An Empire as a Betrothal Gift

Every time the King of Qin left the palace, there was a big battle, accompanied by a luxurious guard of honor, the forbidden army cleared the way along the road, and the common people gathered around to watch, full of style.Of course, it is also full of trouble.

So now they are only sitting in a low-key carriage, with the blue curtains hanging down, blocking the lively street scene outside.

No different from any horse-drawn carriage on the street.

They are traveling in secret this time.

Ji Yue is dressed very homely today, wearing a stone blue gown, and his beautiful features are hidden under the bamboo hat, making him look a bit gentle.

He gave another bamboo hat to Wei Lian who was also dressed in green: "Put this on later."

Ganquan Temple is full of incense, and there are often wives of nobles and officials and ladies who go to the mountain to burn incense and worship Buddha.Ji Yue and Wei Lian had extraordinary identities, if they were recognized on the mountain, they would have to go to war again.

Wei Lian nodded slightly.

The carriage drove all the way to Bailu Mountain outside the city.At the foot of the mountain, the carriage could no longer move forward, and one had to walk up the mountain.Many official carriages also stopped here, and well-maintained ladies and veiled daughters got out of them.

Wei Lian put on the bamboo hat, the white gauze hanging down covered her delicate face, and leaned over to open the curtain.

It was raining last night, the air was still slightly humid, and the sky was quite cloudy.There are quite a few people wearing bamboo hats, but they are not particularly eye-catching.

But the moment he and Ji Yue came down, still attracted many people's attention.After all, in Bailu Mountain, where there are mostly female guests, the sudden appearance of two outstanding young gentlemen always makes people pay more attention.Even if the appearance is covered up, the demeanor of the whole body cannot be concealed.

I don't know which family's husband it is.

The long stone steps stretched all the way, and they were already crowded with people.Many girls stay in the deep boudoir all year round, lack of strength, and the road is slippery after rain, so they always stop to rest for a while after walking a few steps.

Ji Yue didn't like crowds, so he held Wei Lian's hand: "Let's go another way."

Wei Lian raised his eyes and let Ji Yue pull him away.

Back Mountain.

Looking at the mottled stone steps overgrown with weeds and the muddy path washed by the rain, Wei Lian pondered for a moment and asked sincerely, "Where is the way?"

Ji Yue raised his chin: "Front."

Wei Lian turned around and left.

Why didn't he take that broad avenue, instead of coming here to dirty his shoes.

Young Master Lian who has a slight obsession with cleanliness is very disgusted.

Ji Yue laughed behind him and said, "Wei Lian, can't your qinggong not guarantee that the soles of your shoes will not get dusty, and the leaves will not get on your body?"

Wei Lian paused and turned back.

"Of course I can."

The two looked at each other, and rushed out at the same time, the two figures shuttled through the forest extremely quickly, like arrows leaving the string.

Green and slender bamboos are planted all over the mountains and fields, and the dewdrops after the rain stay on them, making them green.The two had excellent lightness skills, and they moved forward quickly with the strength of the bamboo, and their feet barely touched the ground.

The head-on wind rushed in with fresh air, blowing away Wei Lian's bamboo hat and veil.The young man has picturesque features and a blue shirt with a folded fan, as if blending in with the surrounding green fields and forests.

In a short while, they set foot on the flat ground built on the mountainside.

Ji Yue landed before Wei Lian.The next moment, Wei Lian also stopped beside him.

Both of them breathed steadily, their bodies were fresh and clean.

Ji Yue looked sideways and said, "You are one step slower."

He raised his hand and brushed off a bamboo leaf on Wei Lian's hat.

Wei Lian replied calmly, "There is mud on the sole of your shoe."

After landing, he didn't move a step, trying to wipe off the mud on the soles of his shoes, did you think he wouldn't notice?

Ji Yue: "..."

Ji Yue admired him: "Wei Shaoxia is very skilled, I lost."

Wei Lian didn't bother to talk to this childish ghost.

He turned his head to look at the road the two had just walked up—or rather, the road they flew up was covered with mud and the distance was far away, as if the road had not been repaired.

If an ordinary person walks up step by step, he will be exhausted to death.

Wei Lian said, "How do you know that there is still a road behind the mountain?"

Ji Yue said: "I have lived in Ganquan Temple for a while, so I know it naturally. Every day, the little monks in the temple go down this road to carry water."

Wei Lian said: "...that's not a little novice monk, that's called an ascetic monk."

Is this road a human can walk!

Ji Yueyang smiled a little: "Aren't you curious why I lived in Ganquan Temple?"

Because he was traveling privately, he no longer called himself "solitary".

The bamboo forest is luxuriant, and the back mountain is remote. There are only the two of them here, which is quite quiet and leisurely.

Wei Lian said, "It's not difficult to guess."

Ji Yue: "Oh?"

"I guess, every time you win a battle and come back from the battlefield, you will stay in Ganquan Temple for a few days." Wei Lian glanced at him.

Ji Yue was startled.

"You once said that you don't believe in ghosts and gods, and you don't even believe in Buddha even if you think about it." Wei Lian watched him quietly, "But you also said that in order to save...my concubine, you would rather believe it."

Ji Yue's concubine mother is also his concubine mother.

"You really don't like killing people."

"I don't like war, blood, separation, but doing such things." Wei Lian said softly, "If you don't do these things, someone will always do them. You just can do them faster and let this end earlier."

Ji Yue has never been bloodthirsty, does not like to kill, and is not a tyrant.But he had to.

Some people raised the butcher's knife to protect the common people.

But after all, it can't erase the fact that it is full of crimes.

Wei Lian patted him on the shoulder: "I know you are very tired."

How can a person not be tired after carrying so much and holding on for so long?

In the year when Ji Yue quelled the civil strife among his relatives, the internal situation in Qin was chaotic. The 15-year-old young emperor seemed to be far from the age to be a great leader.

Qin is a piece of fat in the eyes of all countries, waiting to be carve up by a group of wily foxes.

So... he strikes first.

He launched nine wars in 12 years and was invincible. He was also cast aside by the world, bearing countless infamy and hated by others.

Ji Yue's hand holding the knife is always steady.

He killed people without blinking an eye on the battlefield, and Yan Luo's name spread all over the world.

But he didn't know that the cold-faced and ruthless Yan Luo was the one who was most tired of all this and wanted to end it all as soon as possible.Every time a battle is won, when the whole country celebrates, their supreme king needs to clean up in the temple to dispel the lingering nightmare, and needs to ask Jingchen to rescue the souls of those who died in battle to resolve the deep mourning .

He wasn't afraid, just sad.

Even the people in the Qin Palace forgot that their majesty was just a boy who liked rabbits very much at first.

It is too cruel to let a boy who likes rabbits take on the responsibility of the king of troubled times.

These were things that Ji Yue never said, but Wei Lian could understand.

Wei Lian hugged him tenderly, with a hint of reassurance.

Ji Yue's eyes drooped slightly, and their light trembled slightly, like a thin layer of snow falling on a cedar that had been tough and upright for a long time.

Then, spring breeze turns into rain.

"Ahem!" A cough interrupted their embrace.

"Buddhist holy land, the two benefactors are careful."

Wei Lian immediately separated from Ji Yue, but they were still holding hands tightly.

The visitor had a look of "no sight".

It was a young monk, about 25, dressed in a monk's robe, and looked very handsome.

If he grows his hair and returns to vulgarity, he will be a young master Pianpian.

Ji Yue said, "Master Jingchen."

Wei Lian: "?!"

He heard Ji Yue talk about Master Jingchen.

It is said that he has high morality, high morals and profound conduct, and he is also the abbot of the temple.

Shouldn't it be an old man with a fluttering white beard?

Ji Yue explained: "Although Master Jingchen is young, his seniority is high, and his cultivation is also advanced."

Jing Chen was highly praised: "Amitabha, the donor is too honored."

But the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't be suppressed no matter how hard he tried.

Wei Lian: "... Hello, Master."

Jing Chen smiled and said, "Okay, okay."

Wei Lian: "."

This doesn't look like a good monk at all...

"Benefactor Ji, we meet again." Jing Chen returned to the topic, "The poor monk and Benefactor Ji are old acquaintances, and now I want to catch up with Benefactor Ji. I wonder if this benefactor can avoid it for the time being?"

Wei Lian looked at Ji Yue, who nodded slightly.

Wei Lian looked away: "Then I'll go to the front yard to offer incense first."

The winding path leads to a secluded place, and the flowers and trees in the meditation room are deep.Lush forests and bamboos, birds singing in spring streams, morning bells and evening drums, gurgling water.

The quiet environment is very suitable for self-cultivation.This is also the reason why Ji Yue always calmed down here after the war in the past.

Otherwise, just after leaving the bloody battlefield, it would drive him crazy to return to the deep palace cage that brought him many bad memories.

The two sat opposite each other in the courtyard, and there were two teacups on the stone table.

Jing Chen hit the nail on the head: "The benefactor Ji came here for the incident of the Tianrui star's mutation."

Ji Yue's expression changed: "Yes."

"The person who told you about this matter is right." Jingchen changed his unreliable appearance before, and his tone was a little dignified, "Catastrophe is about to happen, and there will be bloody disasters in the southeast."

Southeast again.

Ji Yue asked, "Is it possible to get through this disaster safely?"

Jingchen said: "Yes. But I'm afraid...it's too late. If we want to turn the tide, there is only one way."

"The law of averting catastrophe lies in the benefactor beside you just now."

Ji Yue's eyes darkened: "What do you mean by that?"

Jingchen brewed a cup of tea for herself: "That benefactor has a fairy fate."

Ji Yue: "...?"

Wei Lian is an extraordinary existence.

The real dragon's fate is not enough, has the fairy fate come out?

"Don't worry too much, benefactor Ji. That benefactor is a man in the world, and his fate should be extremely precious." Jingchen used the word "should be", which made Ji Yue's heart sink.

What is supposed to be?

Jingchen continued, "He has immortal energy on him... probably because of a chance, he was granted the ability by someone outside the world, and it happened to be useful in this calamity. Only he can resolve this calamity. "

But the price may be... burying himself.

Outsiders...?

Ji Yue immediately thought of Wei Lian's elusive master.

The world is full of wonders, and there are always some things beyond ordinary people's cognition.The people burn incense and worship Buddha, believe in ghosts and gods, the court sacrifices to pray for rain, and divination of good and bad luck. Ordinary people have always been in awe of heaven, earth and nature.

And in this world, there must be some people outside the world who are cultivating immortality.Throughout the history, many kings have been seeking the elixir of life all their lives, longing to see the traces of immortals in order to live forever.

It's just that those existences all hide from the world and live in seclusion, and don't interfere in human affairs.

Ji Yue hurriedly said: "Then is he safe?"

Jingchen shook his head: "The poor monk saw... death and calamity entangled, there are more dangers than fortunes."

Ji Yue's pupils shrank.

"Ji Yue!" Wei Lian squeezed out from the crowd, saw Ji Yue walking towards him, his eyes lit up, and he ran over.

Ji Yue looked up: "Huh?"

"I asked for a peace talisman for you. The master consecrated it." Wei Lian put the peace talisman into Ji Yue's hand, "You must wear it to keep you safe."

Ji Yue looked at the peace talisman in his hand, a little stunned.

"What did you talk to that master about?" Wei Lian asked casually.

Ji Yue was quiet, put the peace talisman in his hand, shook his head and smiled, "It's nothing."

"It's just reminiscing about the past."

The author has something to say:

It's not a cultivating essay, it's not an abuse essay, don't use your imagination.

Do you know what kind of story I pieced together after sorting out the plot development guessed in the comment area?

[Wei Lian and Ji Yue misunderstood each other, and there was a estrangement in their hearts. After the poisonous death fled, he became king and Ji Yue faced each other with swords, and finally Ji Yue died]

This is the plot that some people guessed. It was so terrifying that I couldn't help thinking about my sweet text label.