In my previous life, I actually regarded slag Gong as a treasure!

The winter is coming, the leaves are falling, and Nuo Da's palace is becoming more and more empty.

When he was in it, he always felt empty in his heart, with a feeling of heart palpitations.

There are often songs and dances in the palace, and there are often musicians playing music, but he still feels empty.

During this period of time, he felt more and more cold, and his body was covered with a thick layer of clothes.

His body seems to have deteriorated a lot, but he is very happy.

"You let me live well, and I live well. But life, old age, sickness and death cannot be avoided as long as you live well. I will obey your words. When I die, you can't avoid seeing me."

He whispered, coughing suddenly.

He was coughing badly, expecting to cough up blood, but his palms were empty and there was nothing.

He was suddenly disappointed.

In the blink of an eye, several years have passed.

The decoration in the palace remained unchanged, especially the emperor's bedroom, which was almost exactly the same.

And the residence of the emperor is exactly the same as the previous palace.

Many monks and Taoists came to the palace.

The outside world said that the emperor was too old to bear to die, so he began to search for immortals like other emperors.

Those monks and Taoist priests thought so too.

However, after entering the palace, they discovered that what they were doing was not alchemy, but evocation of souls.

spiritualism.

"I can't wait any longer, I want to see him." The cold and powerful emperor in front of outsiders had a hint of panic in his voice.

"Xiao Luan, if you don't come to look for me, I will look for you." He said.

Among those monks and Taoists, some are capable, but they can't find a trace of this person's soul when they go to heaven and earth.

If the soul enters hell, it will be reincarnated. If it cannot be found, it means that the soul of that person is not in this world at all.

They reported the result to the emperor.

"Not here? He's not here?"

The emperor suddenly laughed, and then walked out the door.

The monks and priests all felt that the laughter was a little scary, not like laughing, but crying.

The monks and priests were sent out of the palace, and the whole palace became quiet.

The emperor still went to court every day, diligent and serious.

However, the courtiers all felt that although the emperor was in his prime, he was like an empty shell without a soul.

Year by year.

The emperor in his forties suddenly fell ill, and the imperial doctors were at a loss what to do.

The whole country is full of sadness.

However, the emperor was not sad at all.

Zheng Lianyi was by the bed, sobbing softly. Next to her was a boy about ten years old, whose eyes were also red.

"Why are you crying?" He smiled.

Zheng Lianyi was a little angry: "You are like this, I don't cry, do you still laugh?"

"Hong Yi is ten years old, but I can take care of the world, and I can leave with peace of mind." He looked at the boy with a trace of affection on his face, "He is your child, and your Zheng family must protect him."

He slowly closed his eyes, and a face suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, the face of a young man, especially with a bit of childishness.

……

He Zhinian suddenly opened his eyes, the feeling of emptiness in his heart was still there.

Sadness and longing are all so clear.

He Zhinian got up from the bed and ran outside.

Soon, he found the boy who was enjoying the cool under the tree.

He Zhinian rushed over directly, walked up to Jiang Luan, and hugged him tightly into his arms.

Jiang Luan was hugged so tightly that he could hardly breathe.

He could feel He Zhinian's uneasiness, he felt a little distressed, he didn't move, and let him hold him.

"Xiao Luan, I finally found you." He whispered.

Jiang Luan froze for a moment.

He Zhinian is still He Zhinian, but it seems to be a little different, like something has been added.

Jiang Luan raised his head, looked at He Zhinian's face, and suddenly felt that his eyes were very familiar.

Zhao Shu...

Jiang Luan's heart suddenly flooded with a lot of emotion, and his eyes couldn't help turning red.

It's really Zhao Zhi.

He thought he would never see Zhao Zhi again.

They couldn't see each other again, so he tried to restrain himself.

And when he saw Zhao Zhi, Jiang Luan knew that he liked Zhao Zhi so much.

He misses Zhao Zhi very much, misses him very much.

The two hugged each other tightly.

Jiang Luan raised his head, looking at the cinnabar mole between He Zhinian's eyebrows.

At this moment, Jiang Luan finally knew where the cinnabar mole came from.

This cinnabar mole is him.

Jiang Luan straightened his upper body, and kissed He Zhinian's cinnabar mole.

And at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in Jiang Luan's ear.

Resentment value +10.

"Congratulations to the client for completing the task."

This was originally the most pleasant voice in the eyes of the tasker, but it sounded like a life-threatening to Jiang Luan.

Jiang Luan's face turned pale.

He Zhinian quickly noticed the change in his face: "Xiao Luan, what's wrong?"

A smile appeared on Jiang Luan's face: "I'll tell you in a few days."

He Zhinian frowned.

Jiang Luan kissed his forehead again, with a coquettish tone: "Be obedient."

He Zhinian's frowning brows loosened.

In the next few days, the two were almost stuck together.

Eat together, sleep together, bathe together...

The two walked hand in hand in the mansion, went shopping in the city, and didn't care about other people's eyes at all.

Everyone was shocked when they saw He Zhinian's appearance.Gentle and refined, with tenderness in his eyebrows, he is completely different from the previous ruthless He Family Patriarch.

They became even more curious about the teenagers around He Zhinian.

Before, so many stunning girls could not catch his eyes, but now he was captured by this young man.

The news about He Zhinian and Jiang Luan quickly spread throughout Yunzhou City.

Jiang Luan couldn't help but blushed when he heard those discussions: "Zhao Zhi, don't you think this is not good?"

Zhao Zhu raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong? Aren't they all telling the truth?"

Jiang Luan had nothing to say, and those with thick skins were fearless.

In a blink of an eye, ten days passed.

Jiang Luan found that his body suddenly lacked strength. He tried twice but didn't get up.

Zhao Zhu looked at him, suddenly seemed to think of something, his face turned pale.

Jiang Luan waved at him: "Come here."

Zhao Zhu walked in front of him and hugged his waist: "I'm going to find a doctor. But the wind and cold?"

Zhao Zhu turned to leave, but Jiang Luan held him back.

"It's almost time."

Zhao Zhu bit his lip, clenched his hands tightly into fists, and did not speak.

Jiang Luan held Zhao Zhu's hand tightly, and Zhao Zhu's hand gradually loosened, looking at Jiang Luan tenderly.

"Xiao Luan, what's going on? Tell me."

Jiang Luan pursed his lips and told Zhao Chu about the mission.

"Now, the mission has been completed, and I am leaving to enter the next world."

Zhao Zhu nodded: "I will always follow you."

Jiang Luan stretched out his hand, stroked the cinnabar mole on Zhao Zhi's forehead, and smiled.