After being homeless, he was picked up by God and brought home to be his husband.

It was dawn when Xijin returned to Tianjing. He had just returned to Nanqi Mountain yesterday. Yuan Qing had been inspecting the lower realms recently, so he took some time to go back and take care of everything.

He didn't go home. He went straight to the palace as soon as he got off the carriage. Outside the Wuchen Palace, the servants had been waiting for a long time. When they saw Xijin, he trotted over on tiptoe and bowed in greeting:

"I've met the King of Medicine."

Xi Jin kept walking, stepping on the cobblestones and walking in. As he walked, he asked, "Where are the others?"

The chamberlain followed behind to guide him. Hearing his question, he couldn't help but sigh again. He looked embarrassed and replied hesitantly:

"Your Majesty hasn't returned home all night. It's very cold in that place. How can you bear to stay for such a long time? Your Majesty hasn't rested for several days. Even our gentle words are of no use. Maybe you can persuade him to be more effective."

Xi Jin frowned, and an unknown fire rose in his heart. All the people waiting in the hall dispersed, and no lamps were lit. He could smell a bit of bitter medicinal smell, mixed with the sandalwood burned in the hall, Chu Yitang leaned against the window , still wearing the same plain shirt, under the window is a new irises that bloomed last night, the color is still light, not bright, with a few drops of dew on it.

He fiddled with the flowers and leaves, his hair was scattered, and his expression could not be seen clearly. The sky had a light touch of fish belly white, and the window frame formed a scene, with lotus leaves standing and flying egrets standing in the water. He was in the middle of it, but he was not that excited. Vitality, slump and loneliness, pale and depressed.

Xijin looked at him through the bead curtain, and her anger seemed to disappear in that moment. It would be false to say that she didn't hate him, but it was true to say that she felt the same. He knew how difficult it was for him to do this, every day for more than two thousand years. It was a kind of Lingchi every night, he tortured himself with his death, and to this day, all that is left is an empty shell, not a single bit of it has been eaten away.

He pursed his lips and finally did not speak again. The waiter quietly exited and closed the door very softly. In the quiet room, only the sound of water falling from the eaves could be heard, one drop after another, one after another.

Chu Yitang did not turn around. There was an empty bowl on the table next to him, with some medicinal juice remaining. Xijin picked up a coat and put it on his shoulders, saying: "Don't stay for so long next time, your body can't bear it." of."

He took back his hand and wiped off the water stains on the window sill. He didn't sleep all night and didn't feel tired. Chu Yitang paused for a while, and then said: "I want to go to the ghost market. Yuan Qing may have to take care of the affairs in Beijing." Clicked."

Xijin paused with his hand hanging in the air, and the anger that had finally dissipated came out of nowhere. He cooled his face, suppressed his anger, and said:

"You wouldn't do such a stupid thing if you were self-aware, Ghost Market? Chu Yitang, are you going to die there so that I can collect your body?!"

Chu Yitang gathered the robe around his shoulders and pushed his hair behind his ears, revealing his snow-white face. He raised his face and said softly: "I won't be there for too long, I just want to try it again."

"So? What the hell haven't you tried in all these years?! Tell me if there are any results!! Are there any results!!"

Xijin knocked over the empty bowl with his hand, and it hit the ground with a loud bang, porcelain pieces flying. He was so angry that he grabbed Chu Yitang's jagged wrist and said angrily:

"It's been so many years, even if it's time to wake up from a dream!! Chu Yitang, can I beg you to cherish your life? Isn't it enough that you used your heart and blood to nourish his remaining soul? As a result, thousands of years of cultivation have been wasted. Said, the soul is also scattered, and there is nothing in the end. Is this the result you want?!"

The sound was sudden, and the chamberlain and all the maids outside the door were frightened when they heard it. The fragments were splashed all over the floor, and the sleeves fell off. The exposed skin almost blended into the plain shirt, and the black hair was exposed. Chu Yitang turned a deaf ear to the extremely fragile and easily broken beauty, and only repeated it again:

"I'm only going for a few days, not too long."

Xijin was so angry that he lost his sense for a moment. He suddenly withdrew his hand, raised his head and closed his eyes to calm down his anger. He repeatedly said "ok" and walked around the room several times, but in the end he didn't say any harsh words. Come on, he really has nothing to do with him - Chu Yitang can do anything if he is really crazy.

He took out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve and smashed it on the table. Xijin had no expression on his face and said solemnly: "Take one a day and come back to me within five days. If you can't come back, I will go directly with the coffin." Looking for you!"

After saying that, he rolled up his sleeves and left. He kicked open the door with a black face and startled the people outside the door. The waiter waited tremblingly for a long time. When he saw the anger on Xijin's face, he knew he was a bad guy and hurriedly chased after him. I escorted him out of the palace gate all the way, not forgetting to say good things, but I really couldn't trust His Majesty, so I ran back and asked someone to bring in the sweet soup prepared early in the morning.

Xijin was really angry. As long as he could achieve his goal, even if he was shattered to pieces, Chu Yitang would still try without looking back. Everything Xijin could try was tried for him. Chu Yitang spent all his efforts to raise that ray of remnant soul. After hundreds of years, it still disappeared overnight without any warning.

This was undoubtedly a catastrophe for Chu Yitang. He went crazy on the spot and went hysterically to find the remnant soul. He even used his soul as a guide to piece it together. Xi Jin desperately tried to put him back together. After stopping him, he looked at him for a long time, his voice full of pain.

He asked him, are you really worthy of Lan Yu by doing this?

A very light word, but Chu Yitang felt as if he was struck by lightning. He knelt down blankly, his palms empty, unable to hold anything. He was like a child whose head was broken and bleeding, crying as helplessly as he could. Even his throat was full of sweet blood, and his last hope turned into powder and disappeared completely. He could only ask again and again.

"Who can give Lan Yu back to me? Please give him back to me... please give him back to me..."

After that, he never did such a thing again. Perhaps he was afraid that Lan Yu would be sad if he found out, so he started to try to do something.

He learned to take care of flowers and plants, and raised a patch of iris in the garden, which bloomed beautifully in April and May.

Learn to cook, make lotus seed cakes and water chestnut cakes, and cook sweet and sour pork ribs to make them delicious.

He also learned to embroider handkerchiefs. He learned every stitch carefully from the old nuns in the palace, and the patterns he embroidered were lifelike.

He also learned to write letters to him, and wrote to him when he missed him very much. Sometimes it was one letter, sometimes it was two letters, and sometimes he wrote several letters, never stopping.

Chu Yitang guarded these things, guarded the memories left to him by Lan Yu, and spent every day and night alone for more than two thousand years.