are not tolerated by the Yin and Yang worlds. She sacrificed herself, married Emperor Jin, and became a concubine. With the protection of Emperor Jin, the Ji family can exist today. Zuo Qianshou's The matter had nothing to do with her at all, it was all arranged by the Ji family, but she always felt that it was her own crime and debt." Dai Maitreya said sadly,
Feng Feiyun closed her eyes tightly. No wonder when she finally asked Feng Feiyun to hold her, she said she was so tired. It turned out that she was really so tired from living.
Dai Maitreya added: "Emperor Jin is about to abdicate, and no one will protect the Ji family anymore. She must let Princess Yue ascend to the position of Emperor Jin in order to continue to let the Ji family survive. What she has done is not her fault." It was voluntary, and the mistakes she committed should have been forgiven, but no one could understand her."
"Is this really worth it?" Feng Feiyun hugged the ice man in her hand. She had completely lost her life and merged with the ice.
"Sometimes, for the survival of a family, it is worth sacrificing a woman." When Dai Maitreya said this, he also hesitated. It was obvious that he did not believe what he said.
It turns out that she is also a poor woman,
After taking the ice soul of ten thousand years, Ji Lingbei became relaxed, young, innocent, and sentimental. She put down all the baggage, just like the ice-snow and smart girl one hundred and eighty years ago, who had not yet been chosen. A woman who sacrificed for her family,
Perhaps at the last moment of her life, she also wanted to have a youth and a life of her own, so she sat in the same car with Feng Feiyun, but that was just her own extravagant wish. At that time, Feng Feiyun had no feelings for her. She only hated it but did not cherish it.
If Feng Feiyun had known the reason in advance, maybe he would have been kinder to her in that ancient car on the way here. Of course, it was just maybe.
There are no ifs or possibilities in life,
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To be honest, I have revised this chapter several times, and I always felt that it was a little cruel to Ji Lingmei. However, this is the setting in the outline. In the end, Lao Jiu gritted his teeth and wrote it. I hope everyone can accept it.
Choosing to let Ji Lingmei leave during the Ghost Festival is the best arrangement for her. Should everyone burn some money for her so that the concubine can go on a safe journey? How much money should be burned depends on everyone's wishes.