Then he lay down again. Looking at the dark tent, the moonlight shone like a shadow, but he had a different kind of peace of mind.

A Leng had calculated a divination for him before: "I only have ten years of longevity when I think about it."

The cold eyebrows seemed to be still in front of him, but the light was silently corrected, and nothing was left except for these scattered memories.

Jun Yi's national teacher was eventually changed.

The whole country, when people walk away, there is no longer any prosperity before. He is clear about the cleaning in the court, the face and the secret, and he is extremely sober. Perhaps it is this soberness that Jun Lingyan has not touched him in the past few years.

It's only a ten-year life.

Ho, ten years.

He felt a little mocking about the corner of his mouth. He knew his death date, but it was just that. Ten years have passed.

In the end, deep love will not last long.

Close your eyes, the blackness was like disturbing ink, with a low fragrance.

The smell of saltpeter in the fire filled the sky, and the swallows were covered with salt and purple at night. People were living in misery, corpses were everywhere, and blood was drifting.

What he wanted was never assured as the world. But all this was so difficult.

Life is responsible.

When his father watched the country enter prosperity, he should not call the country and be in trouble in his hands.

My father held his hand, as if there was a warm feeling.

He said: "Putting the world and protecting the people is the general's spirit and responsibility."

The minister was in his heart, but he was still feeling the well-being of the people. It seemed that Kyoto, which was rotten like a wind, had not disturbed his original intention at all.

My father's wish is also his vision.

"Yes." Ling Feng outside the door followed the order and turned around and wandered into the dark night. The dark night was gone. Apart from the spark, it turned out to be black, like ink, but there was no ink fragrance.

She looked back at the young master's pavilion again.

The dark lights of sparks are always a habit of the young master.

In this life, she just wanted to be the night light in the middle of the night in the young master, not asking for a long time, but just hoping for a ray of starlight.

Her life is enough.

"Young Master, a guest is visiting." Sima Hua heard the respectful call from the attendants outside the pavilion, and then stood up. In this late night, except for the Chi Yunmu who could not wait, he probably could not think of anyone else.

"It's even deeper and heavier. I don't know what important thing Mr. Chiyun is about to come to see me." Sima Hua was wearing a moon-white brocade dress and half a bunch of jade crowns. He poured tea to Chiyunmu and said warmly.

The galaxy is bright and the moon is even better.

The moonlight penetrated into several places in the desk through the veil, and was confused and could not see clearly the eyebrows and eyes.

"You know a lot about the former national master. Today, Xiao Wang is here to ask, is the soul-catching technique the last time he received, is it the original person?" Chi Yunmu said, frowned slightly, and the blackness in his eyes showed that he could not fall asleep recently.

"Why did you suddenly ask this?" Sima Hua raised his eyebrows and asked coldly, his hands were turning the teacup, his tentacles were warm and cold.

He did not think that Chi Yunmu would suddenly appear inspiration, and he felt that the original appearance of this matter must be someone behind the scenes. But this purpose is not yet known.

Or, all of this is in Chi Yunmu's heart, but it's just coming up now.

"The day before yesterday, Xiao Wang went to the temple and the presided over the presidency once calculated a hexagram for Xiao Wang. He once said that the things that the young master was obsessed with were probably nothingness. If a beauty could be obtained again, how could he know whether he would be the one who he thought about? Xiao Wang suddenly thought about it, what is the so-called soul-guided technique? Is it the final person he thought about?" Chi Yunmu said, his eyes rippled.

He has never believed in the art of rebirth and resurrection and soul-attracting.

Perhaps the abbot's words were just an introduction.

He completely pulled out all his suspicion.

But the young master Qingshan said it was clear and his brother believed it. Even the National Master was the same, so he regarded this as the only life-saving straw. But he had always had a little doubt in his heart.

Things in the world are not so simple.

There is no so-called price, it can be exchanged for a person's rebirth.

Conservation is like this.

But nothing is within your reach and there is no need to pay any distractions.

Moreover, my brother is almost always in response to Qingshan's request, and he is very good at the woman who only has seven souls in the palace. Although everything is heading towards the direction of expectations, he is still smelling a little uneasy.

The more things went smoothly, the more panicked he became.

If you lose it, you can recover a little after your sorrow, but if you lose it again and lose it again, it will be the pain of destruction and cannot be removed.

"You don't have to ask me, the answer may have been in your heart." Sima Hua smiled slightly, his eyebrows and eyes were gentle, but the depths of his eyes were very cold.

Chi Yunmu has some friendship with him.

The war was a life owed to him.

He will also pay back this favor.

"In the world, there is no such art of resurrection. It is just a illusion. Ah Leng once said that everything in this world, including people, will be permanent as long as they are lost. The so-called rebirth is also undesirable." Sima Hua said, looking at the rolling blue-gray tea leaves in this teacup, he didn't know where to roll.

"Loss must be permanent." Chi Yunmu recited this sentence in a daze, his eyes dissipated.

It seems like it's back to that winter day again.

Xijing was wearing a bright red dress and passed by in the palace.

At that time, he was just a prince who was bullied and unpopular, but Xijing gave him a very thick quilt, enough charcoal and delicious food on that winter day. He asked him to spend the so-called coldness that Chiyun had seen in a century.

"What are you calling me?" Xi Jing smiled, and his smile seemed to reach the bottom of his eyes.

"Amu." He opened his eyes and looked at her for a moment, as if he wanted to engrave this scene on his bones.

"You are very similar to my brother. In the future, I will be your elder sister. I will definitely protect you well." Xi Jing said, holding his hands tightly, regardless of the muddy hands.

At that time, it was the first time he felt the warmth.

This is also the first time I know that there is still a gentle and gentle name in the world.

He was not very clear about many of the days that day, only those eyes, with the brilliance of the galaxy, were engraved on the bones and would never forget them forever.

Xijing is his elder sister.

The elder sister who promised to protect him for life, but was the fat elder sister who broke her promise early.

That winter day, a touch of red in Chiyun Palace was his unforgettable color of attachment.

The beauty rolled into the chest like fire, and in this winter, it was filled with bright light.

"It seems that I should have known this long ago." The lights swayed and the yellow lights were shining. Chi Yunmu looked at the fire, as if he was missing something.

"If it can be done, it will also be bleeding and wafting the oars and killing them. Think twice and act." Sima Hua looked at Chi Yunmu, who was so devastated, and finally gave him a thought. He knew clearly that the West Mirror was the person Chi Yunmu cared about the most, both a teacher and a friend.

Everyone may have the right to dream.

Weaving our own illusion, and being happy in this illusion, no longer sad.

He shouldn't have eliminated all this.

"That's all I can kill is the only one." Chi Yunmu's eyes flashed slightly, as if his eyes, which were as silent as a deep pool, had a little vitality.

As long as there is still a line of strength and a little vitality, he is willing to give his best for his elder sister.

It was probably what Sima Hua said that gave him some hope for life, and he looked at it and was also dyed with a bit of a living breath. It was not like before, the dying spirit was rolling and the heavy disturbance of his heart.

Sima Hua looked at the boy in front of him, and he lost any carefreeness he had when he first met, and his body was covered with deathly aura, which was shocking.

"It may not be a great thing to be too obsessed with. Some things should be put down, just let go. Cherish, the person in front of you." Sima Hua said, not knowing whether it was facing Chi Yunmu or himself.

But, cherish the people in front of you.

But it's not easy.

The hardest thing is never to remember, but to forget.

*

Xiubu received Ling Chu's letter again.

He sneered. Now that the national teacher has just entered the barrier, can this person be unable to hold back?

Lingchu?

But he was just an illegitimate prince who was wandering outside. If it weren't for their cultivation, he would be a little different from the beggars on the street? However, Jun Lingyan's current appearance just raised his vision of replacing him.

Otherwise, how could he, a so-called prince who did not even have a jade certificate, receive the support of so many people?

What's more, he was still secretly hurting his parents, and Xiusu was still in his hands. He had long been sure that he would not abandon Xiusu, so he broke up and asked him to be a eunuch in this palace to spread news for him.

"What? What did Mr. Ling Chu say to you again?" Yan Ruo swallowed the tribute oranges he had just asked for from the palace concubine. The juice splattered all over his mouth. He stretched his eyebrows very comfortably, sat in the case again, teasing and practicing a few steps.

Since he learned his identity clearly by Xiubu, he no longer pretends like this. He will get tired of pretending to be like this over time. He will still be himself, which makes people feel much more happy.

"I just want to take advantage of the time when the national teacher entered the pass, and I want to come and ask for a pill." Xiu Du said, his eyebrows and eyes mocking.

I really think that this pie is very easy to share? There is no such useful thing in the world, and some simple calculations. The so-called bond is to make such a person a minister.

"Cultivation is not something I said. Now we have passed the fate. The unparalleled young master of the Xiu family I know is not like this. Do you really think that Xiu Su knows nothing? I, Yan Ruo, don't believe that there is such a simple woman in the world." Yan Ruo said, his charming eyebrows and eyes slightly closed, and there was a very cool light.

It seemed as if at a glance, I had already seen Xiu Du's heart.
To be continued...