"No." Ling Ruo replied, the smile on her face disappeared without knowing when.
Shi Sheng looked at her seriously and said: "You will, Miss Ling, if you persist in this way, you will regret it one day."
Until Shi Sheng and the others left, this sentence still kept ringing in Ling Ruo's ears. Will she really regret it? No, no, she will never regret it.
When the dusk drum sounded, Yinzhen walked into the main hall slowly, squatted down and said to Ling Ruo, who was chanting sutras with his eyes closed: "Ruo'er, do you still remember the flower of the other shore you told me about?"
Ling Ruo slowly opened her eyes, with a faint fluctuation in her eyes. Bianhua, she certainly remembered the time she met Yinzhen by the Jianjia Pond. He was in Nalan Meier's marriage to the eighth brother and was in great pain. At that time
I once told him about the Flower of the Other Side.
On the other side, Yinzhen's voice continued, "The flowers on the other shore bloom for a thousand years and fall for a thousand years. The flowers and leaves will never meet each other. Love is not cause and effect, fate is destined to life and death. That day, you told me that through these flowers
, everything that was once remains on the other side; then, people can start over, right?"
Ling Ruo looked at him quietly without answering, wondering why he suddenly mentioned this. The next moment, Yinzhen took her hand and said, "Come with me."
Regardless of Ling Ruo's objection, he pulled her away from the hall. The evening breeze ruffled the corners of their clothes, and they flew in the air like butterflies and swallows.
"You..." Just when Ling Ruo was about to ask Yinzhen where he wanted to take her, Yinzhen suddenly stopped. Then, Ling Ruo saw that the courtyard that should have been empty was now covered with a kind of thing she had never seen before.
The flowers she had never seen before were bright red and fierce. At this time, the sunset was gradually setting. These flowers gave her a kind of coquettishness like the blood of the setting sun. They were so beautiful that it was thrilling, but also made her feel inexplicably sad.
There are no leaves, nothing else, only red, a shocking color, like fire, blood, or tea!
Each petal is shaped like an inverted needle, unfolding and curling backwards, blooming in the most beautiful posture.
After staring blankly for a long time, Ling Ruo suddenly realized that this was the flower of the other shore, which had only existed in the legendary Manzhu Shahua. It actually existed!
"I read a lot of books and ordered people to search for a long time, and finally found the flower of the other side that you mentioned - Manzhushahua. Ruo'er." He looked at her and said extremely seriously: "You said that as long as you pass through the flower of the other side,
, you can let go of everything in the past and start over.”
Start over? Start over…
Tears gradually blurred my eyes, but the clusters of Manzhu Shahua were still shockingly red.
Yinzhen, can we really start over?
She admitted that this time, Yinzhen really did a lot for her, even finding the flower of the other side that originally only existed in legend, but she was still afraid that all the good things would one day disappear without a trace.
The restless harem fights and conflicts are exhausting.
"Ruo'er, as long as you pass through these flowers, we can start over." He held his hand that he never let go and slowly walked towards the flowers on the other side.
In the distance, Li Wei and Sixi watched this scene excitedly. In order to find these flowers, they traveled thousands of miles. However, as long as they could make Concubine Xi let go of her inherent knots and return to the palace with the emperor, all this hard work was nothing.
When her feet were about to step over a clump of Manzhu Shahua, Ling Ruo suddenly pulled back. In the fading scene, she slowly shook her head, "I'm sorry! I can't let go, Your Majesty, I can never let go!"
Yinzhen felt as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water on his head. He was cold from head to toe, and his eyes were full of disbelief, "Why? Ruo'er, I have already done this for you, why are you still unwilling to forgive me?"
Still unwilling to let go of those things from the past?"
There was a kind of despair and helplessness in his voice that was cold to the bottom of his heart. He never thought that one day, he would experience this feeling, not even during the most intense period of fighting for the throne. It was very annoying.
This feeling of powerlessness is really annoying, as if I can't do anything and can't do anything.
Ling Ruo picked up a Manzhu Shahua from the ground and murmured: "The more the emperor does for me, the more scared I am. Things that are too hot will always be dazzling and will not bloom for long. The other side flower
I will thank you, and after the flowers fade, the emperor will take back the kindness he has given me."
"I said no, why don't you believe me!" With this sentence, Yinzhen almost roared. He has done so much, why, why does this woman just refuse to believe it?
"Isn't it..." Ling Ruo just said two words when he was interrupted by Yinzhen, who growled ferociously: "I don't want to hear this, I'm sorry! No! That's all, I don't care, I will take you back to the palace now, I don't care about you
Whether you are willing or not, I will take you back to the palace!"
The Flower of the Other Shore that he had worked so hard to find was trampled to pieces, and the original burning power was also reduced to fragments at this time. Just like Ling Ruo said, anything that is too beautiful will not last long.
This time, Ling Ruo did not resist. If Yinzhen really decided to do something at all costs, then she would not be able to resist at all.
However, after just walking a few steps, Yinzhen stopped. Ling Ruo was even more surprised to find that the body with his back turned to him was trembling slightly. After a long time, a dull and trembling voice came from the front, "Are you serious?
Don’t you want to go back with me?”
This time, Ling Ruo didn't answer immediately. Her heart that she thought she could give up began to throb again. She used a lot of strength to suppress the pain, "Yes, I don't want to."
Yinzhen nodded, slowly loosened his clasped hands, and then walked out alone. He did not look back until he left Pushou Temple. Where he walked, there was a Manzhushahua flower with a flower on its petals.
The crystal water droplets exuded a sad atmosphere in the dusk.
In the next few days, Yinzhen never came to Pushou Temple. Without him, Ling Ruo should have felt that his wish had been fulfilled, but his heart still hurt. Even if he chanted sutras and chanted Buddha every day, he could not suppress the pain. As long as he closed his eyes,
The most vivid scene is the scene where Manzhu Shahua and Yinzhen let go of their hands and left alone.
The autumn mood is gradually getting worse, especially in the morning and evening, it is particularly cold, and the wide and thin Buddhist robes can no longer resist the cold.
Liao Chen brought her cotton clothes. Seeing Ling Ruo staring at the bodhi tree in a daze, she sighed deeply and said, "You obviously can't let go, so why force yourself? Buddhism emphasizes the word "fate". You should just go with the situation.
.”
"The relationship between my disciple and him has long since ended. He has refused to let go." She looked down at the bodhi leaves on the ground.
"If we really had it all, we wouldn't be so entangled in it. Alas, when will you be able to see through it?" Liao Chen shook his head and turned to leave.
Ling Ruo stood under the tree for a long time, turned around to go back to the house, but saw Yinzhen, who had not been there for several days, standing not far away, looking at him quietly.