The majestic sister of the red mansion

When Zhu Xian raised his head, he saw that Mo Yue was already in tears. It was the first time Zhu Xian saw Mo Yue's expression and said at a loss: "Why are you crying? Are you uncomfortable?"

"It's okay." Mo Yue shook her head, her voice choked with sobs: "It turns out that you are the incarnation of Tongtian Saint, one of the three patriarchs of Taoism. Countless reincarnations but premature death, the unwillingness and pain of fate, for some reason, the tears just can't be stopped."

"There is nothing to be sad about. I probably understand now that this loneliness and fear are just waiting for the day when I will meet you again. You are the reincarnation of the Mother of the Tianhe River. For the sake of my body being destroyed, probably since then, You and I are destined to meet in this world at this time." Zhu Xian gently wiped away the tears on Mo Yue's cheeks.

Mo Yue shook her head in a panic, and said seriously: "I can't do it. Since you are a saint, you naturally know everything. Then you should know that I was just an ordinary person before reincarnation, and I practiced later only to get rid of being punished by the heavens." How can I bear the heavy responsibility of Nine Heavens like this, I don't have the ability myself!"

"Don't be afraid, there is me! From the day we become husband and wife, your responsibility is my responsibility. You can rely on me for everything you can't do. For things I can't do, there is this deity. One of the most powerful saints, and don't use honorifics to me, you are different from others, you are equal to me." Zhu Xian comforted Mo Yue softly, soothing all her panic and uneasiness.

Mo Yue lowered her head, clutched Zhu Xian's robe tightly, and was silent for a while before saying in a harsh voice: "Then what if you choose the wrong answer in the last catastrophe? You and Master Tongtian will be suppressed forever! Actually! It doesn't matter if you don't need to help me, the mother of the Tianhe is the mother of the Tianhe, I am me, for an insignificant existence like me, disappearing is no big deal..."

"Hush! Don't say that, no matter Honghui, I, or this deity can't give up on you. The fate with you may be because of the mother of Tianhe, but all this time, Honghui, me, and this deity have seen you. I believe that even Chaos and Qingping think the same way. Saints are immortal. If they lose, they are just suppressed. There is always a chance to get out of trouble. But you will die, and your true spirit will be destroyed. Are you afraid? ?" Zhu Xian comforted Mo Yue, feeling this sour and sweet taste for the first time in his heart.

Shaking her head, Mo Yue knew that Zhu Xian was trying to comfort her, and was directly suppressed by the Dao of Heaven. Unless it was related to the crisis of the life and death of the entire universe, there would be a day when she would be out of trouble, but seeing the always deserted Zhu Xian trying to comfort her, she gave up on herself She couldn't say the words anymore, it seemed that she really had to be strong, and she definitely couldn't lose!

Release Zhu Xian's main body, Master Tongtian, from the endless and lonely Zixiao Palace. It depends on the result of this world. The answer lies in the way of heaven, maybe it is more in the way of humanity. Something has changed!This idea may be naive, but it is the only thing she can do at present.

Seeing Mo Yue's silence, Zhu Xian asked worriedly: "Xiao Yue, what are you thinking?"

"Ah! I'm thinking about the Chaos and Qingping you mentioned, they rarely appear in your memory." Mo Yue was embarrassed to tell Zhu Xian her naive thoughts, causing Zhu Xian to have her very naive thoughts, so she simply changed the subject .

Zhu Xian smiled when he heard the words: "They! Chaos is the spiritual treasure Taoist worshiped by people outside. He is the incarnation of a saint formed by the deity's obsession with the Chaos Clock. By nature, she is close to monster races. Qingping is the incarnation of the deity who entrusted her obsession with the Qingping sword. Qingping likes to be close to human races. The disciples of the Young Human Race and the Monster Race are mostly the two of them who are intercepting the professor's class, and I seldom have any contact with them."

"That's right! Zhu Xian, let's let the Jujiao prosper in this world from now on! The Jujiao should flourish." As Mo Yue spoke, his eyes became brighter and he said in a somewhat excited tone: "Actually, I didn't see you. Before my memory, when I heard the story of Master Tongtian in the world of my previous life, I have always respected him and liked him, a saint who should be indifferent and ruthless. .”

"Do you only like the deity? What about me? I was also involved in the battle with the Four Saints!" Zhu Xian said with a slightly sour tone.

Mo Yue was at a loss for words. At this time, she didn't realize how troublesome it would be to get along with her husband who is divided into five in the future. She just said annoyed: "But aren't you one? Should you be considered a whole?"

"Original origin is one source, but we usually have five hearts and five bodies. Only the will of the deity can change us." Zhu Xian stretched out his hand to hold Mo Yue tightly, and whispered in Mo Yue's ear: "If you are curious about these things, I'll tell you about it another day, and now we should complete the last step of the holy marriage."

"Zhu Xian, you..." Mo Yue noticed Zhu Xian's ambiguous movements, her face flushed, and she wanted to push him away in a panic, but Zhu Xian grabbed her hand, interlocking her fingers, Hong Luan's tent was warm, and she was very cool On a moonlit night in the Spring River, it didn't take long for ambiguous voices to be heard from inside the tent...

Affected by the consciousness of the two, a large amount of auspicious aura spread from the Eastern Palace to the whole world. At midnight, even more blessed rain sprinkled the earth, so that all living things were nourished by aura. This is the compassion from the mother of Tianhe...

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Thirteen years later, Yongzheng was seriously ill. After summoning the prince to supervise the country, he discussed with the ministers and the royal clan and others to choose the nearest auspicious day for the prince to ascend the throne. Mace, milk, Yu, rich, ≈Wu┰Halogen, pull, pack, 钔, Li, kind, send, post, send, send, Chu, delete, swallow, lure, concubine

He knows the truth of heaven and earth, the cause and effect of all things in the world, and knows that the emperor is not affected by immortal power and elixir because of the dragon spirit, and his lifespan is fixed. Yongzheng is seriously ill this time, but his lifespan is at the end of his life. He had 13 years of imperial fortune , due to the early death of the first emperor, he ascended the throne a few years earlier, and now the 13-year emperor's destiny has become 15 years, and his lifespan is coming to an end.

The serious illness is just the reaction of the end of the imperial fortune. When the end of the imperial fortune, his true spirit will return to the body. The immortal body of the punishment fairy is the strongest in heaven, much better than this emperor's body. The emperor could not be more kind to her. After the matter of the Six Palaces was entrusted to her, she would not bother about it anymore. The outside world urged the East Palace to accept the side concubine, continue the bloodline, etc., and he and the prince directly stopped them.

Although no one can set foot in her relationship with Zhu Xian, she understands how he loves her. This kindness has already dispelled her fear of Zhang Xing Xianjun. Hearing the summons, I only thought that there was something to order, so I rushed over immediately and entered the bedroom, only to realize that today is a bit special.

He was so seriously ill that only Su Peisheng was left in the palace to wait on him. He was leaning on the dragon bed, looking at her intently. For some reason, Mo Yue's heart tightened, and he hurriedly greeted him: "Daughter-in-law, send your respects to the emperor." , Long live the father, long live, long live, long live."

"Don't panic, I just chatted with you a few words, Pei Sheng, go get a chair for the princess." Yongzheng rarely let go of his usually cold expression at this moment, and ordered kindly.

"Thank you, father, for your kindness." Seeing Yongzheng's expression, Mo Yue breathed a sigh of relief. After Su Peisheng moved the chair over and sat down, he asked with concern: "How does father feel, today is a little more relaxed."

Yongzheng shook his head: "Birth, old age, sickness and death are common things. People will die one day, but sooner or later, Yue girl, are you still living comfortably?"

"Well! The prince is very good to his daughter-in-law. Yongyao, Yongyan, Yongmiao, and Yongxin are all very good. Yongyao and Yongyan have already started to learn from the prince!" Moyue thought of the four children, with an expression on her face. Suddenly softened, and the whole person exuded the happiness that only a long-term comfortable life can have.

"It's good to be comfortable, it's good to be comfortable." Seeing her expression, Yongzheng, the cold-faced emperor of ten thousand years, actually smiled, his comforting and sore eyes flashed past, his chest was filled with suffocation, and he coughed up. Coughing, breathing unsteadily, said: "Yue girl, it has been fifteen years since I ascended the throne?"

"Hmm! It's been almost 16 years." Mo Yue heard Yongzheng's difficult panting, even though she knew that * *'s death was not the end, she still couldn't help her eyes sore.

After being a princess for so long, she is still a child who can't hide her thoughts!The corners of Yongzheng's mouth curled up slightly, and he covered his lower lip with his skinny hand: "What do you think of me as an emperor?"

"Father has been strict with himself, lenient to others, diligent and simple in administration, and punished corrupt officials for 15 years. Now there has been no war for seven years, the people can live and work in peace and contentment, and the population has increased by [-]% compared to the time of the emperor's grandfather, he is a rare Mingjun." These words are not flattering at the end of the month, but from her sincerity.

Yongzheng smiled: "Treat people leniently? I know that there are many people outside who scold me for copying the emperor."

"It's the house of a corrupt official that was copied." Mo Yue opened his mouth and replied, feeling regretful in his heart, why did he speak so quickly? Isn't this equivalent to admitting the scolding words of the emperor who copied the house?

"Haha...you have such a temper..." Seeing her reaction, Yongzheng finally couldn't help laughing out loud. Seeing his rare laugh, Su Peisheng couldn't help but secretly wiped the corners of his eyes. Yongzheng didn't seem to notice, After laughing a few times, he suddenly asked seriously: "Then what kind of emperor do you think Hong Hui will become?"

Mo Yue came here this time without opening his mouth, but after thinking about it for a while, he replied seriously: "Better than you, father."

"Is it better than me? Since you said so, let me teach you and the prince the last lesson!" After Yongzheng finished speaking, he dragged his seriously ill body down from the dragon bed. Only then did Moyue notice that Yongzheng did not Instead of casual clothes, he was wearing a dragon robe. At this moment, Su Peisheng hurriedly put a cape on him, and went to support him.

Mo Yue saw that Yongzheng was struggling to move, and she didn't care to avoid suspicion. She hardly had the nerve to avoid suspicion, so she hurriedly supported his other arm, so that Yongzheng could use his strength to walk out of the palace. Seeing this, Mo Yue opened the lock With all five senses, he noticed the fighting and bloody atmosphere outside the palace gate, and was startled. Is this a rebellion or a forced palace?