Chapter 732: There is hope for Yongling's resurrection
At the bottom of the Hidden Dream Pavilion, a small green seedling was swaying in the wind. It was so small and fragile that it could not resist the wind.
Song of Songs couldn't name it. She had never seen such a seedling.
Stones can really sprout, which means there is hope for Yong Ling's resurrection?
But Taoist Master Shangyang said that it must bloom and the trees and vines decorate the entire Pavilion of Dreams.
She didn't know what that scene would be like. She tried her best to take care of the country's affairs and worked hard to get rid of the two demons, but all she got in exchange was a small seedling.
I saw hope, but at the same time I was unsure. The way forward seemed confused...
Now, she doesn't know how much merit it takes to have such a scene. But looking at this little seedling, the past events still come to mind one after another.
Nongzhuang and Xiaofanzi brought face wash and breakfast. Yage washed her face casually and then told them to ignore her and go back first.
From morning to noon and then to dusk.
Song of Songs sat quietly in the Dream Pavilion without eating a grain of rice or drinking a drop of water.
Looking at the position opposite, it seemed as if Xuanyuan Yongling was sitting there, smiling at her.
"Yong Ling, I miss you!" she whispered unconsciously, her tears dripping onto the smooth stone table, crystal clear and making a 'tick' sound.
Fortunately, I summoned the worry-free piano.
Gently pluck the strings with your fingers, and a feeling of lovesickness and endless sadness pops up.
Xuanyuan Wenqi originally wanted her to be alone, but as the sky was getting dark, he heard from his servant that she had not eaten all day.
He finally couldn't help but come.
She sat with her back to him, listening to the music of the piano for a while, and then she felt that her heart was filled with panic. It made him worry a lot.
With a long sigh, he shook his head, entered the Dream Hidden Pavilion, and sat down where Xuanyuan Yongling used to sit.
The sound of the piano suddenly stopped.
She looked up at him, and there were still tears on her beautiful face. He couldn't help but stretched out his hand to wipe it away for her.
But she tilted her head, stood up, took two steps, and stood with her back to him.
Afterwards, I heard her sighing leisurely, and finally spoke: "Your Majesty, do you know, this is all my hope!"