"Duo, Duo..." again and again, with a certain sense of satisfaction.
Shao Kefan's finger bones habitually tapped the table. That day, he deliberately asked Lou Zhongquan to take away Zheng Shuiyi's head. Dan Cheng, who was following him, must have seen it!
The corner of his mouth raised a touch of sarcasm: Zheng Xiaohan, you made a roundabout way with me about Lou Zhongquan, then, about people you seem to have nothing to do with between Lou Zhongquan and the third prince, I will tell you all the roundabout ways.
You will never know the truth.
She must have decided that he was the murderer, but this was better. Besides, he didn't want Zheng Shuiyi to stay in the world, so he just thought he was the murderer! He also gained a sense of loyalty, and he would no longer play both sides.
Shao Kefan stood up, clasped his hands behind his back, walked around the hall, and suddenly remembered: Today is Jian Xin's monthly memorial day.
Every month he would go to the cemetery several times and Yiwei Hall several times. Coupled with the busy affairs, the month passed by in a hurry.
And on the day of her moon festival, he must visit her.
Hong Ying, who was waiting by the side, although his eyes had been following the figure of the monarch, was surprised to find that the monarch was missing again, and he had no memory of when it happened.
This situation has happened many times. Of course, if he is lucky, he will also be able to see the king's figure suddenly disappear with his own eyes, his eyes wide open, and he will not be able to recover for a long time.
"Is it possible that invisibility can also affect people's will?" Hong Ying thought to himself in surprise, shook his head desperately, and found that his mind was still very clear.
It seems that Wang is too charming!
Knowing that he would be at the cemetery today, Jian Xin had already come from Yuan Yili, Guoyi Mountain. The white jade coffin in the tomb was empty, and the night pearl stayed in the middle, emitting a bright and dazzling light. However, it was still so silent.
What it shines on, whether it is the body or the soul, has been scattered in various places and is no longer here.
It brings light to the empty and dark space, just like the king who often comes to warm the cold tombstone.
Jian Xin's fingers, from top to bottom, rubbed the sixteen characters in the middle of the jasper stele: The tomb of Mu Jianxin, the beloved woman of King Cang Teng, Shao Kefan.
Get used to it, get used to it, sadness seems to have reached its peak, built up from solid emotions, and cannot be increased or decreased by one point.
Strange! He was later today than before. Did he forget? Impossible. Last time, half a month ago, when he came here, his eyes were still so nostalgic and affectionate.
After a while, he still didn't come.
Various speculations emerged in her mind, and Jian Xin finally decided to go to the palace to look for him to see what he was doing, even forgetting this important day.
The body floated diagonally one foot, and a man landed in front of the tomb.
Dressed in red, her long, slightly curly hair flowed over her delicate, porcelain neck.
It's him!
The undead fell lightly to the ground, hugging the man in red as usual, staring at his face, while his eyes passed through her body and stayed on the tombstone.
People and ghosts have different paths, that’s how it is!
"Jian Xin...you didn't want to marry me back then..." Shao Kefan said this sentence that he repeated countless times. He stretched out his hand to pull out more than a dozen grasses that had sprouted in half a month, one by one, and his fingers were embedded in the mud.
In the middle, touch deep and uproot it.
She has seen scenes like pulling weeds countless times, but she feels sad every time. She has nothing to do with the cruel war, but is she still being used as nourishment by living creatures?
Pulling weeds, if only he was willing to pull out the grass on the wasteland of the abyss, how great it would be! However, he is designated to be the end of the fate of most people in a grand war, and he can pull out the grass for her.
He wants to see the wild grass growing more and more raging, so that his oases and mountains will become more and more lush.
Grass, is it really grass?
A half-green and half-yellow leaf fell and was gently inserted into his hair. He was just pulling weeds but he didn't know it. Jian Xin took off the leaf and threw it towards the wind.
"Who?" A low scolding sound suddenly sounded. Jian Xin was startled and couldn't help but let go of him.
When he took the leaves out of his hair, he noticed a slight friction.
In the blink of an eye, Shao Kefan rushed to the center of the cemetery, his pupils shrank, he patrolled the surroundings vigilantly, and his ears listened sensitively to the movement.
However, there was only the rushing sound of the stream, the wind blowing on the mountains, and the rustling of leaves.
There is no breath of life.
Shao Kefan smiled to himself. It seemed that he, who had never made any mistakes, would make mistakes sometimes. That leaf might have a soul.
"Ha..." Jian Xin laughed mischievously, but that sense of humor was quickly replaced by sadness.
Shao Kefan quickly returned to the atmosphere of mourning. He walked to the grave and continued to pull out all the weeds. He stroked the layer of fallen leaves on the grave with the palm of his hand. A few green leaves loomed in the withered yellow. He
He picked out all the green leaves, looked at them carefully, and sighed.
He had seen her short life, and she was only twenty-four when she died!
The beautiful undead hugged him quietly, staring at the unexplained pain in his eyes.
Suddenly something occurred to him. He reached into his arms and took out a light blue gauze pouch wrapped with gold threads. From the pouch, streaks of pink came out.
He opened the brocade bag, took out the flowers inside, and scattered them towards the grave. The scattered flowers that had been away from the branches for a long time unexpectedly found their companions, and fell in pairs on the grave.
"Jian Xin, Ling Shuanghua, I brought it to you." Shao Kefan looked at the last pair of Lingshuang flowers dotted among the yellow leaves with nostalgia. On the huge grave, there were sparse Lingshuang flowers, but every pair
All close together.
"Ling Shuanghua, Ling Shuanghua..." Jian Xin muttered silently. When she was alive, how many times had she walked through the misty path! Now that she was an undead, she stepped into the misty garden and saw the slowly drifting Ling Shuang.
The flowers fell, just like the tears she shed before she died.
They passed through her body mercilessly, and she existed in a void yet real way.
Things in the world are so unpredictable, even if they are two flowers, they will have to part ways. One of them marries a wife and spreads his family, while the other marries another person. When it started a few years ago, who could have predicted what would happen today?
No one knows what will happen in the future and how big the changes will be.
One branch is full of flowers, and the other is withered on the ground. They look at each other in the distance, and they are forever attached to each other. However, on the side of the one that is still on the branch, another single flower blooms. And the one that fell is also falling on the ground.
He came to the side of his followers and has been with them ever since.
After all, it is no longer the original pair of zeros and doubles.
No one knows what will happen in the future.
The future... the future... what is the future of her undead soul? Jian Xin felt lost, as if time no longer meant anything to her.
Shao Kefan stared silently at the twin flowers on the tombstone for a long time, lowered his head, stretched out his hand, and touched the three words in the center of the jasper tombstone: Mu Jianxin.
"Jian Xin, I'm leaving! I'll see you again in half a month. With the night pearl here, you won't be afraid of the dark." Shao Kefan stood up, but stared at the tombstone and couldn't move away for a long time.
Night Pearl! Jian Xin suddenly moved: Take it to Ruoxi Cave, watch it with Wei Luo, and leave it alone. Anyway, she is no longer in the coffin.
She entered the white jade coffin, picked up the luminous pearl, and then floated out.
Shao Kefan looked at this scene in surprise: the light blue luminous pearl he put in with his own hands drew an arc in the air, and then stayed in front of him in the air, shaking slightly. In the daytime, its light seemed a bit dazzling.