Immortal Voices

Rong Xian didn't know that in Ye Wenchun and Su Xuan's heart, she had been transformed from a black-and-white politician into a child who couldn't live without her father.

She heard Su Xuan's words, and the curvature of her mouth didn't fall. Although the faint smile was warm, it gave people a sense of depression, which made people feel sad.

"He has been in Xiao Qianjie for more than ten years for me. I ..." Rong Xian lowered his eyelids, and his long eyelashes masked the true emotions in his eyes. "I don't want him to lose anything for me."

What this said was like that Zhen Zhen's departure was not driven by her.

After Zhen Zhen left, she wouldn't get in the way of Rong Xian. Rong Xian was too late to be happy, how could she be reluctant.

But she couldn't say that to her subordinates. She brewed her feelings and remarked: "I always feel that this is a difference and I won't see each other."

Seeing that His Royal Highness was in such a low mood, how could he, as a courtier, not take the initiative to share his concerns.

Ye Wenchun glanced at Rongyu and motioned to the apprentice who seems to have the closest relationship with His Royal Highness to comfort and comfort His Highness.

Rong Yu frowned, taking the snake off her head and playing with her speechlessly, pretending that she could not hear or see now.

If Master is really so fragile and harmless, not many people in the world will be afraid of Master.

Ye Wenchun glanced at this guy who ignored Master's mood and didn't know how to comfort Master to play by himself. He was a little angry and felt something wrong.

But he didn't realize what was wrong, so he could only take a step forward: "Your Highness, please take care of your body. When you reach Zhong Qianjie, you will see you again."

Rong Xian sighed, and seemed to be infinitely sad in his tone, and then seemed to be afraid of the people around him, and quickly converged. Looking back, he looked at the two with a little apology: "I understand, let Ye Xiang and Master Su Worried for me. "

Ye Wenchun narrowed his eyes with a smile and said, "It is the honor of Weichen to help His Highness."

He was quite emotional, he thought that the crown prince would be unacceptable, and never thought that the crown prince was actually cute and docile.

Don't ask how powerful the Lord will be in the future, just ask for no bear.

The imperial concubine just met his expectations. Did you not understand the affairs of the government? It doesn't matter, being a mascot is all good, everything has him and the ministers.

Not strong enough? It doesn't matter, Su Xuan, a member of the public inspection department, is guarding day and night to ensure that even flies can't approach His Royal Highness.

As long as His Royal Highness is so clever and sensible, the requirements are so low!

After Rong Xian's ascension, Ye Wenchun thought about his thoughts at this time, and laughed at him too sweetly.

"Let's go and look at it and it will only add to the sadness." Rong Xian turned and walked down the mountain, followed by Ye Wenchun and Su Xuan.

Rong Yu nodded Xiao Snake's head and asked quietly, "Xiao Jin, what do you think Master wants to do?"

What's so interesting about playing with the two adults, they will probably work together in the future, and Master is not afraid to overturn.

Xiao Snake: Please call snake A Jin, thank you.

Rong Yu couldn't understand what the snake was saying, and continued: "Xiao Jin, do you think ..."

"Yuer." A faint voice was not heard, and Rong Yu quickly followed him.

In the clan of the Rong clan, Zuo Hufa stagnated for a long time in front of a coffin carved from a **** in Kunshan. The sacred and nostalgic expression of the selfless and unwilling reluctant expression on his face changed very quickly, and he finally settled on the memory.

Xiao Jing, it's been 1616 years, I miss you so much.

As time passed, I became more and more scared and scared. The flower that symbolized the new life did not let you live, and your traces in this world were slowly erased by time.

Xiao Jing, I'm afraid, no one will remember you anymore.

He lifted his head, and there was a little mist of water in his holy and compassionate eyes, and tears were sorrowful like the Bodhisattva saw the suffering in the world, and the death of the common people, making people feel that his soul was singing an chant.

He stroked the coffin lightly, like the soft, flushed face of the beloved girl.

The corners of his lips lightened, and the sweet and tender singing sounded softly.

The clean singing voice wafted gently in this cemetery, making people seem to see the blue sky and white clouds, the girl picking the lotus seeds on the other side of the awning boat, and the overbearing and brilliant smile.

Sweet and tender, a melody of twists and turns, but it is a twisting dream, step by step sad, sad.

This is a song to sacrifice the dead soul, sad and silent.

At the end of the song, the water mist in his eyes condensed and he couldn't hold it down.

Gently stroking the coffin, the young youth who mourned the pity of the dust: "Those people have already gone to hell, and there will be bodhisattva punishing their crimes. Xiao Jing, I really want to go with you, but I ..."

His voice choked slightly: "For all these years, my hands were stained with blood, and I betrayed my Buddha."

He said painfully: "If I die, he is hell, but you must be in the Elysium. Xiao Jing, I am not afraid of death, nor hell, but I am afraid that I will not see you even if I die."

The young man subconsciously moved the beads on his hands, his mouth full of bitterness: "The Buddha said, turning back is the shore. If I turn back to atonement, will there be a day out of hell, will I see you again?"

Xiao Jing, without you, I know that the most important thing in this world is not the Buddha, but your arrogant and glad 'no self'.

After visiting the beloved girl, Zuo Hufa left the cemetery reluctantly, walked into the place where the relics of the Rong clan were placed, and waved his hands to put all the things in the ring, before walking towards the outside of the tomb.

Leaving the main cemetery, Wuwu stopped in front of Jiuquan.

He bowed slightly, stretched out his hands and drank a worry-free drink into his mouth, the familiar scent burst on the tip of his tongue, and the large blank space struck his consciousness.

I shook my God without a smile, and said with a bitter smile: "Worry is never useless to me, and Xiao Xian and I are pitiful."

He knew better than anyone about the efficacy of worry-free, because it was his wine.

When Xiao Jing died, he poured the wine into the river, and he sat by the river watching those guys, whether monks or mortals, finished worry-free, one by one forgetting the worry.

Only him and Xiaoxian, worry-free never worked.

Because that memory is so unforgettable that it cannot be erased.

He reached out and took out a wine gourd. The mouth of the gourd was pointed at Jiuquan, and his fingertips passed with aura, and Jiuquan's wine condensed into a thin stream and flew into the gourd.

The four black crows guarding the tomb outside were bored and played chess together, but Jiang Jin and Bai Song played the chess together. The black crow was as troublesome as the two boys, and Chen Yan did not care. The martial arts of "watching the chess without saying a gentleman" commanded here and there, and Jiang Jin, who was intolerable, was beaten several times.