He gently held Cong Yi'er's slightly cold hand and said softly: "Yier, I want to tell you, no matter what happens, no matter what arrangements I have, you will be the only one in my life."
You are a woman and the only queen of the Daxing Dynasty. However, you must live well. Your survival is my only hope."
Cong Yier frowned slightly and fell asleep quietly. She was really unhappy. Even though she fell asleep, she still felt aggrieved and wanted to cry. Seeing this expression in Sima Yixuan's eyes, it hurt her whole body.
It was unbearably tight.
"Your Majesty." Gan Nan's voice sounded softly outside, "It's getting late. You'd better go back to the palace. I will stay here to take care of Miss Cong. I am here, so you don't have to worry."
Sima Yixuan looked at Cong Yi'er who was lying on the bed, and felt a headache in his heart. He didn't want to leave, but if he didn't leave, what if his father-- shook his head, he turned around heartily, without turning his head.
Return and leave.
Gan Nan signaled Gan Bei to follow him immediately. He wanted to stay here to take care of Cong Yi'er. No matter how good Cong Yi'er was in martial arts, she was a woman after all. It was still not safe to stay here alone.
When he walked into the palace, he saw his father waiting for him quietly with a thoughtful look on his face. Sima Yixuan had no expression. He knew that his expression might affect his father's mood.
He did something bad to Yi'er. He calmed down, walked over calmly, and said hello quietly: "Are you waiting for my child?"
The Supreme Emperor nodded, smiled slightly, and asked: "Let's go see Zhi'er, how is she doing now? I see that Mo Jiakun is quite interesting to her. My father has been here and can see people's hearts. I see
Mo Jiakun looked a little reluctant when he saw Yi'er, I'm afraid you will regret it if you leave her alone to Mo Jiakun."
Xiao Ying stood behind the Supreme Emperor, gently twitching the corner of her mouth, thinking: The Supreme Emperor is really annoying now, why is he so unreasonable? Where did Miss Cong offend him? Why did he speak like this when he mentioned Miss Cong? On purpose
Right? It makes no sense.
Sima Yixuan said calmly: "Father, if nothing is wrong, the child is going to rest. You know what the child is thinking. Now that I have agreed to you, it is better not to remind you again and again. You should know that I treat you like this.
I don't want Yi'er to be hurt in any way, but if Yi'er makes any mistakes, just as Yi'er is the child's weakness, Yi'er is also your weakness. If there is anything wrong with Yi'er, the child will not only give up.
Not only is the future of the Daxing Dynasty, but also the life of the child. Therefore, the child promises you that you should also consider it yourself."
The Emperor didn't say anything for a long time. Even if his son looked obedient, he still didn't feel that he was obedient.
I woke up with a severe headache. Gan Nan came in from the outside and said with a smile: "Girl, I woke up and the porridge has just been prepared. Girl, please drink some. If you drink too much, it will hurt your health."
Cong Yier looked at Gan Nan blankly. Her mind was still blank and she didn't know what happened. However, the steaming porridge in Gan Nan's hand suddenly reminded her of the middle-aged man who comforted her so gently.
She was cooking porridge carefully for her, and suddenly she burst into tears. She couldn't stop it, and all the grievances in her heart collapsed in an instant.
"Girl--" Gan Nan looked at Cong Yi'er at a loss, not knowing what to do.
"Please leave, please leave." Cong Yi'er couldn't help her grievance, and her tears kept falling. She looked at Gan Nan, her tears making her unable to see clearly. She tried her best to say, "Okay?"
Gan Nan was stunned, wondering what happened to Cong Yi'er, but he turned around and left quietly. The moment he closed the door, he heard Cong Yi'er finally couldn't help crying in the room. What happened to her? Why did she suddenly become so sad?
Like this?
The thought in Cong Yier's mind couldn't be driven away no matter how hard she tried. She wanted to give up her life, give up her life completely. There was nothing she could be attached to in this place, so she wanted to leave quietly, without committing suicide, but giving up.
She gave up to fulfill the love of this life. Sima Yixuan's lack of love made her feel that leaving was the best choice.
Gan Nan had never thought that Liuyun Sword Technique was so beautiful and moving. Cong Yier cried in the room for a long time until she came out again. The sword in her hand shocked Gan Nan. Cong Yier couldn't think about it, right?
However, Cong Yi'er just walked to the river and took out her sword. Like a fairy, the sword danced. For a moment, the water on the river was like rain, and the flowers and leaves in the air were mixed with the water. Cong Yi'er was light blue.
Her clothes were soaked in dark blue by the water, and she was so beautiful that it was unreal. She danced the sword wholeheartedly. Gan Nan knew that watching her practice martial arts was not in line with the rules of the world, but it was so beautiful. It was simply incredible and ethereal.
However, for some reason, Gan Nan felt unspeakable sadness in his heart, as if a precious thing was about to disappear, as if Cong Yier would disappear at any time.
An umbrella covered the wind and rain, but it could not cover the sadness all over her body. Cong Yier walked quietly on the street like this, without any purpose. In this capital, in this space, there are no memories that can be sweet, and there is no more sweetness for her.
No trace of nostalgia. She only felt sad and just wanted to hide herself deeply. This kind of despair was even more helpless than the first time she learned about Sima Yixuan's death. At that time, she knew that she could still miss her, and she could still miss her.
Hold on, and now, what does she have?
A man was taking shelter from the rain on a low eaves. He was a monk. His older face showed a sense of peace of mind and steadiness. However, the eaves were too small and could not protect him from the wind and rain. Cong Yier walked past him and looked at him again.
He stopped and held his umbrella to the low eaves to take shelter from the rain. He raised the umbrella higher to protect the soaked monk from some wind and rain, but he remained silent and silent.
"Thank you, girl." The monk said gently, "I'm really happy to meet the girl again."
"Do we know each other?" Cong Yi'er was a little strange and looked at the monk to make sure he didn't know him.
"But I know you." The monk chuckled and said gently, "I have accompanied you through two lives, and now I meet you in the third life, but you don't remember me."
Cong Yier smiled bitterly and said calmly: "Don't mention the three lives and three lives to me. To me, I have no memory of past lives in this life. They are just strangers."
"But you are destined to meet." The monk said gently, "I have been waiting for you for a long time. I thought that you had some memories of previous lives and did not need me to enlighten you. However, God plays tricks on people, but in this life, he is not willing to do it again.
Love, you have to give up again, and you have to struggle with it again."
Cong Yier smiled, but shed tears, and said lightly: "I can't blame him, he has his responsibility, and I have my choice. If he doesn't love me, I give up. In this world, maybe we can get married without God's will. Don't do it anymore."
Life after life, every life, I have forgotten the memories of the past, it is just about meeting again and falling in love again, there is nothing but God's will."
"Want to go back?" the monk asked calmly.
Cong Yi'er was a little confused, hesitated, and said softly: "I don't know, just leave it to fate. Maybe it would be better to leave quietly."
The monk looked at the rain, sighed softly, and said: "Humans are not God and do not understand God's will. Even if we are lovers for life after life, except for the care in our hearts, there is nothing to remind us of our past lives. Entanglements and grudges are everywhere."
New."
Cong Yier smiled and said gently: "I'll give you the umbrella. If it's true as you said, you have been with me for three lives and enlightened me for three lives and three lives, I will lend you this umbrella and treat it as if we are separated from now on."
, let’s end these three lives.” After saying that, he handed the umbrella to the monk’s hand and left. He took just two steps and suddenly said without looking back, “He waited for me hard, and it’s just as hard for me to come thousands of miles away. I’m here.”
, just look for him and love him, that’s it, why bother? He may be just as happy without me, and I may live a plain and happy life without him.”
"But without him, you won't know what love is." The monk said clearly later, "You will never leave each other. Even if you give up, you will meet again in the next life and your legend will be there again."
"Maybe." Cong Yi'er didn't look back, her figure disappeared in the rain, without any nostalgia, only her figure could not hide her sorrow and sadness.
"Your Majesty, sit here." Sima Rong greeted with a smile. He specially invited the Emperor and his uncle to a banquet in the mansion. "I have been wanting to invite you to come and taste this new tea these days. But you are busy. Today I met Gannan and asked
I’m sorry to say that there aren’t many things going on in the palace these days, so I specially invited you to come over.”
Sima Yixuan smiled slightly and was about to speak when he suddenly heard a melodious piano sound coming from a place not far away. The sound was melodious and cold, and seemed to convey indescribable indifference. "This piano sound doesn't sound right.
Secular, who is so elegant?"
Sima Rong listened and said with a smile: "It's Yi'er. Cong Xiai's health has been poor these days. Princess Calyx and Cong Kehui came back from Wumeng Kingdom and specially invited Yi'er to come and visit Cong Xiai together. They left
Since then, Yi'er has been accompanying Cong Xiai and has not left. She has stayed in the house for two days. The two sisters stay together every day. It is really strange to say that the two of them were incompatible with each other, but now they can really get along with each other.
The love of sisters."
Sima Yixuan's heart trembled. The sound of the piano said too many things. I haven't seen Yi'er for a few days. How is everything? That day, Gan Nan came back and talked about Cong Yi'er's crying. His heart almost broke.
I want to be broken, but now, seeing her again, how is she?
"Is she okay?" Sima Yixuan's voice sounded so calm that it was careless.
Sima Rong hesitated, thought for a while, and said: "I can't say whether it's good or bad. She seems to be the same as before, but she doesn't seem to be the same as before. She doesn't like to talk, and the smile on her face is also faint. She is thin.
She's tired a lot, but she's still in good spirits. Do you want to meet her?"