Kuaiwen is also a huge fan

My name is Xingxing.

When I saw the Imperial Master for the first time, I only felt a slight pain in my heart and a sense of familiarity.

Therefore, I followed the Imperial Master shamelessly, partly to repay Song Wenzhu, and partly for my own selfish reasons.

The Imperial Master is very gentle.

He would take himself to see peach blossoms and buy candied haws.

He was never angry.

Even though he knew I had a purpose in approaching him from the beginning, he never distanced himself from me.

Just when I thought that the two of us could live forever, the Imperial Master died.

In mid-August, the peaches are already ripe.

I carried the box and went to Taolin alone. The two missing front teeth of the cowherd doll had grown in.

He asked where his brother had gone.

I said, I went to heaven.

I didn't open the box because I knew what was in it.

I chose the strongest peach tree and buried the box there, along with peach blossom stuffing.

At this time, a peach appeared in front of me.

I looked up and saw a red-faced boy looking at me.

"Can I buy you a peach?"

At that moment, I thought he was you.

I turned and left.

The young man has been following me.

He follows me wherever I go.

Until one day, I dreamed about my past life.

I have chased you for two lifetimes.

In this life, I want to live for myself.

I feel more relieved.

I got married to that boy.

I have a very cute child.

Until he dies, he only sees me.

"It is rumored that there is a female knight in white in the world. She performs chivalrous acts, robs the rich and gives to the poor. She has saved many poor people from dire straits. Tell me, what is the most outstanding thing about this female knight in white?"

The storyteller was telling stories in the teahouse again, surrounded by a bunch of children.

The children screamed so loudly that the storyteller's head hurt, and he shook his little cattail leaf fan and left.

The woman is dressed in white, with long hair tied up high, and a heroic appearance. The long scar on her face makes her even more chivalrous.

"drive!"

It was already evening, and the woman waved her whip and rode her horse towards the sunset.

After you die, I live to be you.

"Meng Qingyue, please stop drinking."

Shen Yuan grabbed the wine jar and looked at the red-faced man

, full of complexity.

"Shen Yuan, tell me, why does my heart hurt so much?"

Meng Qingyue smelled of alcohol and his eyes were shining with tears. He took Shen Yuan's hand and put it on his heart.

"Be good, stop drinking"

Shen Yuan carried the man back to the bed and sat quietly all night.

On the second day, Meng Qingyue went to the palace and asked for orders to guard the border.

Shen Yuan also went.

The wine gourd that never left my waist was also gone.

I can’t tell what emotions there are, but the fighting on the battlefield can make people temporarily forget their emotions.

The two fought side by side.

In just eight years, the territory of Nanyang Kingdom doubled.

When Shen Yuan returned, his temples were white.

Meng Qingyue died on the battlefield.

Shen Yuan brought back Meng Qingyue's tablet.

Resigned from his position and lived in seclusion in the mountains.

One day while traveling, I met Xingxing, who was already a mother.

April is fragrant in the world, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom.

This time, we met at Peach Blossom Temple.

When the breeze blows, the sky is filled with petals.

No one was seen in Peach Blossom Temple.

A bamboo tablet falls.

He is also a Qingdi player.

Also common people.

Shen Yuan picked up the bamboo sign and sat in the Peach Blossom Temple.

Meng Qingyue's spiritual tablet is placed next to the peach blossom tree.

"Hey, let's stay here from now on."

17 years later.

The young man's hearty voice sounded.

"Old Taoist, what are you doing sitting here?"

"Waiting for you to drink"

The old Taoist waved his whisk, took out a jar of wine, and drank happily with the young man.

The man, who was in a high position, looked at the young man below and spoke slowly.

"The throne will be handed over to you from now on."

"Yes, Father"

There is no national teacher in Nanyang Kingdom.

The young man kneeling below suddenly remembered the picture scroll he saw in his father's room that day.

The young man has crooked eyebrows and is dressed in white clothes like snow, standing by the pond.

"Master, why can't you show your emotions?"

"An emperor is not only a name, but controlling emotions is just the first step.

A good emperor must care for the people of the world, focus on the entire country, and love his people in his own way."

Wen Xianzhi was still dressed in black, abandoned all disguises, came to the foot of the Peach Blossom Temple with a jar of wine in his arms, and sat down casually.

"Big nigger, you're here"

The Taoist shook the fly whisk without even raising his head.

"I've been taken advantage of by you and I'm here to drink with you."

The three of them grew up together.

This was my childhood nickname.

“It’s so bad to drink alcohol”

The Taoist said as he raised the wine jar and drank.

"You still don't mean what you say. This time, you pay for the drinks!"

The wine had a strong stamina, and the two began to talk nonsense.

"Yinjin, you have to drink too!"

The old man poured some wine into the spiritual tablet.

Lying next to the peach blossom tree, I slept like this all night.

"Go and be your emperor, don't come and compete with me for territory."

"I just rely on this, what can you do?" the man in black said shamelessly, "otherwise, how can you live up to the nickname of the one you took advantage of?"

"Forget it, let me give you a place." The old Taoist smiled, holding the spiritual throne and moving out an extra place.

I just still think of the boy with crooked eyebrows.

--------split line--------

Song Wenzhu still remembers the pain of fire burning her body.

When I opened my eyes, I had already arrived at Meng Po Bridge.

The flowers on the other side were in bloom, and people around them lined up to drink Meng Po soup one after another.

Song Wenzhu looked around, but the boy was nowhere to be seen.

Soon, it was her.

"Where's my husband?" Song Wenzhu looked at the wrinkled old woman with an angry tone.

"I have been reincarnated a long time ago," the old woman said, her eyes cloudy.

"You are too stubborn." Po Meng looked directly at Song Wenzhu.

The surrounding green fire was looming.

The undead lining up around them turned around, stared at Song Wenzhu, and surrounded her.

"Where did you hide my husband?"

Song Wenzhu's pupils gradually turned red, some black lines appeared on his face, and his voice was harsh.

The entire underworld echoed with Song Wenzhu's voice.

The surrounding ghosts stopped, holding their heads and wailing.

"After crossing the Wangchuan River, I will send you to find your husband."

Po Meng pointed to the blood-yellow river water under the bridge.

Insects and snakes were everywhere, the floor was filled with fishy wind, and some invisible things were hissing.

"Okay, if you go back on your word, I will overthrow the whole underworld!"

Song Wenzhu jumped into the river without any hesitation.

Insects and snakes bit this fresh ghost, and those shapeless things also moved towards Song Wenzhu.

"what!!!"

Song Wenzhu screamed and endured the stench and moved towards the place where the flowers on the other side were blooming.

The meat on the shoulder was torn off by the lump. Song Wenzhu stared at the lump and took a hard bite.

What was torn off was rotten flesh.

The shore is very close.

Song Wenzhu's fingernails swelled up and tore the objects into pieces. When she climbed ashore, her lower body was already a bloody mess.

"Hahahaha! I'll help you!"

Po Meng laughed, came to Song Wenzhu's side, pulled off a flower, and sprinkled pollen on Song Wenzhu.

The wounds on his body slowly healed.

"go in"

Po Meng opened a big hole, and Song Wenzhu walked in decisively.