After the great victory of Cangteng, a lot of money was spent to comfort the families of the deceased, bury the dead generously, and reward those who survived the war. The banquet of the Armed Guards was held all the way to the wilderness, stretching far away with no end in sight. The ministers and generals were in the National Palace.
A toast was raised in celebration. There were people drinking and drinking, and cheers were heard one after another.
This is the most celebratory day in Cang Teng's 600-year history. Even the families in the villages scattered in the flat areas among the mountains gathered together to have a drink.
But there was no one on the throne. It seemed that they had been informed about this in advance. The ministers and generals were not surprised. They talked and laughed naturally and drank wine to greet each other.
Then, it must be in Qiming Palace!
As soon as Jian Xin stepped onto the misty path, the few pairs of flowers that had been drifting slowly fell suddenly. The pink petals passed through her body as if they were nothing, like the tears she shed quickly before she died.
Nothing can be done to save it.
She couldn't bear to look any more and flew towards Qiming Palace. However, in the study room of Qiming Palace, only Hong Ying was carefully wiping the bookcase. There were two guards standing at the door of the hall. Apart from that, there was no one else.
She began to worry about where he would go.
Yiwei Palace?
After arriving at Yiwei Hall, I found that the door had been sealed and the inside was empty and deserted. Su Man, the woman she treated like a sister, had gone to serve others?
Jian Xin stood in the main hall and looked around sadly. Everything was so familiar, but it seemed like it was a lifetime ago. No, it was really a lifetime ago.
He used to come often, even during the year when she didn't talk or smile.
She no longer had a heart, but she still had a heart. She really felt the pain, as if her heart was pulling hard.
Finally remembering to look for him, she flew out of Yiwei Hall, but she didn't know where she was going.
The grave! Agitated, that was the last place he might go, and she hurried there.
Sure enough, Shao Kefan was sitting in front of the grave, leaning on the ground with his left hand and holding the pot in his right hand. He had to pay respect to the grave before taking each sip.
The bright red clothes covered the ground beneath him, and the pain in his eyes was like dark blue flames, so intense, yet making people feel endlessly cold.
"Jian Xin, Jian Xin... I love you so much... I miss you so much..." Although she tried her best to suppress her tears, a choking sound came from her throat.
"I'm here." Jian Xin fell next to him, leaned down, and whispered.
However, Shao Kefan couldn't see her. He passed his hand holding the wine through her shoulder blade and paid homage to the grave. When he returned his hand, he passed it through her chest and took a big sip. There were two bottles beside him.
The unopened jade treasure and three empty wine bottles were lying on the ground.
Love and hate are mixed together, like a surging wave.
Jian Xin closed her eyes, struggling fiercely in her heart, and finally kissed his lips that smelled of wine, even though he couldn't see it.
"The place where the wasteland and the sky meet is the farthest away, just like seemingly simple wishes are the most difficult to realize." Shao Kefan murmured, full of guilt.
It turned out that he had searched for her and she had misunderstood him.
However, this is too insignificant compared to the deaths of King Ling and Protector. Zhaolian's happiness can be said to have been destroyed in his hands. Ziyuan was still young and experienced the pain of not having a father's love. It was also his fault.
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She couldn't forgive him, not at all.
If she was not dead, she would not want to talk to him anymore, which was considered as punishment for him who had committed a serious sin. But she was already an undead, and she couldn't face his pain and still wanted to be angry. Who could she show her anger to?
After a long time, Shao Kefan drank all the wine and stood up. Suddenly he staggered. Jian Xin subconsciously reached out to help him. Although her hand went through his arm to no avail, he still steadied himself.
"Jian Xin, I will come to see you often." He bent down to pick up the empty bottles and threw them into the stream one by one, for fear of contaminating her burial place. Then he used the invisibility spell and quickly disappeared without a trace.
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Jian Xin was stunned for a moment. She was about to follow him to the palace when she suddenly wanted to see her body.
That beautiful body must have been severely rotted and smelled bad! However, she did not have the slightest worry or fear. The fear of the corpse disappeared naturally as it passed away, as if it was instinctive.
She entered the tomb without hesitation, but the scene in front of her shocked her. Only the light blue night pearl was left in the coffin, shining silently.
The body was left without a trace.
Loss first occupied her heart. Even if it was severely rotten and smelly, it would be better than disappearing.
Even if only a pile of bones are left in the end, she can still find a sense of support, but now she has become an undead spirit with no existence.
After staring at the bottom of the empty coffin in disbelief for a long time, she suddenly thought: Who took her body away? There was no sign of the tomb being damaged or rebuilt.
It can't be him. If it were him, he wouldn't come here to worship. Then, who could it be!
Jian Xin had no clue, so he went to find Yaka as planned.
After searching for a long time, I saw Yaka lying on the wasteland.
It turned back into a horse and returned to its usual appearance. She understood the reason and suddenly felt sad.
Those big eyes were filled with sadness. It raised its head and stared at the place where the wasteland and the sky met.
"Yaka." Jian Xin touched its forehead, thinking that it was a psychic animal and could see her existence, but it was indifferent.
After a long time, Yaka seemed to have remembered something, stood up, and ran away into the distance, as if his master was carrying him on his back.
This is how it spends every long day, the wasteland is endless, stretching out under its hooves, like an obsession that cannot be taken back.
She did not chase it, but just watched the fast-moving figure until it disappeared where the wasteland and the sky met.
Qin Weiluo landed at the door of Fuhan Hall, only to find that the door had been sealed. However, this had a different meaning from the sealing of Jian Xin's Yiwei Hall.
He was stunned for a moment, suppressed the hatred that suddenly rose up, and drifted towards Jie Liu Palace.
Zhao Lian was combing Zi Yuan's hair that had grown to his shoulders, and it was already smooth. However, she was still combing it again and again, her eyes were very dazed and vacant, as if her mind had been drawn away by something.
"Mother." Ziyuan raised his head, with a touch of sadness in his eyes, "Is mother thinking about dad again?"
"Zi Yuan." Zhao Lian hugged the child, tears falling down drop by drop.
After not seeing her for eight months, she looked much haggard and her bright eyes dimmed.
"Mother doesn't cry. When mother cries, Ziyuan also wants to cry. Ziyuan also misses his father." Ziyuan stretched out his little hand to wipe away his mother's tears, but he didn't want his own tears to flow down too.
Qin Weiluo stood beside them, watching everything that happened. Most of his hatred for Zhao Lian disappeared, and instead he felt a little more pity. No matter what, she was the woman who cared about him the most! Although Zi Yuan
The son of King Ling, but he had a father-son relationship with him for more than two years. He missed the man he often called daddy day and night. He had no idea who King Ling was!
He realized that he no longer hated this innocent child.
The love and family affection he once had returned to his heart again, but the yin and yang were separated. He wanted his whole family to be happy, but he couldn't do anything.
"Don't cry." He stretched out his hand to wipe away Zhaolian's tears.
The tears disappeared for no reason on the face in the mirror. Zhao Lian stood up suddenly, looked around, and shouted anxiously and expectantly, "Willow, is that you? Where are you?..."
Suddenly thinking of something, she turned around and picked up a silver jar by the bedside, shouting at the silver jar, "Willow, Willow..."
It turned out that his body had been cremated into ashes, and Qin Weiluo suddenly felt sad.
"Zhao Lian, I'm sorry, I can't make it up to you anymore." He stroked a piece of her hair and put it under his nose to smell it. It still smelled like the scent he had when he was alive.
"Willow, is that you?" Zhao Lian felt his scalp was slightly itchy. He turned around in surprise, but found nothing. His radiant eyes dimmed again. He caressed the silver jar with his hand and whispered softly, "
Willow, I know you are coming..."
Ziyuan shook his mother's hand and pouted, "Dad is here, where is he?"
"Dad is with us! It's just that we can't see him. Be good, be obedient, and don't feel sad!" Zhao Lian put the urn back on the bedside to comfort Zi Yuan, but he lifted up his sleeves to wipe away his tears.
"Dad, please come out! Ziyuan hasn't seen you for a long time." Ziyuan raised his head, his little body turned around, his eyes full of begging.
An eagerness to express made his throat dry and painful. Qin Weiluo suddenly thought of something, flew towards Zhaolian's study, picked up paper and pen, and wrote a line:
Zhao Lian, live well with Zi Yuan, and I will come see you again.
A piece of paper floated from the study to the bedroom and landed in front of Zhao Lian's eyes. She picked it up and looked at it, and couldn't help but exclaimed. It was Qin Weiluo's handwriting. The ink was not dry yet, so he must have written it just now.