Master Qing Leng Always Wants to Marry Me [Transmigration Book]

Lu Ming and Ji He followed Ye Qingyu across the courtyard gate and came to the quiet courtyard.

A bluestone path leads straight to the main room, with snow-white and beautiful calla lilies blooming on both sides, and the blossoming bowls of flowers seem to be full of moonlight, trembling slightly towards the visitors.

As they entered, the glass palace lanterns on both sides lit up one by one, and a faint clear light emitted from the transparent lampshade, reflecting the courtyard in a trance like an illusion.

The scenery in the courtyard is very different from that in front of the door, making people feel that they have entered a solitary residence of a cold and beautiful woman. Lu Ming and Ji He followed Ye Qingyu, looked at each other suspiciously, and did not make a sound.

At the end of the path, there are two symmetrical rooms in front of the door. A sycamore tree in front of the door is covered with clouds. Ye Qingyu stops in front of the sycamore tree. Her usually handsome and tall figure is hidden in most of the shadows, looking a little desolate.

When he spoke, his hoarse voice was very clear in the silent night: "This sycamore tree was planted the year he and Shen Jing retired, and it is still so lush. If I say that he has passed away, how can I believe it?"

Lu Ming stood half a meter away from him, watching him caress the strong trunk of the phoenix tree with a sad expression, and said: "The phoenix tree is a positive species, likes warmth and humidity, and can grow freely without supervision. The younger brother compared its growth with Lord Daoling's life-and-death relationship is too far-fetched."

"No," Ye Qingyu shook her head slowly, "This sycamore tree is not an ordinary tree. Lord Daoling carefully planted it with his own immortal power, and is connected with the master. Now it is said that he is gone, but this tree The phoenix trees are still flourishing, but I know that this is impossible."

Lu Ming frowned, and asked, "Why did Mr. Daoling use his own immortal power to plant a sycamore tree, and how did the younger brother know?"

Ye Qingyu withdrew his hand from the tree trunk, and looked very far away: "Since ancient times, the phoenix tree has the meaning of loneliness and sorrow, symbolizing parting feelings, and also regarded as loyalty to feelings. Back then, Shen Jing was forcibly betrothed to Lord Dao Ling , I don't want to let go of Lu Yu, and I am very worried, so Lord Daoling planted this sycamore tree in front of the door for her to comfort her worries."

...which makes sense.

No matter what kind of name he was forced to accept as his wife a woman who already had a relationship with him, no matter whether the so-called seclusion was voluntary or forced by the situation, Mr. Daoling can be regarded as a man who can bear the responsibility. In the final analysis, it was Shen Jing who was hurt the most by this matter, especially since she lived in a widowed solitary life for the next few days.

"No," Ji He said suddenly, "Master, you are wrong. You said Lord Daoling was willing to use his own immortal power to raise a long and invincible sycamore tree in order to comfort his wife from the pain of being separated from her lover. A gentle and affectionate person, why did he become a heartless person who neglects his wife and doesn't care about family affairs in the legends of later generations?"

Ye Qingyu was originally standing very quietly in the shadow of the tree, with her large sleeves tucked into her waist, but when she heard this, her whole body froze for a moment, reflected by the white light, a layer of coldness appeared in her eyes.

He turned his face to look at Ji He, and after a while, he smiled again: "Of course there is a reason."

As he spoke, he stretched out his finger to the cherry blossom tree outside the courtyard. Part of the crown at the top was higher than the courtyard wall. The red color was as hazy as mist. Huazuka.

Ye Qingyu said: "Before you came in, did you see that cherry blossom tree?"

Ji He said: "Yes, not only did I see it, but I was also attacked by it. Master..."

"Every flower of that cherry tree carries a soul that died in vain," Ye Qingyu looked at the flowering branches stretching through the courtyard wall, but his eyes seemed to fall on a farther place, "It was Lu Yu who slaughtered hundreds of immortals back then. At that time, Lord Daoling planted this cherry tree with his own hands in order to alleviate the evil in the world. It was only a young sapling at the beginning, but now it has bloomed so many flowers. One can imagine how many people in the world have died unjustly. "

Ji He deliberately said: "Then what does this have to do with Lord Dao Ling becoming so cold?"

Ye Qingyu paused for a moment, "Do you think that such a spiritual flower tree was naturally conceived between heaven and earth?"

Lu Ming looked over with serious eyes: "Junior brother means..."

"That's right," Ye Qingyu laughed sadly, "It was made by him with his heart and soul, and he nurtured it carefully every day to make the first flower bloom. It has already consumed most of his energy, but it is unexpected. What's more, the bigger price is yet to come." He pursed his lips, his eyes darkened, as if he was gradually immersed in memories, trying to find a suitable explanation for that matter, "As the flowers bloom, more and more The souls of the deceased were protected and nurtured by the cherry blossoms to prevent them from being too resentful to be reborn. This may be due to too much physical consumption. Mr. Daoling became more gloomy and introverted. He cultivated at home all day and did not contact with others. The wife who was pregnant with Liujia also turned a blind eye, Shen Jing disappeared after giving birth to the child, and everyone said that she died of dystocia, but Lord Daoling himself never gave a positive explanation for this matter."

Lu Ming said: "That is to say, it is the unique fairy power of the cherry blossom tree that has consumed a lot of Daoling Lord's spirit, making him even more indifferent to the existence of people around him."

"No," Ye Qingyu shook her head, "To be precise, every petal formed will take away part of his emotional consciousness. By the time Shen Jing gave birth to a child, there were already one-twelfth of the petals on the branches of the cherry tree. Blooming, although it is not as prosperous as it is now, but at that time he hardly realized who Shen Jing was."

Ye Qingyu's dark blue robe was blown by the mighty night wind. The curly cloud patterns drawn on the edge of the robe were like waves. He raised his face slightly, and the hair on his forehead fluttered with the wind. One or two drops of coldness slipped down. He was suddenly shocked and raised his hand quickly. I wiped it, only to find that it was a piece of pure white snowflake, which quickly melted on the forehead.

The sky was dark and heavy, the moonlight was blocked, and a little snow fell between the clouds. The phoenix trees in the courtyard covered the sky and the sun. The three of them stood in the shade, and the thin snow fell between the layers of branches and leaves. The cherry blossom trees outside the wall began to sway red again. petal.

Lu Ming was silent for a long time, walked up to Ye Qingyu, hesitated for a while, and finally said: "Junior brother has been working hard these few days for Lord Dao Ling's affairs. Let's discuss it tomorrow."

Ye Qingyu turned sideways slightly, with a smile on his cold expression, "Does the suzerain not believe what I said?"

Lu Ming said: "I don't believe it. It's really a lot of strange things. Besides, I have to make more preparations because I'm worried about that child Shen Tang."

Ye Qingyu sneered: "Since that's the case, it's useless to say more. Sovereign, please go back." Flipping his sleeves, he turned his back to Luming, "If you have any doubts, the Sovereign, just go and investigate. Hongying and Wutong are still here. Now, if he really has passed away, his soul will return in the middle of the night, if not..."

He stopped talking, his figure trembled indifferently, and soon returned to normal, and finally let out a sigh: "That's all. Of course, people who are not in the game will not be as addicted as I am, and maybe there are things I can't see when I am in it." place, you are right. Whatever is fine, I only ask for one result."

A long sigh disappeared into the wind, and the cherry blossoms fluttered in the air. Ye Qingyu walked forward with his hands behind his hands, the wide sleeves of his robe fluttered like flowing clouds behind him, and a mournful libretto floated out of his mouth:

"When you are free, spring rains and autumn winds are cool, and the shadow of the sun is long when you cross the Huaihe River. The sound of cicadas is hidden silently... I was young and didn't know my worries, and my black hair was stained with frost for three days..."

Rolling dark clouds completely covered the light, and the courtyard was in darkness. The shadows of the sycamore trees were slightly shaken by the wind, whirling like a song.

Ji He watched Ye Qingyu's back gradually disappear into the tulle inside the door, turned around and said, "Do you think Master Ye is telling the truth?"

"To tell you the truth," Lu Ming frowned, his eyes deep and calm, "I was really afraid that he couldn't help crying on the spot just now, although it sounded like Lingjun had forgotten the silence, but every sentence seemed to be A metaphor for himself."

"Me too," Ji He nodded silently, and walked heavily beside him, "Even if this matter is not exactly what Master Ye said, it should be a very sad story, and I don't know what will happen to Shen Tang if he finds out. .”

"You can't let him know," Lu Ming said suddenly, his dark eyes met Ji He, and his voice became low, "When I was accepting the life and fate of the protagonist, I saw a sentence on the information card, saying that he was about 17 years old. A big event will happen in a year, which can almost change the trajectory of his entire life, and now it seems that this should be the matter."

"...Impossible." Ji and Wenyan didn't agree very much, he looked hesitantly at the dimly lit room in front of him, "It's just that I know the obscure truth about my parents back then, even if he is not Daoling Lord's biological father. Son, even if Lord Dao Ling might treat Uncle Ye...he wouldn't be so shocked, or even changed his mind? After all, this is a matter of the previous generation, and it has nothing to do with him."

Lu Ming was silent for a long while: "I'm just guessing, and I can't think of anything else that could stimulate him other than this." He turned his head to look at the night sky, saw the galaxy was dim, and couldn't help holding his breath tightly. , "Recently, the fairyland on earth has not stopped. No matter what the opportunity is, we can't let this happen. If necessary, I really want to change this story line."

Ji He didn't make a sound, he stood quietly for a while, looked away, and looked at Lu Ming: "Then what should we do now, shall we go back?"

"No, I won't go back." Lu Ming said, "The system hasn't released the task for the next chapter, and this matter is not over yet, or the truth has not been fully revealed. Let's... go under that cherry blossom tree."

The two went out of the courtyard and came under the cherry blossom tree again. The red petals were still flying, but there was no hostility anymore, and they did not attack them again. There were scattered snowflakes falling beside them, mixed together like white cherry blossoms flying.

Ji He looked at him, "Do you want to...get the memories of these souls?"

"That's right," Lu Ming nodded, "These souls were taken by Lord Dao Ling himself and placed in the cherry blossoms. They must carry the memories of Lord Dao Ling. They may be broken, but they are still important clues."

Ji He said: "I think that if you want to get the truth about what happened back then, it's faster to go directly to Master Ye's memory, which can also verify the truth of what he said just now."

"I have thought about it," Lu Ming said as he glanced at the room in the courtyard with faint candlelight, and then turned back to look at the red flowers and trees in front of him, "but it must be after he falls asleep. Certainly not now, why not explore the memories of these little souls first, and finally connect all the things obtained."

Ji He also raised his head following his gaze, and the blossoming cherry blossoms were like bright red blood, finally nodded: "Okay."

So this night, in this small courtyard, through the cherry blossoms, soul and mind, they gradually found out the whole picture of the incident that year.

The story begins 100 years ago.

On both banks of the Huaihe River, the trees have all withered their branches and leaves, countless high and low houses stand in the turbid twilight, and the cold autumn wind blows the pleasure boats on the river even more desolately.

In such a season when everything is bleak, only the red leaves of Zhuyun Mountain are burning like fire, which has attracted many literati and poets to gather here.

This included Ye Qingyu when she was young.

But the day he came was unlucky, there was a temple fair in the market town below the mountain, and all the common people and tourists had gone to the fair, so he entered the maple forest alone, with no trace of living things around him.

So when he encountered danger and hadn't had time to react, the young man who suddenly fell from the sky dazzled his eyes almost instantly.