The sky is high and the earth is far away, the wind is light and the clouds are light.

In the attic side of Lingxiao Palace, the Jade Emperor was wearing a dragon robe and leaning against the railing to look down at the layers of buildings in the Tiangong Palace, and gently stroked his long beards in the wind.

The pair of crane eyes narrowed slightly.

"Your Majesty." The rolling curtain general slowly came behind him and bowed, "Master Tianpeng went to Guanghan Palace. The ministers in the palace have already started to clamor. Will someone be sent to urge?"

Taking a deep breath, the Jade Emperor stared at the light and shadow flowing in the sky and sighed slowly: "Don't urge you, wait, wait for him."

The breath that exhaled condensed into fog in this cold heavenly palace and slowly drifted away.

"promise."

...

In Guanghan Palace, Tianpeng hasn't been here for many years, and he can't even remember it himself.

Don't dare to come.

The pale palace, like the light that shines on the mortal world, has a kind of despair that penetrates into the heart.

Walking on the deserted steps, the palace maids passing by saluted him, but did not dare to get closer.

He is already a dying person.

But when the road reached the end, the stone hanging in his heart for thousands of years finally dropped, and he felt relieved.

Along the way, I admire the exquisiteness of Guanghan Palace, the carved railings and jade bricks, the gardens and landscapes, which are as poetic as picturesque. I am fascinated by the sight, and my eyes are hazy.

"Did she live in this place?" he thought, smiling comfortably.

Finally, there is no need to force yourself not to think or recite, break free from all the constraints, no need to be afraid of people seeing them, no need to hide or hide.

It is worth walking in the sunshine with dignity, even if you die.

...

Sitting in front of the dressing table, Nishang applied the foundation bit by bit to her face, and tears fell down unscrupulously, making her makeup look a little bit, and she could only wash it off and put on her makeup again.

But no matter how she painted it, she was not able to draw the makeup until she used up all the foundation. Holding the empty foundation box, she sat on the ground covering her mouth and cried bitterly.

"I, I just want him to see my most beautiful appearance... Can't I even do this?"

...

The clear and cold wind is windy, the quiet road.

Bypassing the corridor, Tianpeng came to Nishang's door step by step and looked back at Qing's house at the end of the corridor.

The Qing family bent slightly and said lightly: "Don't take it too long."

"Thank you." Tianpeng simply replied and reached out to knock on the door.

"It's me." His tone was as plain as water.

The sound of porcelain breaking came from the room, followed by a series of rapid footsteps.

The door opened with a loud bang, and a tearful man stood in panic in front of Tianpeng.

Messy hair, haggard face, and rapid breathing.

Looking at Tianpeng, Nishang frowned tightly, pursed her lips, held the empty powder box in her hand, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her fingertips and kept sobbing: "Makeup, I can't put on makeup."

Tianpeng laughed a little, smiling warmly.

Nishang also burst into tears and laughed, pouted, pointed at Tianpeng like a child acting coquettishly, and said, "You laugh at me!"

With his hand stretched out, Tianpeng hugged Nishang into his arms, hugged her tightly, and said softly: "Don't worry, I'll help you."

Sniffing the fragrance on her body, he felt a thrill.

Snuggling in Tianpeng's arms, the colorful skirt was as gentle as a kitten. She pursed her lips and couldn't help but shed tears again.

It took so many years for the scene that only appeared in dreams, but it was realized today.

Hesitatingly stretched out his hand, she hugged Tianpeng tightly, and never wanted to let go again for the rest of her life.

"I have used up the powder in the powder box. I want to dance for you, but I can't put on makeup..." She buried her head in Tianpeng's arms and sobbed in a low voice.

"fine."

Tianpeng pulled Nishang into the room step by step, pressed her to the dressing table, and shook her hand. The powder in the powder box was full again.

Nishang wanted to reach out to get the cotton block, but Tianpeng held it down.

He reached out and picked up the cotton block, Tianpeng lowered his head, and dripped it into powder, and applied it to Nishang's face bit by bit.

Looking at his concentrating look, Ni Shang's tears could not be stopped again. The tears that shed gently blew into the air with the sky, like the stars in the night sky.

This is the Tianhe he has always guarded.

He lowered his head, Nichang's long eyelashes stoke, and his hands, who didn't know where to put them, kept rubbing the handkerchief: "Are I stupid? I have been a god for so many years, and I haven't even learned this little spell."

"Your singing and dancing are something that no god can learn."

Nichang smiled sweetly.

Tears have flowed into a river, but they cannot be stained with makeup at all.

Sitting quietly, Ren Tianpeng helped her powder, put on rouge, trample eyebrows, and put on the most beautiful headdress.

Looking at her in the bronze mirror, Tianpeng couldn't help but become obsessed.

When she changed into the most beautiful dance clothes, she stomped and danced lightly, leisurely and gentle.

Tianpeng sat on the chair, watching quietly, watching her dancing in the room, intoxicated.

Smiled with relief.

Finally I could sit and watch her dance, just for him, even if it was only once. After a thousand years of dreams, it finally became a reality on this day.

"Everything is more important than the journey, the day of reunion is less, the thirty-three days are judging, and the sky of separation is the highest; four hundred and four diseases are damaged, how can you endure lovesickness? This life is due to the shallow fate, and it is too hurrying to dream. I wish the next life... I wish the next life..."

The sound of nature stopped at this moment.

She had lupus, a wisp of blood overflowed from her mouth, and her body, which had lost its support, tilted slightly and fell to the ground.

Tianpeng's face changed and he hugged her in panic.

"You...what did you do?!"

"It's only half an hour... I shouldn't have put on makeup." She smiled with difficulty.

This song can't be finished.

"You took the poison pill! I, I will help you get it out."

Tian Peng stretched out his hand, but was restrained by Ni Shang: "No, no need, it's the Nine-Turning Pill of the Alien Yuan, you can't force it out."

"Who is it! Who gave you something like this? Is it too Platinum? No, he knows that the other side of the bud is you, and he won't want you to die... Who could it be?"

Nishang shook her head slowly: "Stop asking, okay? Talk to me, there is not much time left..."

He hugged Ni Shang tightly, Tianpeng opened his mouth wide and trembled, unable to say a word, and could only let tears fall across his cheeks and fall on his bright red dance clothes.

This was the second time I cried in front of her. The last time was a parting in the mortal world. He thought he would never cry in front of her again, but he couldn't hold it back.

"I'm sorry, I can't be like you." Nishang reached out to wipe the tears from Tianpeng's eyes, and smiled sadly: "My rank is lower than you, and only by using this method can you..."

"Don't say it...Don't say it anymore." The tears couldn't stop falling, this was a heart-wrenching pain.

"Without me, they would not be able to commit your sins. Sorry, it was all my fault. If I hadn't met me...If I hadn't eaten the elixir...If..."

"Don't say it, don't say it anymore, I beg you, don't say it anymore..." Tianpeng hugged Nishang tightly.

The iron-like heart was also tangled into powder at this moment.

Tears filled her eyes, and everything in front of her became blurred.

Her eyes gradually dimmed, and she could only reach out to touch and try to remember Tianpeng's outline.

"I have a lot to say to you."

"You don't know, I like to see you standing at the head of the ship, so majestic. Whenever someone talks about you, I'm so proud. If the sisters know, they will envy me... You are the upright Marshal Tianpeng, and also my Marshal Tianpeng, I am alone... You will be fine, and no one can defeat you. You must live well, keep being... as mine, Marshal Tianpeng..."

Bright red blood overflowed from his mouth, soaking the red dance clothes and staining the white robe.

"I'm sorry..." Nishang's consciousness gradually became blurred, and the three words "I'm sorry" were repeated constantly.

The sound gradually became weak and intermittent.

Hugging Nichang, Tianpeng tried all his strength to try to embrace the last glimmer of hope.

However, he couldn't change anything.

This made him dream of a woman who had been dreaming of for thousands of years. She, who had always been gentle and weak, finally protected her love in the most extreme way.

The hand holding Tianpeng's shoulder slowly lost its support and fell to the ground.

The person in his arms had no sound any more.

Tianpeng slowly let go of his hand, trembling, and lowered his head.

The eyes closed, the peaceful expression was like sleeping, with tears on his face and smiled. It was still so beautiful.

He trembled slightly, opened his mouth wide, and couldn't cry.

The cold face of the past gradually became ferocious.

"No, no--"

The hysterical voice alarmed the entire heaven.

...

The breeze caresses the flowers and branches sway.
Chapter completed!