"I believe you have the courage to watch!" He deliberately used provocation.
Xia Zibing glared at An Linfeng, opened it angrily, flipped through the first page and read: "Please say sorry to my wife for me. From now on, I will trust her."
What followed was even more straightforward: "Bing'er, please forgive me."
"Bing'er, whatever happens in the future, I will face it with you!"
Those lanterns that traveled across the ocean to come here were based on the failures of many lanterns. After reading it, Xia Zibing just smiled faintly, "If I had known this, why bother in the first place? There is always only one chance."
An Linfeng pursed his lips slightly and said nothing. He watched Xia Zibing walk back with the basket on her back. Then she followed him!
Below, Jun Moxiao is still struggling with the shadow. Looking at the sky, has Bing'er really received it? Then, can she forgive him?
"Sir, why don't we try another method?" Shadow was helpless and just followed his master to fight and kill every day. He also had to learn to make lanterns to please women. This was too frustrating. "The princess may have
Can’t receive it!”
"Can you find a way to ensure that the princess will receive it?" Jun Moxiao glanced at Shadow with his peripheral vision while writing the note. This is the first time in his life that he has written so many words repeatedly. His hands are sore from writing.
"No!" Shadow was helpless and found that he seemed to talk too much.
"Do it until the princess sees it, and do it until she comes back!" Jun Moxiao ordered lightly. He didn't dare to say "tired", but Shadow complained first. If it weren't for the fact that no one made lanterns for him now,
He really wanted to whip him.
"Yes..." Shadow looked at the sky speechlessly, my princess fairy, come down quickly and save this subordinate. This physical work is not easy to do, he would rather kill two more people. How exciting, isn't it?
Jun Moxiao paused at the pen in his hand. At the end of the day, the two rolls of rice paper in his hand were cut into more than 8,000 pieces. Now he has very little left. Shadow has made more than 8,000 lanterns yesterday and today.
, it’s already early in the morning. Still struggling hard. Bing’er, why are you still refusing to forgive him? Did she really not receive it? Or, she didn’t want to see it at all.
Looking at the few materials left, Jun Moxiao had never felt so cold. She really never wanted to deal with him!
"Master, it's not that my subordinates didn't do it. It's that I really ran out of materials." Yingying was secretly happy in his heart, but seeing the infinite desolation in Jun Moxiao's heart, he suddenly felt that he was very happy and shouldn't be. He didn't want to comment on the master's family affairs.
So many, but since ancient times, men have been superior to women. Did the princess play a little too much?
Jun Moxiao stopped writing with trembling hands, looking at the mysterious mountain, he sighed slightly.
"Go to sleep! We will continue tomorrow." After a long time, he became compassionate.
Yingying looked at Jun Moxiao helplessly. He didn't even complain that he was tired. He seemed to be very sorry inside.
"I'll finish the rest before I go!" He saw that his thick hands still had a few blood blisters, but he didn't say anything. He sat down and continued to complete the process one by one.
Haha, he has this skill. If he really likes someone in the future, and goes to bake lanterns with her and sell them, he will definitely not be short of food. If you ask him how he learned this skill, he will definitely say that he helped me chase after him.
I learned it when I was a princess.
Of course, Jun Moxiao had no idea that Shadow could still entertain himself at this time. He just watched the lights flying into the sky one by one and then falling again. Regardless of whether Bing'er received it or not, he would be here waiting for her.
Wait until she forgives him. This time, he was wrong. If he made a mistake, he would have to pay the price. He will remember it next time.
Jun Moxiao didn't close his eyes all night, he just stood looking at the mountains in the distance. Only in this way could he feel that Bing'er was closer to him.
In the early morning, a few drops of clear dew fell on her face, waking up Xia Zibing from a deep sleep. In fact, she was said to be in a deep sleep, but An Linfeng gave her some more soothing medicine last night.
When she opened her eyes, she found that An Linfeng was standing alone in front of her. Looking carefully again, she was shocked to find that the place she was in at this moment was in the manned cabin of the hot air balloon.
"Are you awake?" An Linfeng gave him a faint smile and helped her up.
"An Linfeng, what kind of plane are you planning?" Xia Zibing threw his hand away angrily, "Did I say I wanted to go back?"
"You said it in your dream!" An Linfeng opened the corner of his mouth, "You said in your dream, Xiao! I miss you. So, I took it upon myself to send you back."
Xia Zibing's cheeks turned red. It seemed that she had to find a private place when sleeping in the future. Otherwise, others would know exactly what she said.
"I want Yunyeshan, but Yunchen still needs me."
In fact, she hasn't figured out how to face Jun Moxiao yet. She doesn't want to face that embarrassing state.
However, what she didn't expect was that she had only told An Linfeng about the principles of hot air balloons that time, but she didn't expect that this man was so smart that he would actually use it. Facts have proved that it is not a good thing for others to control one's invention.
An Linfeng shook his head helplessly, took her hand and pulled her aside: "Bing'er, look down!"
Xia Zibing glared at him with dissatisfaction, but found that he didn't care at all. She had no choice but to turn her head and look down. She didn't know it, but she was really shocked when she saw it.
The huge mountain forests and swamps. Compared with that time, this time is shocking. From this angle, you can still see the fragments of lanterns all over the mountain. They are densely covered on the outer edge of Yunye Mountain. Those lanterns, like
It is really rare to enter Yunye Mountain with a kind heart.
Xia Zibing suddenly recalled last night in her eyes. Did he really make the mountain of lanterns himself? If so, how much effort it would have taken to make the mountain of lanterns. A hint of distress suddenly flashed through her proud eyes.
Looking at the land in the distance, she no longer struggled to return to Yunye Mountain.
"Bing'er, I hope you can forgive him later!" An Linfeng encouraged with a smile. It's time for him, a redundant person, to leave.
"It depends on the situation!" Xia Zibing raised her eyebrows, a trace of her unique tenacity blooming in her beautiful eyes.
An Linfeng was speechless and looked at Jun Moxiao, who had already seen a figure in the distance. There was only so much he could help. The rest had to be done by themselves.
But here, a night of wind and frost made Jun Moxiao feel cold all over. He still stood there, waiting for Xia Zibing to change his mind. His eyes had never left the sky at Yunye Mountain. He looked forward to the day when he could see
He saw Xia Zibing's figure. However, his eyelids were still unable to bear it and wanted to be closed. Facts told him that the first ray of sunlight had already passed above his head, and there was still no trace of Xia Zibing.
He sighed slightly, was her heart really made of iron? Could he really never see her again?
But God seemed to treat him well. When he felt that he could no longer hold it up, a huge object suddenly appeared in front of him. Just as the phantom described, the semicircular balloon made of ice silkworm and snow brocade, he
I finally figured out that the fire was placed there to make the whole balloon float. This is the same structure as the sky lantern, but it’s just a matter of size. Bing’er is so smart, so smart.
"Bing'er!" Jun Moxiao was so happy that his whole body was affected, only to realize that he had been standing all night without moving. His whole body was already stiff.
He moved his body slightly and shot into the cabin. Xia Zibing was startled and looked at Jun Moxiao with a frosty face. He turned away from a trace of heartache to cold and ruthless, pretending to ignore it.
"Bing'er!" Jun Moxiao looked at the structure. It was the first time he felt the feeling of being in the sky quietly. For a moment, he forgot that Xia Zibing was still angry and held her in his arms in front of An Linfeng.
Kissed: "You are so smart!"
Xia Zibing didn't expect that her first words after meeting would be like this. Did this man have schizophrenia? He was depressed! In desperation, Xia Zibing slapped him down.
Jun Moxiao finally came to his senses and found that the person in his arms was still angry. He sighed slightly.
"Bing'er, do you want to relieve your anger? If you don't want to relieve your anger, give me another slap!" Jun Moxiao looked very cheeky and virtuous. He picked up Xia Zibing's hand and waited for Xia Zibing's thunderstorm.
"Damn it! Do you think I don't dare?" Xia Zibing couldn't stand such a provocation, but found that she really couldn't bear to fight.
An Linfeng looked at the current situation between the two of them and couldn't help but find it funny. He ran up and lit the fire again, then jumped out of the cabin and said, "You two fight slowly! I'll take the first step.
"
Jun Moxiao and Xia Zibing looked at the person who suddenly left. It wasn't until An Linfeng disappeared that they came back to their senses again. They looked at the hot air balloon rising again, heading in the direction of the wind. Slowly, it drove
Towards the grassland, the huge ground became smaller and smaller. Xia Zibing only regarded this as a tool, but what she didn't expect was that this small tool would have such fun.
"Bing'er, don't be angry." Jun Moxiao hugged Xia Zibing forcefully. Seeing that she didn't resist, he took a sip on his face and said, "I stood here all night for my husband last night, waiting for you to come back.
My hands are still soft now.”
Xia Zibing leaned forward with a ghastly face, "Really? If there is a next time, I will not come back even if I stand to death." She had obviously forgiven him, but she still declared in a domineering tone how difficult it was to forgive him this time.
.
"..." Jun Moxiao looked helplessly, looking at Xia Zibing who was pouting, and suddenly kissed her without any warning.
It wasn't until he finished eating that he licked his mouth proudly, "Bing'er, it's so sweet!"
"..." Xia Zibing looked at Jun Moxiao speechlessly, looking at that extremely flattering look, and a faint smile arose.
But in comparison, Emperor Lin slept all night on the stone steps at the entrance of the temple. Last night, suddenly the heartache came to his heart again. The pain lasted all night, and the more the pain, the more he missed that feeling. He searched desperately
He couldn't stop thinking about the happiness he once had. The love that hurt him so deeply that he felt deep in his bones.
When the first ray of sunshine fell on his face, he became conscious again. He stood up, and he was accustomed to such a night as a common occurrence.
The small temple seemed to be more glorious than before, but the road paved with bluestones had not changed. Vaguely, he seemed to be back to the way he was before, dressed in white, as pure as a fairy standing in the world. Quietly
And stand.
She told him that her family was in dire straits and she could barely maintain her life by relying on her embroidery skills in an embroidery shop in the north of the city. He believed her and turned into a businessman's son, hoping to get closer to her. Gradually
, from the initial acquaintance to knowing each other, and finally falling in love. In that small embroidered pavilion, he saw her playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting. In the woods, she saw his unparalleled skills.
That night, he wanted to take her to the ends of the world and never return to the court. But a letter from home told him that his father was critically ill and asked him to rush back to the palace within three days. At that time, he refused to do so and demanded
I saw him for the last time, but I was convinced by the people around me that I would have a chance to meet him again in the future. I only left a letter saying that I would definitely come back. But the next time I came back, it was fifteen years later.
Yun, if he could give me another chance, he would definitely not choose to go back. That was a trap, a trap that forced him to jump into.
Today, there are still many rare treasures placed in the place where we first met. There are many people in white clothes coming and going, but she is no longer around.
Emperor Lin was sitting in a small corner. The emperor of a country was wearing civilian clothes. No one really noticed that today was Guanyin's birthday. Looking at the pilgrims coming and going, Emperor Lin was huddled alone by the stone slab in front of the temple.
, like a beggar. He doesn’t want to return to that cold palace. He knows that his time has come, and he just hopes to leave quietly in this place with Yun Chu. In this way, maybe Yun will know his sincerity,
Izumi Izhi was able to forgive him.
On this day, he didn't know why. It passed very fast. People went from few to busy, and then rare again. The sun rose from rising to setting. On this day, he saw so many couples and sent many silent blessings. The sun set in the west.
, just like his life passing away bit by bit.
Suddenly, in the distance, a white shadow flashed in front of his eyes for a moment. Then, it disappeared from his sight. Emperor Lin suddenly chased after him as if he was under a spell. It wasn't until he reached a corner that he discovered the figure.
The woman in white was just a nun from a nunnery next to the temple. He pursed his thin lips and showed disappointment in his eyes without concealing it.
"Your Majesty, please come back with us!"
Behind him, a guard suddenly appeared. Emperor Lin turned around helplessly. He didn't bring anyone with him yesterday. Unexpectedly, these people discovered his whereabouts so quickly.
"Get out!" Emperor Lin poured some internal energy into his body and left without even looking back.
"emperor!"
Emperor Lin turned around, not caring about the helpless shouting. He had been following him like this for a lifetime. He wanted to be quiet for a while. However, it seemed impossible. Looking at the guards chasing after him, Emperor Lin suddenly felt the urge to run away. So
He quickened his pace and flew forward to compete with the guards.
Seeing that there was a lake in front of him, and the people behind him were already chasing him. He suddenly hid in the lake crazily, holding his breath and concentrating.
"Your Majesty, the Donglin royal family has no one in charge. The dynasty is in trouble!" The guard's voice was sad and helpless. He felt deeply helpless about Emperor Lin's situation.
It took a long time before he heard the guard's urge to leave in a hurry. He surfaced from the ground and lay on the shore, breathing heavily. As expected, things were getting worse every year. He and Yun had been holding their breath for several days in the lake.
Ten minutes. But now, he was already on the verge of death after only a few minutes.
Donglin has no one to take care of the royal family now. In fact, he understands that he is really sorry for Jiangshan when he sinks like this. However, he has been doing it for Jiangshan all his life. Who cares about him? None of this is what he wants, it is all imposed on him by others. Life
With little left, he wants to live for himself. He likes to get rid of all the guards. Such a person is truly relaxed.
He got up, hoping to find an open place. He would do some exercise and adjust his breathing. Although he didn't care about death, it didn't mean he didn't cherish life. The two were different concepts.
He walked aimlessly, the biting cold wind blowing on his body, and he sighed secretly. He turned around and found a random place, sitting on the ground to do exercises to heal his injuries. But he clearly felt the coldness all over his body, and the tip of his heart
There were waves of pain and illness, and at some point, my vision went dark and I lost consciousness.
In the dream, there was still that familiar figure. The dance was charming but elegant. In the dark, someone took his hand. The familiar warmth made his fingertips tremble. Yun, why did he feel this time?
So clear. I don't know how long it took, but he finally opened his eyes vaguely. Suddenly he found himself lying in a very warm room, full of medicinal fragrance.
"Are you awake?" A male voice came into Emperor Lin's ears.
He turned around and took a long time to see everything in the room clearly. In the room, there was an old man about forty years old sitting. He had gray hair and a slightly festive smile on his face.
"Thank you for saving your life!" Emperor Lin smiled slightly, stood up and sat down. For some reason, he was afraid of death. It seemed that there was something over there that kept him scared.
Zhong Jiuli quickly went over to help you, "I came back from buying medicine from the market and found you, so I just rescued you."
Emperor Lin stroked his forehead slightly and found that his head still hurt. In order to escape from the guards at the lake, he spent a lot of money and almost lost his life. Such desire to escape the fate of the royal family shocked himself.
"I've been sleeping for a long time. Where is this place?" His deep eyes were fixed on everything in the room. This place was very strange, but it didn't bother him at all. He liked the faint scent of medicine.
Love everything here.
"It's only about one day from yesterday to today! You are recovering very well. My study!" Zhong Jiuli replied tirelessly. For a long time, he has been indifferent to the separation of life and death, and he rarely shows mercy to people. But when he saw this person
After that, he actually saved him without any thought and arranged him in this study, which was indeed rare for Zhong Jiuli.
Emperor Lin looked around and was about to get up, but was held down by Zhong Jiuli: "You are very weak, have a good rest. I will go out first, and someone will take care of you later."
After finishing speaking, he left the room with the bamboo basket on his back. It was a long time before he heard voices outside the room.
"Sister, there is a patient in the house. Take care of him."