Bian Haoping also saw that Xiangli Rongde was a little unhappy. Although he was eager, he didn't want to disobey Xiangli Rongde, so he had no choice but to nod his head and stop respectfully.
The moment the sixty-four-bone oil-paper umbrella was moved away from Bian Haoping's head, the afternoon sun was so bright that he couldn't help but sigh. Although Xiangli Rongde had changed a lot compared to the past, it was not considered a change.
What kind of ambition is there? If he continues like this, I'm afraid he will really have to keep that secret for the rest of his life.
Prime Minister Rongde ignored Bian Haoping. He held an umbrella and walked alone on the moss-covered gravel road. Along this gravel road, there was an ancient temple, which worshiped the first generation of King Pingyang.
Emperor Feng conquered a powerful army, fought on the battlefield in the first half of his life, and became prosperous and wealthy in the second half of his life. Five hundred years ago, this ideological and political city was more prosperous than the imperial capital. It is a pity that several generations of emperors deliberately suppressed the hereditary inheritance.
King Pingyang, by the generation of Fu Siji's father, King Pingyang had become a prince in disguise.
That ancient temple was a tall tower five hundred years ago, but five hundred years later it was just an ordinary temple. Such a short one-story building has long lost its former glory.
Any success or fame is just an illusion that will collapse in an instant.
Xiangli Rongde practiced black witchcraft. He could always see the souls of the dead. From a distance, he saw the man in white standing quietly in front of the temple that had withered for half his life. His figure was ethereal, as if he had been waiting for a hundred years.
My heart was trembling slightly, and Xiangli Rongde felt a sad feeling for no reason.
A gust of wind blew, and the white flower called myrtle swayed among the branches and leaves. The man in white suddenly turned around. He saw Xiangli Rongde, and then smiled softly.
Since Xiangli Rongde was discovered, he didn't hide it, so he quickly stepped forward and covered the other person's head with the umbrella in his hand: "The sun is so bright at noon, how can a ghost stand in the sun like this?
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The man in white chuckled. He looked beyond Xiangli Rongde, as if he could see thousands of miles away, but unfortunately...
"I have been waiting here for four hundred and fifty-three years, seven months and thirteen days, but unfortunately... no one can see me except you."
"It's a pity that I'm not the one you want to wait for." Xiang Li Rong De raised the corners of his lips gently. He could see the burst of sadness and the moment of happiness on the other side, but he didn't know what the other side was thankful for.
That’s all.
The man in white nodded and stretched out his hand to gently brush the myrtle tree that he could not touch. The snow-white flowers reflected his pale hands, and the branches were accidentally bent by the wind, as if they were coquettishly showing off to him.
: "No one has been here for sixteen years. Who are you and why are you here?"
"Sixteen years? This is the ancestral temple of Prince Pingyang's family. Although it is not built within the scope of Prince Pingyang's palace, why did Prince Pingyang not come to worship the immortal for so long?" When this man in white appeared here, Xiangli Rongde was already able to
He guessed the identity of this person, but he didn't expect that the first-generation Pingyang King who had been fighting on the battlefield for the past half of his life would be so handsome.
"When that child decided not to follow my footsteps, he stopped coming here. It's a pity that I can't leave here, otherwise I can go and see and search, and maybe I can find the person I'm waiting for." Baiyi
The man smiled bitterly, and then walked out from under Xiangli Rongde's umbrella, "You don't need to hold an umbrella for me. I'm not afraid of the sunshine, and I heard that I look the best under the sun. By the way, not yet
Introduce yourself...my name is Fu Yixian." That's all.
"When that child decided not to follow my footsteps, he stopped coming here. It's a pity that I can't leave here, otherwise I can go and see and search, and maybe I can find the person I'm waiting for." Baiyi
The man smiled bitterly, and then walked out from under Xiangli Rongde's umbrella, "You don't need to hold an umbrella for me. I'm not afraid of the sunshine, and I heard that I look the best under the sun. By the way, not yet
