Princess of the Past and Present

Immortal Lord Lanzhou, who was hidden not far away, put away the fairy seal in his hand, and the lotus flowers that bloomed in pieces instantly withered and withered, and that short-term prosperity no longer existed.

The person in his arms looked serene and serene, his pale thin lips were pursed lightly, and it was not obvious that he was out of breath at all, as if he was simply asleep.

A tear ran down Mu Jin's chin and fell on the cheek of the man in his arms.He lowered his head, looked at the peaceful face of the person in his arms, and raised his trembling hand to wipe away the tear that fell on his cheek just now.

One drop was wiped away, and there was still a steady stream of tears dripping down. When everything was silent, the sound of tears dripping was clearly audible.

Have you ever lost the love of your life?

The sky gradually darkened, and the half-person-high lotus leaf blocked the setting sun. The lone boat floated on the lake, shrouded in the shadow of the lotus leaf, and everything around was only the outline.

As night fell, the surroundings fell into a boundless darkness, and the person in his arms could no longer be seen.

The so-called despair is not about falling into endless darkness, but about trying your best but being unable to keep your most important person.

The so-called heart-piercing is not that something goes wrong, but watching the most important person leave and never seeing each other again.

The so-called love is not just meeting someone who makes you blush and heartbeat, but when you find that you love someone, you can't live without him.

Buddha said: There are eight sufferings in life, birth, old age, sickness, death, love and parting, very long, can't ask for it, can't let it go.

In the darkness, there was a slight whisper, and he listened carefully to hear it. He was reciting: Moshuang Moshuang, Moshangshuang, like snow but not snow, cold to the bone, clear and flawless...

"Your Highness! Young Master! Your Highness! Young Master..."

The voices of Dong Ling and the guards were heard not far away. Mu Jin and Mo Shuang hadn't returned for a long time, so they went out to look for them on a painted boat.

Seven or eight lanterns were lit on the painting boat, getting closer and closer, the dim light blurred the two figures on the boat.Dong Ling was the first to notice, "It's over there! Young Master and His Highness are over there!"

The boatman shook the oars and gradually approached the boat sideways. Mu Jin didn't move at all, as if he didn't notice the approaching boat.

Dong Ling shouted: "Your Highness!"

Mu Jin raised his head slowly, staring blankly at the painting boat in front of him. With the faint light, he lowered his head to look at the person in his arms, and gently stroked his cheek, "It's getting dark, let's go back."

It's just that no one responded to him.A guard came down and joined the boat and the boat together.

Mu Jin stood up slowly holding him, walked to the bow of the boat step by step, and got on the boat.Dong Ling leaned over and looked at Mo Shuang in his arms, tears streaming down his face, "Master, what's wrong?"

Mu Jin said in a hoarse voice: "He is asleep, don't wake him up."

The tip of Dong Ling's nose was sore, she quickly covered her mouth, tears kept streaming down her face, a guard came over and patted her on the shoulder, "Don't cry."

Dong Ling put his face on the guard's shoulder and sobbed, "My lord, he's gone."

Mu Jin brought Mo Shuang back to the inn, put him on the couch, pulled the quilt to cover him, and smoothed his temple hair with his fingers.Then, he also got on the couch and lay beside Mo Shuang.Just like usual, they slept on the same bed, sharing a soft pillow and a brocade quilt.

It seems that nothing has changed, but in fact, everything has changed.

The candles in the room were kept on all night, and Mu Jin's eyes were not closed all night. He looked at him quietly, without room for other things in his sight, and held Mo Shuang's cold hand.

The next morning, when the dawn dawned, Mu Jin, who hadn't slept all night, got up, wiped his face and hands, smoothed his temples, and leaned over to kiss his forehead.

He said softly, "The weather is also very good today. Where do you want to go? I'll go with you."

The man with a peaceful face remained motionless.

Yesterday, one of Mu Jin's guards rushed to Lingyun Mountain overnight to invite Li Chen, Taoist priest of Lingyun Temple.

It was not noon when Li Chen hurried over on his horse.

Dong Ling wiped his red and swollen eyes, and cried, "Your Highness took you to Tingyu Lake."

A group of people rushed to Tingyu Lake immediately.

There is a green grassland beside Tingyu Lake, and a row of green willows grow neatly on the grassland. The grass is green, the willows are green, and the water is also green, making the purple and white figures very conspicuous.

Mu Jin was sitting under the willow tree by the lake, holding the lifeless man in white in his arms, as if he would never let go.

Li Chen stood three steps away, looking at Mo Shuang who was breathless with distress, and some crystal tears accumulated in his eyes.He moved his lips and said in a deep voice: "Your Highness, let him be buried in peace."

Mu Jin hugged the person in his arms tightly and didn't answer.

"He can't rest in peace with you like this."

Mu Jin looked down at the person in his arms, raised his hand to caress his eyebrows, and remained silent.

The tomb site was chosen by Li Chen, and it was on a hill not far from Tingyu Lake.

Li Chen said: "He rarely left Lingyun Mountain. Seven years ago, I took him down the mountain for the first time and passed by here. At that time, the lotus in Tingyu Lake was in full bloom."

Mo Shuang also said that she likes to listen to the lotus flowers in Yuhu Lake.

Therefore, the tomb site was chosen in a place where lotus flowers can be seen.

Mu Jin gently put him into the cypress coffin and stroked his cheek.Mo Shuang lay quietly in the coffin, her expression still peaceful, her hands folded in her abdomen.Li Chen closed the coffin lid slowly, and Mu Jin looked at the peaceful face without blinking.

Once the coffin lid is closed, it can no longer be seen.There was the sound of nailing the coffin, and tears flowed down the cheeks, hitting the cypress coffin.

In the vision blurred by tears, the black wooden coffin was slowly inserted into the earth pit dug in advance.Li Chen squatted down and sprinkled the first handful of soil on the black wooden coffin.The soil sprinkled on the wooden coffin accumulated more and more, and after a while it completely buried the wooden coffin.

No one in this world can see the face of that peerless man, only this tomb can be seen.

At this time, a large group of white butterflies flew from the sky, and the butterflies circled the tomb, fluttering up and down, and never left for a long time.Green grass and wild flowers slowly grew on the tomb. The flowers were the size of a fingernail and were pure white in color without any blemishes.

Green grass and white flowers covered the entire tomb, and the white butterfly finally merged into one, flew to Mu Jin, and circled around him.

Mu Jin looked at the white butterfly, raised his hand slightly, and the white butterfly landed on his hand.

is it you?

Mo Shuang...

From that day on, on the hill near Tingyu Lake, there was a simple house made of hundreds of bamboos, with a bedroom and a living room.

Outside the dormitory is a tomb covered with green grass and dotted with white wild flowers.

A man in his early twenties lived in the bamboo house. He cleaned the tomb outside the house every day and added a stick of incense every day, which never stopped.

One month later, the emperor issued an imperial decree to summon Prince Mu Jin to return to Beijing quickly, but he insisted on staying.

The delicate and expensive Yuan Yuzhi also traveled to Lingzhou, standing not far away, looking at Mu Jin kneeling in front of the grave, "Your Highness, why are you doing this?"

"You shouldn't be here, he definitely doesn't want to see you." Raising his hand to caress the tombstone, Mu Jin said: "It's also my fault, you have hurt him countless times, but I didn't protect him well."

Yuan Yuzhi was silent for a long time before she opened her mouth, "Your Highness, follow me back to Beijing. I can't do without you, and the court can't do without you!"

"My heart is dead, and I'm buried here, so I won't go anywhere in this life."

"Your Highness..."

"You go, Mo Shuang likes to be clean, you will only disturb him here."

Yuan Yuzhi left dejectedly.He finally understood that even the imperial decree could make Mu Jin go back, so what if she came?

A gust of wind blew by, and the small white wildflowers on the tomb moved slightly, and a white butterfly broke into sight.Mu Jin raised his hand to let the butterfly rest on it, and said, "Where have you been these few days?"

The white butterfly moved its tentacles and lay quietly on his hand.Mu Jin touched its wings lightly with the pulp of his index finger, the force couldn't be lighter, for fear of hurting it.

In a blink of an eye, the lotus flowers in Tingyu Lake withered, leaving only the remnants of lotus leaves on the lake, which was desolate.There was another gust of wind, and it was slightly cool, but it was already autumn.

The surrounding trees and weeds are gradually turning yellow, and even the leaves of evergreen trees tend to be old green, no longer the fresh green of spring.Only the low grass and fingernail wildflowers on the grave are still as tender as they were at first, not a single flower has withered, and not a single grass has withered.

Li Chen walked over the withered grass with a jug of wine.

These days, he comes here every once in a while.

Mu Jin looked at the jug of wine in his hand, "Mo Shuang doesn't drink."

"The wine is for you." Li Chen walked into the room with the jug in hand, and Mu Jin followed him into the room and took out two cups.

Li Chen poured two glasses of wine and put one in front of Mu Jin, "Wine is a good thing, it can help you forget everything."

Mu Jin held the glass and refused to drink for a long time, "But I don't want to forget."

Li Chen picked up a glass of wine and drank it, put down the glass, looked at him and said: "If he has knowledge, he will never want to see you like this."

Mu Jin looked at the wine in the glass, and his image was reflected on the surface of the wine.

Li Chen said: "He wholeheartedly wants you to become a wise monarch, and now you are living a decadent life, if he sees it, how will he react?"

Mu Jin said slowly: "It is impossible for a person without a heart to take on the heavy responsibility of the community." After finishing speaking, he raised his head and drank the wine in his glass.

"Then you are willing to hide here for the rest of your life."

A wry smile slowly appeared on Mu Jin's face, "It's not because I'm unwilling, but because my heart is here, and I can't go anywhere." He picked up the jug and poured himself a glass of wine, and drank it up.

Li Chen looked at him, speechless.

When I woke up in the morning, the grass on the ground was covered with a thin layer of white powder, which was frost.

It turned out that it was the end of autumn and the beginning of winter. It turned out that he had been away for half a year.

Mu Jin stepped on the frost under his feet, making a creaking sound.When I came to the tomb, my palm was pressed against the tombstone, and a bone-chilling feeling spread all over my body.He squatted down slowly, moved his hands down the top of the tombstone, and ran his fingers over the words "Tomb of Beloved Wife Moshuang".

Moshuang Moshuang, Moshangshuang, like snow but not snow, cold to the bone, clear and flawless.

Mu Jin looked at the word 'Moshuang' on the tombstone, and said softly: "There is frost today, maybe, it will snow soon. The snowflakes are flying, thousands of miles of plain white, you must like it."

At this time, a white butterfly flew over and stopped on the tombstone.

Mu Jin looked at him with a smile on his lips, "It's so cold, why did you come out?"

Immediately, he stretched out his hand, "Come on, follow me back to the house."

The author has something to say: update.It ends tomorrow.

I will open a short story at that time, I hope everyone can continue to support ^_^