Granny Meng gave her a bowl of soup

Mr. Xu never dreamed that she would have such a day, what is she?

Has the messenger of the underworld become the ambassador of Spring Dream?

For dreams.

Song Wanyue is obviously already familiar with it. This time, the two of them came to a beach, and the blue sea water spread up little by little with the rippling waves.

The sun is just right, the breeze is gentle, and it also has the same lemon fragrance as Ming Yu's body.

When Xiao Mingyu entered the dream, she was holding Wanyue in her arms. She naturally knew how the dream came about, but she was worried that if she was pulled into the dream again and again, she would be panicked.

She had no idea who the main dreamer of this dream was.

She thought that she was dragging Wan Yue into her dream through Mr. Xu, but she didn't know that everything here was due to the stubborn attachment in Wan Yue's heart.

After the two gradually settled down, Ming Yu has been busy all the time. The trip she talked about has been postponed again and again. Wan Yue always thinks that when she proposes and Ming Yu agrees, then the honeymoon trip will not be rejected. She thinks Go to see the sea.

Every time Wanyue faces the sea, she feels calm.

And the smell that permeated the air made her nostalgic for it.

Song Wanyue woke up in Xiao Mingyu's arms, she raised her hand, and touched that familiar face little by little.

Her movements were too light and eager, which made Xiao Mingyu feel sad, "What's wrong?"

She grabbed Wanyue's hand and interlocked her fingers. Song Wanyue looked at her, her long eyelashes fluttering, and Mingyu's figure was in her eyes: "Mingyu."

You can see her clearly, that's what she looks like.

"Well, I'm here."

"Ming Yu."

It's her taste.

"I'm here."

"Ming Yu..."

It's her body temperature.

"I am here……"

Xiao Mingyu didn't know what was wrong, his nose was sore and his eye circles were red from being called "Mingyu" by Wanyue.

She could hear the grievance and unwillingness in Wan Yue's heart, but she didn't understand why, so she could only hug her tightly.

The tide spread like a wave, engulfing the two of them, and with the sunlight changing from strong to weak, it caressed their bodies little by little.

Xiao Mingyu grabbed both hands of Wan Yue, raised them up, and looked into her eyes: "You are mine."

She is hers alone.

It was Wan Yue who told her.

Whether it is life or death, they can only be each other.

Song Wanyue's hands were clasped, her eyes were still full of warmth, she nodded slightly, and murmured: "I love you."

……

Love to the bone, nothing can stop it.

Even if a moth can fight a fire, she can even give her everything for Xiao Mingyu.

She is not wronged that she will gradually lose her five senses, but that she is unable to properly accompany her Ming Yu in the last month.

The next time we meet, she really doesn't know when it will be.

She will not seek death.

Because she has something in her heart.

Huang Lan is Ming Yu's only relative in this world, how can she let her go?

……

The waves roared, again and again, intermittently and lingeringly, until the sun set.

Under Xiao Mingyu's care, Song Wanyue turned into a puddle of water. She put her arms around her neck and endured everything she had. Looking at the faded sky, a tear rolled down the corner of her eye.

It's time to say goodbye again, right?

She should be satisfied to have this moment of lingering, so how can she look forward to day and night?

In the sky, a black cloud rolled up. Mr. Xu put his hands behind his back and looked down at everything below. Granny Meng beside her sighed: "You really want to do this?"

Mr. Xu nodded his head, and Granny Meng pursed her lips, and tapped the face of the cloud lightly with the cane in her hand: "Aren't you afraid of punishment?"

Mr. Xu shook his head, and when she raised her hand, a large black cloud surged. For a moment, everything changed.

……

Wake up again.

Song Wanyue was not in the carriage, she did not hear the sound of the train tracks, but sat condescendingly on a seat engraved with Tenglong.

Here, it can be described as resplendent and magnificent.

Bright candles were burning on the left and right sides, the seventh on the left and the seventh on the right, while the ground below the stage was red, surging like blood, faintly glowing with cold light.

The entire palace seemed to be suspended in the silence of a dark night, with no foundation and no landing point.

Song Wanyue was a little confused for a while, where is this?

The main hall was empty, only the breeze was blowing, and there was a scent of flowers that had never been smelled in the wind, and under Song Wanyue's seat, there was a black one-meter-high divine beast that was full of energy.

Said to be a divine beast, it can be seen that its deity should be a dog.

It's just that it is different from a dog in terms of aura and body shape. Its hair is shiny, and there are crimson flame signs in its eyes, and it looks like a hill when it sits there.

Song Wanyue stared at it, as if sensing that gaze, it turned its head to look at Song Wanyue, and exhaled two balls of air from its nose, which actually turned into a red flame in mid-air.

Song Wanyue: ...

What dream is she having?

While she was in a daze, the door was pushed open, and a man dressed in white who looked like a fairy walked in.

Song Wanyue looked at him, her heart skipped a beat.

She knew him.

That was the man who appeared when Mr. Xu was above the clouds with a group of messengers from the underworld. They called him Master Shi.

Master Shi is very elegant, with a face like a crown of jade, eyes like stars, looking at Song Wanyue with a slight smile: "Have you thought it through?"

clear?

What is clear?

At this moment, Song Wanyue was surprised to see her get up from the seat.

It was true that she got up... and she herself was like a floating soul, watching her and Master Shi from the sidelines.

The same self, but with a different aura, Song Wanyue looked at that she was wearing a black robe, with long black hair, black eyes, only a red flame symbol between her eyebrows, her expression was stern , eyes lightly: "Brother Ten, you don't believe me?"

Song Wanyue: ...

Brother ten? ? ? ?

Master Shi smiled lightly, as if he had long been used to her indifference: "After you come back this time, you will be the only female Hades king in the underworld for thousands of years. Why don't I believe it? But this trip is for you..."

His eyebrows frowned, and the people beside the bench were full of arrogance and contempt: "It's just a small love in the world, I will go back quickly."

……

The picture in front of him shattered like a mirror with the sound of "going back quickly".

As time passed, Song Wanyue saw her soul standing on a vast grassland.

And her body is sitting on a horse, her dress is gorgeous and expensive, the white dress is embroidered with golden phoenix, a piece of flawless white jade is tied around her slender waist, and her jet-black hair is also complicated. The golden hairpin is fixed, sitting on a white horse, holding the rein with her hand, and the person beside her is a woman in the same antique dress.

It's Mingyu!

Song Wanyue's eyes widened suddenly, and she looked at the scene in front of her in disbelief.

Song Wanyue on the horse was not as arrogant as she was in the underworld before, but she still had a sense of arrogance and wealth. She raised her head not to look at the person beside her, and just let her lead the horse.

Xiao Mingyu is wearing a light green robe, with snow-like skin, a flute tied around her slim waist, smiling, and a simple tie behind her hair. She looked up at Song Wanyue and smiled slightly: "Still angry?"

Song Wanyue snorted coldly, tilted her head, and pursed her red lips unwillingly. After a long time, she looked at the setting sun in the sky and asked faintly, "When will you return?"

Xiao Mingyu smiled, and she curled her lips: "Ten days later, when the enemy retreats, I will return."

Wan Yue's face on the white horse was no longer tense, she stretched out a hand and handed it to Xiao Mingyu: "This palace's reward."

Xiao Mingyu held her hand with a smile, and the two slender hands were tightly held together. A smile finally bloomed on Song Wanyue's face, but the smile didn't last long. She frowned and stared at Mingyu's neck: "Why? gone?"

Xiao Mingyu tilted his head: "It's nothing."

She was hiding something, how could Wan Yue not see it, she dismounted from the horse sideways, pinched Ming Yu's chin forcefully, looked into her eyes: "What happened?"

Xiao Mingyu remained silent, Song Wanyue looked along her neck, and quickly turned over her collar, Xiao Mingyu's face turned red, and she took a step back trembling: "Princess, no."

Song Wanyue took a step forward: "Why not? Just stop, take another step back, and kill you."

Xiao Mingyu: ...

As if being frozen, Xiao Mingyu didn't dare to move, Ren Song Wanyue's hand caressed her neck and moved down slowly, she felt her gaze go down, deep into the beautiful valley, Xiao Mingyu closed his eyes, His cheeks were hot and flushed.

to the end.

Xiao Mingyu was lying on the bed, and Song Wanyue applied medicine to her with tears in her eyes. Her jade-white back was covered with vertical and horizontal whip wounds, old and new intertwined, making it unsightly.

A drop of cold tears fell, Xiao Mingyu shivered, she turned to look at Song Wanyue: "Don't cry."

Song Wanyue bit her lip: "Who did it?"

Who else could it be?

Of course it was her father.

In that era, it was treasonous for two women to fall in love, let alone the other party was a princess.

Wan Yue's tears kept falling, Xiao Mingyu sighed, she turned around and hugged her, gently kissed the tears off her face: "Don't cry."

She has already got the most important thing, so what is this little scar?

Song Wanyue looked into her eyes, sniffed, and limply approached her arms, whispering: "Come back early, after we come back, we will leave the palace and find a place with beautiful mountains and rivers to live in seclusion. The emperor has already agreed to me."

Xiao Mingyu's body trembled, she looked down at Song Wanyue with incredible eyes.

Song Wanyue looked at her with tears in her eyes, and touched her face with one hand: "He is very angry, so just pretend he doesn't have my daughter anymore."

Xiao Mingyu sat up all of a sudden, and looked at Wanyue in shock: "You are a princess, how can you—how can you..."

"How can I give up the identity of Huang Guiwei for you?" Song Wanyue smiled, she sat up, put her arms around Xiao Mingyu's neck and pulled down, kissed her lips: "I have already got what I want the most. It’s gone, and the rest is just a fleeting moment to me.”

……

The manshaw fell, the sandalwood on the bedside was burning, and there was an ambiguous atmosphere in the air.

When the love was strong, Song Wanyue and Xiao Mingyu interlocked their fingers, she looked into her eyes:

"come back earlier."

"I promise you."

……

next screen.

It was Song Wanyue standing in the palace, a maid beside her was grinding, and with one hand behind her back, she was holding a writing brush in the other hand, and slowly slapped Fang Qiu under the white rice paper.

Wan Yue's soul leaned closer, quietly looking at the words on it.

--Nung, moon and new moon.

But after a while, Song Wanyue seemed to have heard something. The brush in her hand fell to the ground, and black ink was splashed on the rice paper.

Wan Yue's soul looked at the woman in front of her who was exactly like her.

She was crying, and she was crying unconsciously.

The screen flips automatically like a book page being blown by the wind.

On the red tray full of blood, Xiao Mingyu's head quietly closed his eyes, as if he was asleep.

Ten days ago, she still gently kissed her lips and sniffed her hair.

Mingyu, Mingyu...

Song Wanyue fell to the ground, holding her head, tears streaming down her face, her lips trembling like fallen leaves: "You promised me, you promised me..."

She saw Song Wanyue weeping every night, and following the moonlight, she called Mingyu one after another.

Later, when the white silk was three feet long, Song Wanyue closed her eyes with a smile, and she finally went to find her Mingyu.

Red blood spread across the screen.

……

She saw Song Wanyue's soul emerging from that body.

Seeing Brother Ten coming to welcome her, "Go back to your seat."

Song Wanyue just looked into his eyes and asked softly: "I'm not reconciled, what about her?"

……

- Can you see it?

In my mind, it was Mr. Xu's voice.

Song Wanyue turned her head, her eyes filled with tears.

In the darkness, there seemed to be a light coming slowly along with Mr. Xu. With her hands behind her back, she said in a faint voice, "This is your first life."

Song Wanyue bit her lip.

Mr. Xu: "Since then, you have fallen in love with her as a woman. You are destined to meet each other in your life, and you are destined to be tempered by the world."

Life after life, good luck tricks people.

The love and regret accumulated in one lifetime.

Song Wanyue's tears rolled down her cheeks, her heart hurt so badly, it was the kind of heart-piercing pain that she had to step on again.

Mr. Xu looked into her eyes: "It's already the tenth life, come back, Wan Yue, if you don't come back again, you won't be able to bear all this."

Ten may be the successful end of a tribulation.

It may be the beginning of a new cycle.

Just look at how she chooses.

got windy.

Everything around is floating with the wind.

Mr. Xu stared deeply at her with his crimson eyes, and what remained in his ears were the last words.

——If you come back, you will have supreme power and no more pain.

……

The author has something to say: So Mr. Xu didn't lie to Wan Yue, she is really a female Yan Luo.