All the female apprentices want to kill me Chapter 293 The face of the person does not know where to go, the peach blossom still smiles in the spring breeze
Chapter 293 The face of the person does not know where to go, the peach blossom still smiles in the spring breeze
Su Bei glanced at the little beggar, and said with a smile:
"Yes, he loves his wife terribly."
"As a result, her wife unfortunately passed away in an accident..."
The old beggar's eyes trembled slightly. He didn't know what Su Bei meant by what he said, but he should know in his heart. Maybe he wanted to use this to remind himself?
Shan Wulan blinked and looked at Su Bei, sitting quietly beside him, touching the skirt under her body with her little hands, listening to Su Bei's story.
"What happened next?"
The little beggar jumped out of the pool and jumped twice to shake off the water drops on his body.
"later?"
"Later he said: No matter the price, no matter what the cost. All atrocities, just seek merit. For her, I must do this!"
"He wanted to save his lover at all costs, and for this reason he set off a monstrous war, so that the entire country was living in dire straits."
"In the end, he succeeded. He got the holy water that only existed in legends, and he saved her."
Laohua glanced at the big peach tree and was speechless.
The peach blossoms rustled in the wind, and the sun set little by little. The red colors of the mountains reflected each other. The red of the setting sun and the red of the peach blossoms, two kinds of colorful red.
"It turns out to be this kind of love story that coaxes children."
The little beggar pouted, shook his head, and said:
"Means nothing......"
Su Bei didn't seem to hear it. He stood up and looked at the peach tree, then turned around and looked at Laohua, and said quietly:
"Old sir, do you know what the first words she said after he resurrected her and she opened her eyes and saw him?"
Laohua was stunned and silent for a while. Perhaps he already vaguely understood what Su Bei wanted to say to him.
The little beggar put on his clothes and replied:
"She must be very happy."
Su Bei held Shan Wulan's little hand and looked at the peach tree that seemed to be waving to him. The corners of his robe were fluttering in the night wind and the green grass was bending. The red sun was slowly setting and covered his shoulders.
Then he looked at Laohua and said softly:
"She opened her eyes and saw his words, which were:"
"I have loved you to the last moment, isn't that enough??"
After the words fell, Laohua's body trembled obviously, and then muddy tears flowed out of his eyes.
Isn't it enough?
Not enough?
Looking at the peach tree that he had made an agreement with her, he walked forward tremblingly, hugged her and burst into tears.
The peach blossoms that bloom regardless of the season are beautiful and enchanting, and behind this enchantment is Ni Xuan Ye, a self-righteous lovesickness, an obsession that cannot be let go?
The old beggar calmed down his emotions, and a bitter smile emerged from the corner of his mouth. Then he looked at Su Bei and said to himself:
"Thank you, Mr. Su, for helping Hua get over her heart."
"What's my old lady's name? It's been so many years since I said it?"
"I made an agreement with her. It was under the biggest peach tree on the top of the mountain. After I finished my studies, I would go back to find her. I said I wanted to marry her, and she waited for me under this tree for seven years.
Seventeen years."
"There are no years in the mountains. How can I know the changes in the world when I am out of isolation? The vicissitudes of the world are just a moment of immortal thought."
"I guess sir has seen through it a long time ago. Thank you sir for this story. I like it very much."
"..."
Laohua looked at the peach tree, and in the refraction of a cloudy teardrop, she could vaguely see the appearance of a woman, but it was a little blurry. Of course, this blurring was not a blockage of her sight, but something deep in her heart.
After thousands of years, I may not be able to remember her appearance.
"I'm too selfish."
"You have been looking for me for seventy-seven years, but I can't even let you sleep peacefully after your death."
Laohua took out the shabby sachet that had lost its original appearance from the storage ring, and hung it gently on the peach branch, but everything was calm.
Laohua stepped forward and gently knocked on the trunk of the peach tree, just like a husband returning home, knocking on the door in the middle of the night:
"Yi Han is back..."
Buzz——
Those were the words promised to her. The peach tree suddenly shook, and the petals fell one after another.
The branches of the enchanting peach tree suddenly trembled, and then the sachet was lifted high and rolled into the center of the peach tree.
Countless branches gathered among them, tightly hugging the sachet in the center.
There was a soft "pop" sound, as if something cracked in the trunk.
Every peach tree in Taohuawu trembled and shook its delicate petals downwards.
Flowers fall like rain.
——The strong wind suddenly rose, carrying countless petals flying into the sky.
Hua Yihan raised his head and tried to open his eyes wide. He could vaguely see the smiling face of a woman, but it was soon blown away by the strong wind and disappeared, turning into a rain of flowers falling down.
A little light fell.
Accompanied by the setting sun, the peach blossoms throughout Peach City fell like raindrops one after another, reflecting each other in the afterglow of the setting sun.
Everyone in Taocheng looked at the scene in front of them in shock. This undefeated blooming that lasted for hundreds of years seemed to have finally come to an end.
Perhaps on a certain day of a certain month of a certain year, in the season when peach blossoms are about to bloom.
The sun was shining that day, and the sunshine in the mountains was very warm.
The young man was neatly dressed and followed by the white-bearded immortal. His eyes were full of reluctance as he looked at the woman in front of him, holding her hand and promising:
"Under this peach tree! When the flowers bloom next year, when I finish cultivating, I will come back to marry you."
The girl looked at her with a smile and handed over the sachet she had sewn overnight:
"Well, I'll wait for you."
...
Su Bei gently took Shan Wulan's hand and walked away.
Looking back again, all the peach blossoms on the peach tree have fallen away, and there is only the everlasting fragrance of peach in the air.
"Perhaps, this is why people's faces don't know where to go, and peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze..."
Su Bei turned to look at Shan Wulan, smiled softly, and combed her white hair.
"This is the best place for her."
Shan Wulan said silently.
"People are not heartless, they just missed it."
Tears suddenly blurred his eyes, and he grabbed Su Bei's sleeve next to him.
Su Bei turned around, looked at her face full of tears, put his arms around her shoulders, and she fell on his chest and cried, which soon soaked through his clothes, and he sighed.
"Isn't it good to just let her bloom like this?"
Shan Wulan beat Su Bei's chest and looked at the rain of peach blossoms falling all over the city.
"These ten miles of Taohuawu have already exhausted all the obsession in her heart. The meaning of her stubborn existence is to wait for him, waiting for his return. However, for nearly a thousand years, he has been carrying guilt and failed to do it after all.
Knock out her obsession."
"That ray of obsession is not as intelligent as we think, but when this obsession disappears, everything will come to an end."
"Both of us are trapped in this, why don't we let it go?"
Su Bei accompanied her on the path filled with peach blossoms.
Peach blossoms were raining down all around her, clinging to her ears with the wind.
The two were silent for a long time, sitting leaning against each other.
"I once said that I would shake a peach blossom tree for Wulan."
Shan Wulan wrinkled her Yao nose slightly, arched her body towards him, and nodded lightly:
"Um."
Su Bei gently stroked her white hair and kissed her brow:
"It seems that now I can only accompany Wulan to see the peach blossoms all over the city."
As if they understood Su Bei's words, the falling petals surrounded the two people, swirling and floating in the air.
The clothes gently flew off Shan Wulan's body, leaving only the bellyband embroidered with peach blossoms and (...).
Su Bei took her waist and untied the ribbon tied to it. It was cold but slender.
For a moment, under the peach blossoms that the two of them had agreed upon, Dan Wulan's cold eyes finally began to change. She bit her red lips and leaned half against him, her cheeks blushing.
"Um."
She agreed softly and let him do what he did.
Su Bei lifted her pointed chin, kissed her red lips with a smile.
The last ray of sunset finally faded, and the cool moonlight climbed into the sky.
for a long time--
Lip parting.
Shan Wulan finally realized that she didn't really love Peach Blossom, but she only loved him who accompanied her to enjoy the flowers.
What Bu Jianfeng planted was the agreement between two people, and what Taocheng saw was the promise between two people.
Su Bei gently stroked her smooth back, and when he touched the thin ribbon, he untied it casually, and placed Shan Wulan tightly against Su Bei's body to ensure that it did not slip off.
"From now on, we will travel to the twenty-one states together and accompany you to visit the peach orchards in the world."
Shan Wulan looked into his dark pupils, and his own face was reflected in them.
She once had a wonderful time in Wucheng, so Su Bei knew her (...) very well. Shan Wulan leaned Zhen's head on his shoulder and gently replied:
"Well, it's a deal."
Seeing her extending her little finger towards him like a child, Su Bei smiled and extended her little finger in the same way.
Hooked up.
Taohua will remember this night's promise.
Thin and rustling——
The cool moonlight shone lazily in a small wooden house.
As the door opens and sinks into the inner door, it is printed diagonally.
A section of purple skirt floated out, the silk shoes were thrown out of the moonlight outside the door, and a hand as white as jade rested on her arm.
The peach blossom rain continues to fall, and in the afterglow, the mountains are full of peach blossoms.
With wisps of fragrance, cherry blossoms permeate the entire mountain.
Two voices came from inside the wooden house:
"How come you are so proficient? You really learned it with that vixen, right?"
"No, there are some things that men can learn by themselves without a teacher."
"Then why didn't it happen before?"
"Don't think too much, be obedient, be good..."
"?"
...
A section of white skirt floated out from outside the door, and fans walked into the fallen flowers inside.
A hand as white as jade put on the arm offered by Li Zijun. With a little help, Ji Nanjue crossed the threshold, raised her head slightly, and saw the falling flowers.
"Ah sneeze——"
Ji Nanjue's face was pale and she kept sneezing.
"Ah sneeze——"
Li Zijun patted her back, looked at the watery moonlight, and murmured softly:
"I don't know what happened...Why did the peach blossoms in this peach city fall overnight?"
Ji Nanjue closed the door and closed the window, her face paling much better.
"Sister Nan Ji, why did you quit on your own initiative?"
Li Zijun sat next to her, looking at her with confusion in his eyes.
Ji Nanjue smiled casually and said softly:
"Peach blossom allergy."
"No, if it was really because of the peach blossoms, you wouldn't accompany Master on such a long journey to the peach blossoms."
Ji Nanjue turned around, patted her little head, and said:
"You must learn to be generous."
"Moreover, I didn't take the initiative to quit. If I had deliberately fought, I would have fallen behind and left a bad impression in his mind."
"I'm hundreds of years older than that woman. You can't let me fight with the same child."
"And, Zijun, please remember."
"The most important thing about a woman is not whether she can argue or not, but her position in a man's heart. If you win the argument, he is yours..."
Li Zijun nodded thoughtfully.
Then a strange expression appeared on his face.
Ji Nanjue knows so much. Could it be that he came to this conclusion because he had been pretending to be a man for hundreds of years?
What about Queen Lin?
Somewhere in the palace, a woman looked irritably at the copywriting in front of a low desk, placed her brush on the table, and looked at the moon in the sky boredly:
"Ah sneeze——"
Lin Jinyu rubbed her nose and murmured:
"Someone is talking about me."
Then he stood up gently and walked to the window. Looking at everything in front of him, a sad smile emerged from the corner of his mouth:
"Ji Nanjue, why don't you come back?"
...
The soft breeze in the early morning blows through the forest tops, the bamboo leaves rustle, and the coolness spreads from top to bottom to this piece of Taohuawu.
The small courtyard is not big. It has two floors of red buildings, which are surrounded by four sides. There are no pavilions or rockeries. There is only a clear pool embedded in the corner of the courtyard.
Beside the green grass pond, there is a mat of new white reeds spread out, and a low black peach table is placed diagonally.
There are many things on the table, including a crane pot and two magnolia cups.
The middle-aged man behind the crime wore a green crown on his head, with a black ink hairpin that looked like jade or wood running through his head, and two thin hairpins of the same color tied around his ears under his neck.
Her long hair is spread down, and a dark blue gold-patterned hairband is wrapped around her forehead twice, dragging the golden tail to gently entangle a lock of hair on the back of her head, leaving a strand of broken hair flying unruly in front of her forehead.
It is also a wide dress with dark blue and gold patterns, narrow sleeves, and white silk with several clouds and brocade decorations on the back and hem, which is strong yet soft.
The little clay figurine who used to be unkempt and disheveled also had his hair carefully wrapped around his head, and he seemed to have a certain smell. His white clothes and gray-trimmed robes and brocade boots, if you look closely, you can see that hundreds of tigers are hidden among the fine golden threads, looking elegant but elegant.
Wild nature.
"Laohua, it turns out that you still look like a human and a dog as mentioned in the book."
The little beggar looked at the man in front of him in surprise, who seemed to be only about forty years old. He really did not dare to be associated with that sloppy old man in his seventies or eighties.
"How much of your true face is this?"
"Not much, five points."
Laohua seemed to be very confident and said:
"I think back then I was a handsome young man who could stir up trouble in a city with just a few looks."
The old woman was boasting to herself, not noticing that the little man next to her was twirling her fingers and muttering something unknown.
Fifty percent? He looked like he was about eighty years old before.
The cowhide cannot be broken if it is not blown up.