laughing soul

What is evoked by the vajra beads is the unforgettable past of the predecessors who have passed away with the wind thousands of years ago, and the unspeakable deep affection under the rare moon and stars at that time.If there is no more obsession and affection, this phantom can only be slowly swallowed up in the long river of history, buried quietly and lonely in the history books of a hundred generations, and will never come back to life.

In exchange for the power of the soul, I quietly looked at the two faces standing in front of me, so clear that even the tiny hairs on the sides of the cheeks were completely visible, as if a real person was in front of me.

A truly affectionate person, who has gone through a hundred generations of prosperity and desolation, still stays in the same place and refuses to leave, even if there is only a piece of dust left in the past, the wind, frost, and sword are pressing against each other, leaving only the dripping scars forged by that person himself .

Jing Ran slowly stretched out her hands towards the two illusory shadows, pressed her fingertips slightly, and dripped a smear of blood into each of the twinkling souls of the two, muttering something in her mouth, and crushed the third Buddhist bead vigorously in response.

In an instant, the Buddha's radiance was overwhelming, and the Dharma that would save all living beings to cultivate the next life finally exploded in the middle of the Sutra Pavilion, and the figure gradually rose into the air under the shining golden light.Their unforgettable dilapidated years gradually appeared in the mid-air with fine dust particles, and they caught Jing Ran's eyes.

On the top of the mountains, the founding emperor of Dai Viet stood tall on the eastern pavilion. Looking at the vastness of the world and the prosperous and prosperous world, he was originally relaxed and happy when he climbed to the high place, but he was caught off guard and inexplicably flustered. Feeling "extremely sad and sad", I panicked and shed tears in a daze.

He still had the old wound left on the battlefield not long ago in his eyes. After being squeezed so deliberately and deeply, the blood vessels that had three-pointed signs of healing burst again. When the salt grains meandered to the chin, they were streaked with bright red blood, as if shed tears of blood.

The eunuch in charge hurriedly went to summon the imperial physician, but Qiu Meng waved his hand to stop him: "Forget it, it's an old problem to see the wind and shed tears. These years of eating those bitter medicine soups for nothing, have you ever seen any improvement?"

The old eunuch seemed a little dazed, and then hurriedly replied: "Your Majesty, good medicine is good for the disease, and the body of the dragon is important..."

"The next sentence should be my emperor's long live, long live, long live, long live, right?" Qiu Meng sneered, and turned to look at the endless void in the distance. A young man dressed in a snow-white fox fur, reflected in the cruelty of the wind and frost, slowly revealed a reassuring smile like an old man, "Life is only a few years, and there are talented people from generation to generation. What's the benefit of sitting on the throne for a long time with a broken body? Tell the imperial physician to stop busy prescribing medicines for me, and take care of the queen and the unborn baby when you have time..."

He slowly bowed his waist, covered his mouth and coughed violently a few times, took a brocade handkerchief from the waiter and wiped the corners of his mouth, leaving a pool of bright and glaring blood.

The Great War of the Founding of the People's Republic of China hurt his heart, and it was a dead end to complete the enthronement ceremony with this body. Qiu Meng himself was relieved, but he frightened the servant who was guarding the side.

"Your Majesty...Your Majesty!" He took the blood-stained handkerchief, barely biting off his tongue, "Prince Physician! Pass it to Physician!"

Qiu Meng didn't stop him this time, his mouth was still full of bitterness and sweetness, knowing that this road has finally come to an end.

The guards in the distance ran wildly to summon the imperial physician. He suppressed the severe pain and squinted his eyes, grasped the servant's hands hanging by his sides, and said word by word: "Pass down my decree... The prince is young, and the second prince has not yet been born. , the overall situation in the world is not stable, and the tigers and wolves of the four realms are dormant and restless... After I go to the west, I will put the news on hold for now, don't...cough cough cough...don't make any noise..."

The servant accompanied him in all directions to serve him, which can be regarded as a life-and-death friendship in the battle of iron and blood. This series of speeches that seemed to be his last words frightened him into a panic. The blood stains and the man's pale face were reflected in front of his eyes. The panic and fear reached the extreme, and only then did I realize that I couldn't shed tears at all.

He frantically grabbed the emperor's pointing finger and tried his best to pull up Qiu Meng, who was exhausted all over his body, but how could the arm that brought tea and water every day have enough strength to lift a dying adult man?Even if the body under his graceful and luxurious clothes is already a skeleton of nothingness.

The two of them fell together on the Eastern Pavilion, and Qiu Meng, who had fallen into a coma, unconsciously coughed up blue and black blood, and the viscous and warm blood flowed continuously, and he cried and laughed like crazy He used his hands to cover the slightly parted lips of that person, but he couldn't stop the fresh life from flowing slowly from this person, and it was hard to turn back.

It was the first time in his life that he was so close to this supreme emperor, but his heart was filled with turbulent waves of intense grief that had never been seen since his birth. He raised his head slightly, and looked at the distant high place where the man's last lingering gaze was.

The sky is filled with clouds and mist, through layers of wind, snow and frost, you may still be able to pay attention to a corner of the mountain thousands of miles away.

Kunlun Mountain, the land of Jiuli.

It turned out that he had a good relationship with the people of Tiancheng a few years ago, so he had some intersections with the Jiuli people. He thought it was just a chance encounter, but he was flattered by the enthusiasm of the other party.There are not many Jiuli people, but they still gave him the necessary part of the soldiers and horses during the founding war to help him calm down the northwest border.

With the last gaze, I cast myself on the top of Kunlun without complaint or regret. I hope that the nation in the distance who treats everything in the world with kindness can live forever in peace.

There are nine out of ten unsatisfactory things in life, and when there is nothing to do, it is actually a prophecy here.

At the foot of Kunlun Mountain is Tiancheng. This place is close to Weizhou, and it is a place of bitter cold on the edge of the northern border. Throughout the year, the only delicate flower that is produced by the severe cold and sword is the proud wintersweet.Chu Quan, the head of the Jiuli clan, lived half his life, obeying the ancestral precepts and never took a step outside the territory. Naturally, he had never seen Fangfei peaches and plums in Sanyue, let alone scorched bone peonies, beautiful green bamboos.

Fate and ancestors have locked him here for the rest of his life with the chains of fate and ancestors. Ordinary people say that he is weak and powerless, but he is not free because of his own flesh and blood. Chu Quan only thinks that one inch of land is enough to live and work in peace and protect the safety of his people. Joy, for him, is the whole meaning of life, other than that, everything can be left behind.

Anwen and Qingji have been with him all year round, until one day, a gentle but not glaring radiance of a warm woman from the Central Plains slowly fell in front of him facing the warm winter sun.

And she seemed to be unable to bear even this ray of light, or maybe she was secretly blaming the warmth for coming too slowly and slowly, not enough to warm her frozen body.

Holding a handful of grass seeds in his hand, Chu Quan hesitated for a moment, took off the leather jacket covering his body, and gently covered the woman's thin and slender back.

Different from the Jiuli clan with deep and delicate facial features, the person in front of him has a small and delicate gentle face, his brows and eyes are slightly wrinkled as if hiding thousands of sorrows, and the round nose and small shiny mouth reflected are even more flattering Xi, like a roll of beauties in the pictures of gentle and moist ancient ladies, comes and descends here.

Chu Quan's heart suddenly became warm for no reason, and he felt that he had never felt such a wonderful feeling in the past few years.

This volume of beauty manuscripts was neatly unfolded in front of him, all he could do was pick it up carefully and guard and protect it with the most meticulous and gentle care.

This beauty must have been froze, he held her in his arms, walked back in the snow, and placed her in the hut where he usually lives, who has never been afraid of the cold. After thinking and thinking, he still grilled a pot of charcoal fire in the room, cooking medicine for her while sweating profusely, his chest was filled with unknown emotions.

He was worried, he didn't know when she would wake up again, but he didn't know that the woman had opened her eyes slightly, fixedly looking at his busy figure vaguely revealed through the gauze curtain.

"The patriarch, if he appears in front of Chu Quan in a weak position and looks like a charming daughter, no matter how ruthless he is, he won't count on his subordinates as soon as he comes up. If his thoughts are too deep to penetrate into the sea, his subordinates So I stayed near Kunlun Mountain for two more days, acting as if I was in the camp of the Northwest Army, but I had to wrong the patriarch and wait a little longer; It's his trust."

The patriarch looked at the capable general in front of him with piercing eyes, and put his hand on her shoulder: "Qingyan, if the great cause of the family and the country can be achieved this time, I will definitely give you a title when you return after you are successful and famous."

Lu Qingyan slightly raised her head to look at the young man's face, her lips trembled twice, she was obviously hesitant to speak, but she forced herself to speak: "Thanks to the trust of the patriarch, the subordinates must be Live up to the mission."

Unable to hold on, she took the opportunity of kneeling down to salute and tightly closed her eyes, squeezing the tears around her eye sockets into a pool of wet traces, waiting for a gust of cold wind to blow, and then they disappeared.

Three prostrations and nine percussions are required to complete the great ceremony, and half a stick of incense must be done each time in kneeling etiquette. She was filled with hatred, almost weeping every word, and she murmured questions in a silent place.

How many years?How many years?How many years have you endured this kind of alienation that is neither far nor near?

Since ancient times, vows have been nothing more than empty words. Who wouldn't make up a few words to lure people's love between red lips and white teeth?

Six years ago when she was sent to go undercover in the Northwest Army Camp, the man's words of reluctance and sadness were exactly the same as today's. The infatuated woman trusts her once in vain, but it's ridiculous that this man used this inferior method again and again. , or is it the past six years ago, which he has already forgotten completely?

Lu Qingyan laughed at herself silently, the love in the other party's eyes was nothing more than a chess piece, and it took her six full years to let go of it.

In the end, he proposed to let her be cold to the bone for a night in the ice and snow. Under such complete betrayal and use, he silently accepted the bitter fruit, and the affection that had been persistent for several years would eventually die.

Even today, she still often thinks of that person's indifferent face under the delicate and thoughtful disguise, until a warm porcelain spoon was gently pressed against her mouth, and the spirit of running away came back a little bit.

She raised her eyes slightly, and saw the crimson man kneeling under the bed, holding a steaming bowl of red bean porridge in his hand.

"I...I made some hot porridge for you, eat more, your body is too cold..." Seeing that she still didn't respond in a daze, Chu Quan seemed a little anxious, his tongue caught his teeth, and he couldn't even speak Clearly, "No, it's not hot...I cooled it with the snow outside...just in the mouth, you...you try..."

Lu Qingyan was startled, staring at the man's shiny black eyes for a long time, then opened her mouth to swallow the porridge delivered to her mouth.

The ordinary and unremarkable taste is not as memorable as this handsome man, but from the warm and soft red beans and white rice, he saw his hot and enthusiastic heart, and assimilated into his heart silently. For one, lingering endlessly.

"Why are you kneeling on the ground?" She ate a bowl of hot porridge with his hands, and asked slowly.

"Huh?" He took a cloth towel to wipe her mouth for a moment, then turned his head and blushed again, "Girl's...I'm a reckless person, how dare... There is a saying in the Central Plains, 'A man and a woman can't kiss each other '..."

Lu Qingyan looked at him quietly for a while, her eyes gradually softened, a little bit of fragrant red bean foam remained at the corner of her mouth, she sat up from the bed with some difficulty, and in this uncomfortable position, kissed her lips affectionately. Rubbing the corner of his lips.

After feeling his whole body tremble violently, he became as stiff as a corpse. Lu Qingyan even thought that the collision offended him, and looked slightly to the side, only to see that his handsome face turned into a big tomato, and he couldn't even breathe. Be overwhelmed and suffocate yourself.

She lowered her eyebrows and smiled, stretched out her hand to brush his dry and smooth side face, and slowly groped from the ear pinna with a pair of small hands with thin calluses, and when she rubbed the back of her head, she clasped her hands interlacedly, and breathed lightly on the side of his ear Heat: "First time?"

"Ah..." There was a moist warmth in his ear, and he didn't realize it for a while, but when he thought about it again, his face turned red, "No, what else?"

Such a handsome and handsome appearance reveals a pure and fragile virgin appearance, which adds a third of fascinating charm.Knowing that this relationship started with her, and that the moral outcome of the future has already been calculated by others, her hand was still sticking to his cool back, slowly stroking his slightly protruding spine, lightly He hooked the belt around his waist tightly, exposing a large white chest very slowly, sighed, and deftly passed the obstacle with his fingers, and hugged the body in front of him tightly.

Don't stop...please.

In the slight pain, she bit her fingertips desperately and masochistically. She tasted the fishy smell in the endless dim darkness, but she cried for no reason.

"Gong He..." She heard his lips whispering, and the moment the lips left her flexible body, it became clearer in the dark night, and it was almost viciously imprinted on her incomplete heart, making her incomplete. Fragmented again.

I can be regarded as consummated... Drowsy, she whispered silently like a sacrifice, helpless, no tears reflected in her eyes, she only knew that this behavior was for herself and him, except for the lingering pain brought by the future thousands of days. There is nothing but the pain of going.

Willingly, fall into the abyss.

However, the warm blood flowing from the lungs to the fingertips was finally burned, and the two figures stared at each other in midair for a long while. Such illusory things could not produce any substantial objects, but the two The moment the pair of clear and mournful eyes met each other, a series of crystal clear water slowly rolled out from the black eye sockets, and smashed to the ground, as if they were about to create a round hole alive.

The moonlight was like a wash when she was young, and the warm light reflected on her face was like a scorching hot spark, which burned the hazy flesh to the boil, and in a trance, she could feel the roasting smell of the rolled meat roll, and greeted her Unnecessary flames soared into the sky, watching Lu Qingyan struggling to stretch out her hands, and slowly hugging Chu Quan who was full of pain.

"First I will be the commander of the three armies of Beili, and then I will be the girl of Gong He in the king's tent..." The fire burned her throat, choking her so much that she couldn't speak, but she still held on to the man's hands tightly and refused to relax for a moment. It wasn't until those hands were burnt to pieces that they couldn't hold anything, then they cried and added, "Chu Quan! I...I..."

The last words were not finished, but they were already wiped out, together with Chu Quan's unknown ghost, which slowly dissipated, and finally turned into a gray and black handwriting on the page again, without a trace.

Chu Quan's heart and soul were controlled and he didn't know where he was wandering. Even though he was forced to create some illusions by the blood of the heart of the Buddhist family, he still couldn't hear or see, and lost his five senses. Tears, he didn't hear a word of the heartfelt words that Lu Qingyan said frankly at the end.

The Buddha's light gradually dissipated, Jingran slowly closed the ancient book, and put it on the shelf. I only wish that this history book soaked in the fiery blood of my heart will not be opened again by future generations. There is no need to tear off the flesh and blood after the emotions are cut and the emotions are still chaotic.

As a wanderer at the end of the world, I am the person in your dream beside your pillow.

One day, he flowed into reincarnation a hundred years ago, but now he is gone; one is obsessed with deep hatred and can't bear to let go, and personally branded his own soul with an indelible mark, but he just doesn't want to go to the underworld to stop the reincarnation of the one he loves.

You and I are delaying each other, even though I don’t know which love words you said back then are true, but I have been reluctant to leave this debt of cause and effect on you. To himself, send her a clear and worry-free afterlife.

"Be careful when boiling medicine. Our place is very crude. You have to hold the handle of the pot carefully. When pouring it out, don't tilt it too much. This thing is not a safe thing. If it is not in the right place, it will slip easily..." While she was taking the medicine, he thought about it, but he just raised his head, and happened to bump into her eyes that were too late to look back, and seeing her with the usual expression, he didn't want to hide at all.

Even though he had a physical relationship, he was still a shy and thin-skinned young man, and he blushed again in an instant: "Ahe?"

She gently put her left hand wrapped in bitter herbs on Chu Quan's shoulder, and slowly covered his reddish cheek with her right hand, rubbing lightly as if lightly: "It's just a small injury, what are you so concerned about?"

Hearing this, the man who had always been taciturn grasped her fingertips tightly and moved closer. Lu Qingyan could even clearly see the tiny beads of sweat dotted on the tip of his nose.

He wanted to speak but stopped several times, he seemed to have finally figured out the words and sentences, and said word by word: "Ah, I have never been so close to any woman, and since I have devoted all my heart and soul to each other, I will recognize you in this life. One person. You are unique to me, and I don't want to see you hurt or hurt...I will blame myself."

She was slightly dazed in such pious, focused and affectionate eyes, and even her heart trembled uncontrollably.

"You are already my wife, I will..." There was such a sudden pause, his tongue was tied again, and it took him a long time to grind out the second half of the sentence, "I will feel distressed."

She stared fixedly at the man with flushed cheeks in front of her, and suddenly burst into tears.

If I can really be just one person in the palace, my family, country and world have nothing to do with me from now on, if foreign enemies invade, I can live and die with this man, how great it would be.

"Lu Qingyan, you are pregnant with the son of a thief but you don't want to purify yourself. Do you know what crime you should have?"

The woman who had been knelt on the ground with her eyebrows lowered and pleasing to the eye from the beginning to the end suddenly raised her head, a cold smile appeared on her pale face, her expression was stern and indifferent, like the iron-blooded general who was invincible on the battlefield came again in armor.

"Sinners have nothing else to ask for, but quick death." Facing the astonished and unspeakable gazes of hundreds of people, she paused every word with unprecedented clarity, "But it's definitely not here."

The face of the patriarch changed drastically: "Light smoke!"

Seeing that the patriarch was about to lose his mask, the military commander at the side rushed out and shouted sharply: "Lu Qingyan! Why aren't you here? You were born as a man of Beili, and you will die as a ghost of this mountain and this river!"

His aura is really good, but it's a pity that Lu Qingyan's thoughts are not on him at all, she just smiled lightly at the patriarch's ashen face, and then knocked her head three times, splashing blood all over her face dripping.

"Between you and me, benevolence and righteousness are exhausted, and the two are clear." She slowly closed her eyes amidst the slowly flowing blood, "Let me go."