[Bao Lian Lantern Heart] Lu Yao Returns to Dream

It has been echoing in my ears for five full months, echoing from winter to spring, and from spring to summer! "

Ao Lie knelt down on the futon beside her and straightened her hair at the sideburns, "If San Shengmu knew, she would definitely not blame you."

"You go, let me serve in front of the Buddha until I get my answer."

Yang Jian is ill

As soon as the light in the room dimmed, a dark and thin man came in cautiously with his body bent.

When Ao Cunxin heard that someone was coming, she stopped prostrating and knelt down, closed her eyes and folded her palms together.The candlelight in front of the Buddha reflected on her porcelain-like face, as if she did not belong to the world.

"Third princess, please save my master." Xiaotiangou knelt down behind Ao Cunxin, his voice hoarse.

Ao Cunxin opened his eyes, glanced at him lightly from the corner of his eye, and said calmly: "Get up quickly, you represent the face of your master, he is such an arrogant person, if he knows that you kneel down so easily to beg for help, he must I will punish you severely."

Seeing her so calm, Xiaotiangou was at a loss for a while, "Little man... the puppy is serious, you should go and see my master."

Ao Cunxin remembered that when they were together day and night in the Yang Mansion, Xiaotiangou had never been so humble, and I don't know which song he sang. "What's wrong with your master? It's nothing more than Miss Chan Xinsang is sad. Did he send you here to interrogate my affairs?"

Xiao Tiangou was so anxious that he was about to cry, but he wasn't the kind of eloquent person, so he had to kneel down and continue to beg two steps: "Don't make fun of the puppy, the master has serious internal injuries, you know, then He was injured by arrows and his muscles and bones were damaged, and he was deeply saddened and mournful, plus the cold poison in his body invaded, and now he is too sick to get up."

The air seemed to be stagnant for a moment, desperately trying to ignore and forget the past events that came up one after another.

Cigarette smoke curls up, bypasses the finger of the Golden Buddha holding the flower, and dissipates invisible.

"I'm not a doctor." She said slowly.

"Then, then you have a good relationship with the Three Holy Mothers. Now that the old man has passed away, don't you go to the Yang Mansion to mourn and remember?"

It's hard for Xiao Tianquan to come up with such a reason, but Ao Cunxin stopped answering him and continued chanting, which was "The Great Compassion Mantra".

Great compassion, the meaning of great compassion, can make the soul reborn in any desired Buddha land.

Everything will disappear, and all that can be left is memory, which cannot be touched, but is so heavily engraved in my heart.

After reading it three times, Xiaotiangou became more and more sad when he heard it. Thinking that Yang Jian was still suffering from illness at this moment, he took two steps forward and cried: "Third princess, did my master make you angry? It was because of his grief that he didn't turn the corner, don't bother with him because of the loss of his loved ones, Xiaotiangou apologized to you on behalf of the owner!"

"Apologize to me?" Ao Cunxin finally turned his head and looked directly at Xiaotiangou, his eyes were red, "Tell me the truth, is the Yang residence waiting for me to pay homage with the murderer's blood just waiting for me to enter the door?" The undeserved soul of the Three Holy Mothers?"

Xiaotiangou turned pale with shock, and said in a panic: "Where did the third princess say that! In the past 2000 years, has my master ever touched a finger of yours? This time about the Sanshengma, he..."

She grabbed Xiao Tiangou by the collar, and she burst into tears as soon as she opened her mouth: "I didn't harm Miss Chan, I didn't! How could I harm Miss Chan! Miss Chan is gone, and I can't wait to go with her! "

"I know, we all know! Even we know, how can the master not know? Even if the Three Realms don't believe you, how can the master not believe it!" Xiao Tiangou knelt at her feet, sobbing in pain: "After all, he is Your ex-husband, for the sake of his painstaking efforts in explaining Meng Po soup for you, you should also be willing to help my master!"

……

The bitter taste of the medicine permeates the room, which is really strange.

She has seen Yang Jian in many appearances, rebellious, gentle, resolute and estranged, silent and forbearing, but she has never seen such a bedridden one.

Speaking of which, in the 2000 years of acquaintance, she has hardly seen Yang Jian showing weakness.

The broken hair was softly attached to the sweaty forehead, and the brows were furrowed, as if he couldn't ignore the discomfort in his body even in a dream.

She couldn't get rid of every layer of discomfort.

Ao Cunxin didn't know when he began to forget, forgot that even though he was a saint, he also had a flesh and blood body and a flesh and blood heart.

When he was warming her, she raised her hand and fanned him, and when he was warming her, she hit him back. Although it was really a misunderstanding, she never asked a question from the beginning to the end——does it hurt?

She stood in front of the sickbed for a long, long time, until she heard half a smack between his lips and teeth, and his eyelashes trembled as if he was about to wake up, then she took two steps back in a daze.

Before she was ready to meet him, his eyes met hers.

She had never seen so much sadness in those star eyes, which made her heart ache.

……

There are three lines of poems on the veil that my second brother wears next to his body, which may have been written by him 17 years ago when he was recovering from his wounds in the Yang Mansion.At that time, he had just returned from the gate of hell, and he coughed up blood every day. He probably thought that he would not survive. I hope you can stay by his side.Don't blame him anymore, okay?

……

Ao Cunxin's mind went blank, she took two steps back in a daze, probably because she backed up a little faster, so that Yang Jian thought she was going to leave, and even struggling to get up, she struggled to get out of bed and strode towards her forearm .The days of illness had already made his legs weak, and when he couldn't stand still, he just touched her forearm, and he lost his center of gravity and fell to his knees.

That moment seemed to be very long and very clear.Ao Cunxin couldn't support his elbow, fearing that he would bump into him again, she quickly stretched out her right leg to support his knee, and fell down, cushioning him before he hit the hard ground.After all, Yang Jian is not an ordinary person. The instinct of a martial artist makes his body respond faster than his brain. He barely supports the ground with his left hand, and protects Ao Cunxin's head with his right in time, which prevents her from falling stupid.

She gasped, not because she was hurt by Yang Jian, but because Sanshoujiao mentioned that Yang Jian's shoulder blade was broken, and she knew that he couldn't stand such a big move.

His sight was not focused, as if he couldn't see clearly because he got up too hastily for a while, it was not as sharp as before, but a little more hazy and soft.

Those shallow pupils were as pale as amber, as before.

This person is her.

"You're back." The dry voice broke her panicky daze, "I thought you'd never come back again, Cun Xin."

Her heart trembled, "Yes, I'm here. Did you hurt from the fall?"

"No pain."

"You're duplicity."

"I've always been like this, and so have you."

"I?"

He was wearing a thin shirt loosely, and his right shoulder was wrapped with thick gauze, the blood color was quickly visible to the naked eye.She was used to looking at his skin, but she had been away for many years, and felt a little embarrassed at such a close distance. She tried to push him, but he pressed him even tighter.

"It was not your intention to hurt her, the person who killed Yinhema was not you at all."

Ao Cunxin didn't know what he was talking about, she was shocked, "Yinhema is dead?"

……

"This horse is called Yinhe."

"Good name."

"If you like it, I will give it to you."

……

It's fate...

How can there be a silver-haired man with two hearts, where can he rein in and gallop a horse?

The four eyes met, she was still being pressed tightly, it was not easy to directly ask "Why are you holding me down", and just said: "You have a good rest, I should go."

"You are in a hurry to leave, why do you want to come?"

Ao Cunxin felt a little embarrassed, and raised her hand to push his weak right arm, but he grabbed his hand and pressed it hard against the wound, which made her almost feel the terrible blood hole under the layers of gauze.

"Yang Jian, you are crazy! Let go!"

Yang Jian didn't show any expression of pain, as if he had been numb from the pain these days, "Cun Xin, I shouldn't have treated you like that, Yang Jian knew it was wrong."

She had never heard such soft words from him, and she didn't know what the words were talking about, and she thought that he might have lost his mind.

The arm he was supporting suddenly lost strength, and he suddenly moved closer to her.

A drop of slightly salty water rolled into her lips, with a slight astringency, but it was not hers.

"Yang Jian..." She didn't expect him to cry in front of her, as if the chaos of his illness had also infected her, making her in a trance.She closed her eyes and couldn't bear to look at the mist in his eyes, so she patted his back with her arms around her, like patting a lost child.

In this link, he touched a strange scar through the thin shirt.I am used to it, but I am not used to it.

On the wedding night, he was angry with her and left, and the next day was the day when he went to Yuanshi Tianzun to serve the Zhou family, and he left for several years.When the two of them really became husband and wife, she was indeed frightened by the deep and shallow scars on his body who had been pampered since childhood.Maybe she admired his appearance more in the past, but it wasn't until that night that she began to know the real him, the man who was filled with pain and hatred throughout his youth.

Now more than 600 years have passed, and the word "Yang Jian" has long been called an obsession by her.

She hugged his head against her forehead, sobbing uncontrollably: "I really miss Miss Chan, really, but I dare not even see her in my dreams..."

For five full months, she could only cry in front of the Buddha with her heart full of sorrow, but the golden Buddha statue just smiled and said nothing. Only at this moment, she got a sincere response from his burning arms.

His breath and voice are soft and soft: "What is self-suffering, it makes me feel sad."

……

The news of Yang Jian's illness had spread to Mount Hua long ago. Although Liu Yanchang was troubled, he still asked Chen Xiang to visit Guanjiangkou and perform the courtesy of a younger generation. .

Compared with Chen Xiang and his son, Xiao Yu was caught in the middle with a heartache, and he communicated with the Yang family through letters.jiao dog two