A few hours ago, in a suite on the top floor of the Jinmao Hyatt Hotel.
Chen Xia still stood silently in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with a wine glass in her hand, looking out the window quietly, her thoughts wandering to nowhere.
There was still a moment before the ninth thunder of Xiangquehedao. Chen Xia raised her head and wanted to drink the red wine in the glass, but found that the glass was empty. She walked to the table, reached for the wine bottle, and slowly poured the bright red wine into the glass.
The wine hung on the rim of the glass and looked like red blood. After Chen Xia raised his head and drank it all, his hand suddenly trembled slightly and the wine glass fell from his hand and hit the table.
"Crash" the cup shattered with a sound, and the fragments flew everywhere.
Chen Xia was inexplicably startled, and reached out to cover her chest, where she felt bursts of pain for no apparent reason, and a trace of cold sweat fell from her forehead.
After standing quietly holding on to the table for a while, she finally regained her composure. Chen Xia coughed twice and took a few deep breaths to calm down her inner agitation. The inexplicable heartache lasted for a long time before dissipating.
Go, Chen Xia wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, staggered to the window and looked into the distance again through the floor-to-ceiling windows, as if looking for something.
A long time, a long time later!
The sky in the distance seemed to have turned white, and a ray of morning light fell through the clouds. Chen Xia thought that she had been standing there for almost a night.
At this time, a black shadow flew quickly from the distant horizon. In the blink of an eye, the black shadow gradually approached. Gradually, Chen Xia saw that it was a large eagle flapping its wings.
Hai Dongqing clasped his paws on the window sill, looking at the beautiful woman in the room with lonely eyes. They looked at each other, and each seemed to see something in the other's eyes.
"Creak" Chen Xia opened the floor-to-ceiling window. Hai Dongqing immediately stretched his wings and flew into the hotel. Then he landed gently on the carpet. Chen Xia squatted down and gently held Hai Dongqing's hair. For some reason, Chen Xia felt in her heart at this moment.
Suddenly it became quiet.
Qufu, Confucius Mansion.
Kong Dejing, who had been holding her child in her arms, almost didn't sleep all night. In her words tonight, the little ancestor seemed to have a seizure. He had been crying since dark and could not be comforted in any way. Later, Kong Dejing even
The doctor from the pediatric department of the city hospital was invited to check the child's body. She was afraid that she would cry herself if she continued like this. After all, the child's physique was different from ordinary people.
The pediatrician came, and after doing several tests, he did not come up with any conclusion. He just told Kong Dejing that the child might be frightened and emotionally unstable, and that if he could find a way to coax him to sleep, he might be fine tomorrow.
Kong Dejing is getting anxious. If I could coax the child to sleep, why would I need to find you here? As for the child being frightened, it is even more impossible. This is Kong Shengren's old house, and there is no possibility of any monsters or monsters.
Come in, who can scare her?
Late at night, just a moment away from the ninth thunderbolt of Xiang Que He Dao, Wanwan suddenly started crying even harder. Kong Dejing, who was holding her, could almost lose her grip on the struggling child, who was tearing apart with every sound.
The sound of crying made Kong Dejing realize that something big must have happened somewhere.
Suddenly, for some unknown reason, Wanwan's crying began to stop abruptly, and stopped with a "swish"!
In just a moment, Kong Dejing was surprised to find that blood appeared on the child's face, her skin began to turn rosy and smooth to the touch, and her open eyes gradually glowed, and the sallow complexion gradually faded away.
After a while, my breathing became much more even.
Kong Dejing was stunned, then raised her head and said in surprise: "Xiang Que?"
Kong Dejing guessed that Wanwan's sudden improvement might be due to Xiangque, but she did not hear the vicissitudes of life sigh hundreds of kilometers away from Qufu: "If I don't go to hell, who will?"
After Xiang Que was on the verge of death after joining the Tao, his sonorous oath, comparable to Ksitigarbha's "I will not become a Buddha until hell is empty," brought about a huge change in the child's numerology. Heaven felt that his spirit was commendable and took pity on him.
Heir, although Wanwan will not immediately get rid of the numerology of impending doom, it is much better than before.
As for Xiang Que's parents in Zhongjing's mansion, they also spent the whole night without anyone, and their mother was worried about their son traveling thousands of miles away. Although they didn't know what Xiang Que was going to face, they would still be inexplicably worried even if the child left their parents' sight.
At dawn, on the top of the west mountain, people disappeared from the mountain.
Cao Shanjun rushed to Putian Xuankong Temple to tell Master Mingwu about this incident in Xishan and let him make inferences about Xiang Que's life and death. Is this person alive? If he died, how could his natal spiritual pet?
If you didn't go with him, how could this person disappear out of thin air if he was still alive?
Wang Kunlun went directly to Qufu, Wang Xuanzhen rushed to Shanghai after calling Chen Xia, and Qi Changqing returned to Gujing Temple.
Xishan, that conflict was somewhat similar to the Earth-shattering conflict. Except for the four people present, no outsider knew about it. The entire Feng Shui Yin and Yang world did not know that there was a crucial battle on the top of the unknown Xishan Mountain in the northeast.
People don't know why the sky in the Northeast was so thunderous last night.
Overnight, the dust and smoke dissipated, and Xishan returned to peace. The only difference was that the dozen or so tombs that had existed for an unknown period of time disappeared, leaving only one new tomb that had just been piled up.
That night, she met Wang Xuanzhen in Chen Xia's suite at the Shanghai Hyatt Regency Hotel.
The two sat facing each other. Fatty Wang opened his mouth several times but hesitated to speak. He didn't know where to start the conversation.
Chen Xia spoke first: "Did something happen to him?"
"Um"
Chen Xia's brows were raised and her breathing was a little quick: "I should have guessed it a long time ago. He has been elusive and mysterious for more than a year. When I last met him a year ago, I had already sensed that he was hiding something.
It’s got me”
Wang Xuanzhen couldn't help but interrupt and said: "Que, I didn't mean to hide anything from you."
Chen Xia said: "How can I understand him without you?"
After the two were silent again, Chen Xia asked: "Now that things have happened, you have to let me know something about it, right?"
Wang Xuanzhen glanced at Hai Dongqing, who had been huddled in the corner with his head buried in his wings since he came in, and said softly: "Xiang Que faced a bad luck when he was born. There is no way to solve this fate.
Relying on his own efforts, Xiang Que’s deadline was the year he turned twenty-five. That was yesterday. At that time, Kunlun, Cao Shanjun, and Qi Changqing and I all rushed over... He didn’t tell you that it was
Because Xiangque is really not sure whether he can survive it. There are some things he won’t hide from us, but he can’t tell you frankly that he wants to do it. You can just treat it as a white lie on his part.”
A white lie!
Chen Xia naturally knew why Xiang Que was hiding it from her!
"Hey..." Chen Xia's eyes suddenly turned red. She crossed her hands and moved her fingers back and forth. She lowered her head and asked, "Are you alive?"
"Life or death is uncertain, and we don't know much about the situation at that time, but we concluded that the possibility of him being rescued is more than 60%, but we don't know where he went." Wang Xuanzhen glanced at Hai Dongqing on the carpet again.
To be honest, Wang Xuanzhen now very much hopes that the big eagle will suddenly jump up, and then jump between the two people and say: "I'm so sorry, because of some strange combination of circumstances, I'm so fucking different now."
You have become a bird, try to accept it...if you really can't accept it, just wait two days and then accept it."
It's a pity that Hai Dongqing still buried his head in his wings and didn't even cry.
A few minutes later, Chen Xia lightly rubbed his eyes and said: "I said, why has he never mentioned marriage to me after being engaged for almost two years? The few times I took the initiative to talk to him, he told me so.
After talking about it for a while, I knew that he didn’t want to marry me, but that he was waiting for this day to come. I thought that if he had passed yesterday safely, I might become his bride this year, but it’s a pity that he...
·”
Wang Xuanzhen nodded and said: "Good intentions."
Chen Xia suddenly smiled and reached out to comb her long hair: "I know he is still alive, so I can wait for him to marry me back to the Xiang family."
Wang Xuanzhen thought for a moment, then looked at the big bird on the ground, and said with great determination: "No problem, I'm still waiting to marry you."
Chen Xia smiled: "How do you know that I must have given birth to a daughter?"
Wang Xuanzhen waved his hand and said: "Xiang Que has done so many immoral things, it's a wonder he gave birth to a son."
"roll······"
At this moment, my sorrow suddenly disappeared a lot.
One day later, Qufu.
Wang Kunlun saw Kong Dejing holding the child, and then reached out to take Wanwan from her arms. He, a man who had never dealt with a partner, suddenly had a father-like kindness on his face.
"Did something happen to Xiang Que?" Kong Dejing asked hesitantly, a little unsure.
"Um!"
Kong Dejing was a little panicked and asked in a trembling tone: 'He, what happened to him?'
Wang Kunlun said calmly: "I don't know whether to live or die."
"Shua" There was a loud sound in Kong Dejing's head, her heart was shaken, and a touch of sadness appeared on her face.
Wang Kunlun raised his head and glanced at the woman in front of him, and knew that this was a love debt left by Xiang Que at some point.
Kong Dejing asked: "Really dead?"
"It's still unclear. His life and death are a bit uncertain, and we can't find out. We can only pretend that he is alive..."
From that day on, Wang Kunlun stayed in Qufu and lived an ordinary life. He threw away all his glory and never stepped into a war-torn battlefield. Every day, as long as Kong Dejing took the child out
In the Kong Mansion, he would secretly take Wanwan for a walk, and then often tell her about Xiang Que.
Although the child at this time cannot understand anything, he just wants Wanwan to understand that he has a father who will go to hell if I don't.
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