The golden pill was spat out together with blood and fell to the ground.
Zhuyunni stood behind them, looking at the two of them walking away together, and suddenly burst into tears.
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Green mountains, green water, thatched houses, birdsong, and the fragrance of flowers.
"Come on, come on, mother will cook for you."
Liusu stood at the door of the small hut, clapped his hands and said to Qiluo and Buhui who were playing on the other side of the mountain.
"coming……"
Qiluo and Buhui ran over hand in hand.
Liusu was cooking in the small hut, and the two of them happily helped.
One moment she chooses vegetables, another moment she cuts them, and another moment she wipes Liusu's sweat.
The three of them talked and laughed from time to time, and the laughter flew far and wide.
In the past few days, the two siblings and their parents spent time in this leisurely valley. A crystal clear river flows through the valley, with blue sky and green mountains, birds singing and the fragrance of flowers, it feels like a paradise.
They are a family of four who live carefree every day, eating at the same table, sleeping on the same bed, listening to Liusu telling novel stories, and listening to Emperor Zhuyao telling stories about his childhood.
Emperor Zhuyao looked at them with a smile. For a moment, he seemed to see both of them growing up. One was a ninety-five-year-old king, ruling the world, and the other was happily married. There were hazy tears in his eyes.
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"Mom, what is this place? Why did you and my father bring my sister and me here?"
Xiao Buhui asked while lighting the fire and touching his dark face. Xiao Qiluo also raised a puzzled face——
"This is the place where father and your mother met."
This is also where the whole story begins.
Emperor Zhuyao walked in and said.
Liusu turned around, and their eyes met, fiery, lingering, and reluctant...
It was obviously very heartbreaking, but he still smiled.
"Meeting here? There must be a wonderful story, right?"
Xiao Qiluo's eyes sparkled with curiosity.
"Want to hear it?" Emperor Zhuyao paused, touched the two children's little heads, and asked.
"Want to hear it!!" They nodded vigorously, for fear of missing something.
"Father, I will tell you." Emperor Zhuyao glanced at Liusu and said with a smile.
"good!"
In the evening of this day, the sun gradually sets in the west. Outside the small hut, between the sky and the earth, Liusu is cooking in the small hut. The smoke curls up and the aroma of rice wafts in.
Emperor Zhuyao was lying on the bamboo recliner made by Xiao Qiluo and Xiao Buhui, closing his eyes and recounting the past events one by one.
"The story is like this. When my father and your fourth uncle and your thirteenth uncle led the troops to fight, they were ambushed and my father was seriously injured..."
His voice was so clear and peaceful, it seemed like spring water rushing through one's heart.
There is more than one protagonist in the story. Now, they have left. They are separated in the vast sea of people. They don’t know where they are going. They are sad or happy in every corner.
Qiluo and Xiaobuhui held their chins up and listened to him. In his story, there were beauties, kingdoms, brothers, affection and righteousness, love and hate, laughter and tears...
It's heart-wrenching, thousands of twists and turns...
Liusu stood in the house, already in tears.
"No regrets, Qiluo, do you want to see your father marry your mother?"
Yes, he and his Liusu never really got married, there was only one ghost marriage, and she had never seen him marry her.
"Okay, okay, we want to see my father marry my mother!"
The two children clapped their hands excitedly.
"Okay?" he asked the woman who came out with the food.
"..." She nodded.
"But there are no thousands of troops and no gorgeous wedding clothes." He said.
She came over, bent down and held his head from behind, and said, "With you and the two of them, that's enough."
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Emperor Zhuyao is going to marry Qin Liusu.
He is not the emperor, she is not the queen, they are just chasing Emperor Yao and Qin Liusu.
They don't want thousands of troops, grandeur, splendor and wealth, they just want each other.
…
Emperor Zhuyao was dressed in red wedding clothes, which made his face look even paler, but he was in good spirits, and even his brows and eyes were filled with happiness.
Liusu and Qiluo were nervous and busy preparing in another small room.
Of course, the busiest person here is Xiao Buhui. He is like a happy bird. He and He Qiluo went to pick a lot of flowers early in the morning and decorated the small hut beautifully.
Now I am walking back and forth between the houses on both sides, sweating profusely.
"Sister, sister...are you okay over there?"
"It's almost ready. I'm helping my mother wear a hijab." Qiluo's voice came from inside the house.
"Father, do you love my mother?"
"like."
"Father, do you want to eat oranges?"
"Don't eat."
"Father, do you want some water?"
"Don't drink."
"Well, Father, are you nervous?" He tilted his little head again and asked curiously.
"Nervous, look..." Emperor Zhuyao spread his hands. He has a pair of beautiful hands, with slender fingers, clear joints, and clean...
"Ah, Father, your palms are sweaty." Xiao Buhui touched Emperor Zhuyao's hand and said.
"Mother, sister...Father is so nervous, he is sweating..."
Little Happy ran towards Liusu again.
"Mom, look, you are so beautiful." Xiao Qiluo took a bronze mirror and took a picture of Liusu.
Liusu opened her eyes and looked into the bronze mirror——
She wore a red wedding dress, with white cherry blossoms embroidered on the skirt. She used a white brocade belt to tie her uncontrollable slender waist. She tied her black hair into a wishful bun, with only a
The cherry blossom hairpin was the hairpin she lost in the maple leaf forest that day. Emperor Zhuyao picked it up and carried it with her for many years.