Qinglian Snow Heavy

He flaunted that he and Yan Lan had met the common people on the tower of the capital city, and called it the Pure Moon God Son of the Moon Kingdom to seek blessings for the Yin Kingdom, but in fact, it was just Emperor Zi Ye domineeringly showing his exclusive right to Yan Lan to the people .Therefore, anyone who had seen Yan Lan's peerless elegance at that time would never forget that stunning demeanor, so now the familiar emerald light shines in the world again, wiping away the dust of the seal with the deep memories of the past.The raging wind whips up the flying blue hair, the thunder eliminates all the troubles in the world, and the lightning drives away all the haze that hinders the eyes. Qinglian, like the son of the moon god, is independent from the world, and everyone will prostrate at his feet. Can be compared with it.Even if it is a monstrous evildoer who is a disaster for the country, in such a monstrous change, the kind of pioneering spirit makes mortals stunned and subdued by this momentum instinctively.All the people present knelt at Qinglian's feet, lowered their angry, unwilling, or contemptuous gazes, and prostrated themselves on the ground. How can mortals look up to such a holy emerald light?But when everyone in the world bowed their knees in the wrath of the sky, there were still two people standing side by side in the sky and the earth.Qinglian's hand was still raised in the air, and she let go of her hand that was not holding anything before. It was like falling into hell by mistake but longing for a god of light. She was struggling to survive in the vortex of fate, but in the end all the light and hope were there. Everything is lost between the fingers, people fall into quicksand, and are watched by the cold world.At this time, Qinglian was lonely and helpless, deeply plunged into the kind of irreparable despair, she stretched out her hand tenaciously, but she couldn't smooth out all the sorrows and joys in the world, let alone retain the anger of the sky.No one can walk into Qinglian's heart and share the heavy sorrow for her, but fortunately Jiarui is still standing beside Qinglian at this time, at least Qinglian is not alone in the end.There are many people who love Qinglian, but Jiarui is the only one left at this time. I don't know if this is a match made by God or a mockery of the gods, so that the two wounded hearts will collide with each other, and the crush has not yet healed. The scabs of blood made the pain invisible, and the blood splattered warmed the wound.

192、Returning love...

Jiarui didn't care about the panic-stricken people downstairs, or the heaven roaring with wind and thunder above his head. At this moment, only Qinglian was left in Jiarui's eyes.The emperor's love is like the emerald light, cold and aloof, but also desperate and sad, shaking the world.Jiarui's bloodshot eyes looked at Roubo, let go of the hot hand, then stretched out his hands cautiously, and contained Qinglian's raised hand in both palms.Qinglian's stiff body trembled in the sudden light movement, but Jiarui's broad palm seemed to be the source of all peace of mind. Qinglian silently cooperated with Jiarui's movements, and the hand pointing to the sky finally dropped down , and finally held it in the hands of Jiarui.Qinglian lowered her eyes slowly, and just now she had gone through thousands of knots. At this time, Qinglian was exhausted, she was covered by Jiarui without any resistance, but standing side by side, Qinglian leaned sideways on Jiarui's body, Sharing the unbearable weight of the invisible fate on Qinglian.Exhausted physically and mentally, at this moment, the tumbling clouds of anger crushed Qinglian's heart, and the shining thunderbolts split Qinglian's body. Qinglian was like a drowning person, leaning on the last driftwood to breathe.At this time, Jia Rui was also deeply moved. Right now, those who knelt on the ground were all his own people, but because of the faults of himself and his father, they were repeatedly implicated, so that they were suffering from disasters and separations.After all, I couldn't resist the emotion in my heart, and Tong Jingyu's crazy actions finally aroused civil uprisings, and now the dark clouds rolling over her head heralded another catastrophe.In this way, all the efforts have been put in vain, and Yin country will return to the origin at the beginning of the disaster at this moment.Jia Rui felt sad, looking at Qing Lian who was still leaning beside him, so in the end, the only thing he had to disappoint was the common people?Feeling the trembling from the reliance, Jiarui remained motionless, and no longer tried to do anything, surrounded by rolling thunder resounding through the sky and roaring shocking clouds, his subjects crawled under their feet, and had no choice but to succumb to the majesty of the disaster.However, Jiarui, the emperor of the country, no longer makes any efforts, no matter whether he sins against himself or prays to heaven. One depends on one.Jiarui's heart is bleeding when his family and country are gone, but he would rather subvert everything for Qinglian.Jiarui's heart is turning a thousand times at this moment, but at this moment Qinglian's heart is at a loss, and she gradually understands that everything is born by oneself, and everything is irreversible.After a long time, when time stood still, all the sounds in the world seemed to be only the raging wind and thunder, Qinglian turned around slowly, met Jia Rui's affectionate eyes that had never moved away, and sank into it.At this time, Qinglian felt a heart-wrenching guilt. In the face of the catastrophe of destruction, Qinglian finally believed in Jiarui's deep affection. She didn't need words, but only her silent eyes.Because of this desperate situation, when all false pretense has lost its meaning, the eyes of the person in front of him are filled with a firm sense of protection, mixed with pure and transparent worry, and a firm belief that he is willing to stand side by side with the culprit of all this.Just like in the beginning, you can communicate your mind with just one glance, but all this came too late, even if you suffered pain and pain, you can not care about the deceitful use of Qinglian in the past.But it is impossible for those who died to come back to life again. Tong Siming and the people of the world, one person’s life and the lives of all those who died due to epidemics and disasters are not equal on the balance of morality and ethics. able to smooth out.Qinglian wanted to give Jia Rui his favorite smile as a meager atonement, but the face that twitched the corners of her mouth was filled with grief, not even as good as crying.Qinglian wanted to say something, but she couldn't make any sound when she opened her mouth, as if something was stuck in her chest and she couldn't express it.Qinglian was in a hurry, frowning and grabbing the skirt of her chest with one hand, as if trying to dig out the stagnant thing in her heart, eager to prove or explain something.The hands are clenched tighter and tighter, as if only in this way can the vitality be squeezed out of the chest and lungs, "Hanchen, if I harm your wife and children, implicate your people, even destroy your country, and make you blame the world, I have nothing. Like this, would you still treat me like this?" Qinglian said with a pause, this is the breath squeezed out of her chest and lungs, and it is also the life squeezed out of the world that is about to collapse in Qinglian's heart.Dark blood flowed out from the corner of the mouth, and the broken voice was like the manjushahua dyed lonely and desolate. Thousands of years of waiting and waiting are still the ending that the flowers and leaves will never meet, and it can never be changed. Cause and effect, fate is destined to life and death.Faced with Qinglian's heart-wrenching question, Jiarui did not answer, but responded with a tolerant smile. Today, when everything is facing destruction, what's the point of blaming each other?After smiling, Jiarui raised his head and looked up at the overturned sky, the deep eyes couldn't conceal the sadness and despair in them.As the Son of Heaven, he watched his home country and people being abused, and the former prosperity turned into the current decline in his own hands. Who can understand Jiarui's mood at this moment.But Jiarui is not only Qinglian's Hanchen, but also the emperor of Yin country. He can be sad, but he can't fall down in front of his subjects.Jiarui gently released the tightly clenched hand, raised his hand to wipe away the helpless tears from the corners of Qinglian's eyes, then tucked the messy hair in front of her eyebrows behind her ears, and went straight forward, crossing Qinglian to the end of the tower. At the front end, there was a sentence: "Qinglian, believe me, what the Qi family owes the world, whether it is Yan Lan or Yue Guo, and I will pay you back now..." "People of Yindu, please Raise your head, get up and listen to me!" Jiarui controlled Qi in his dantian, and his voice helped the wind, just when the thunder slowed down and echoed in the vast square.The majestic words of the king are inherently convincing. Now the people are like frightened birds, suddenly there is a power they can rely on, and they all obey and lift up their bodies.Looking around, I saw Emperor Jiarui standing next to the city, unchanging under the natural disaster, standing as calmly as before, standing like a pine tree, while the evildoer who brought disaster to the country stood side by side on the left, both of them were dressed in white, and they were so harmonious in the world . "The chaos in Qingcheng was caused by my Qi family who was sorry for the subjects of Yin country. The bloody killing has continued to this day, and the revenge is still on you. The dead are dead. All the sins are all because I have implicated you. But please open your eyes and see, Does the Priest of the Moon Kingdom beside me really look like an evildoer? If it is an evildoer, why didn't the Thunder Wrath just cut him open? If it is an evildoer, how can the king of a country allow him to be a disaster for me? The people are indifferent? Therefore, Qinglian is not a monster, but a noble priest of the Yue Kingdom, who inherits the blood of the gods and is the only one in the world." Jiarui faced the disaster of the world alone, and wanted to return all the rumors and slanders to Qinglian and Yue. country. "Yan Lan, the son of the pure moon god back then, and the Qinglian priest beside me are the treasures of the southern moon kingdom. How long ago did the moon on the other side lose his bright and pure holy light? This is all my fault, everyone. Elders of the Kingdom of Yin, have you forgotten the legend of the holy land in the Kingdom of Yue, and the beauty of Priest Yanlan praying for rain?" Jiarui continued to say affectionately, "People of the Kingdom of Yin, what happened 20 years ago? The chaos in the city, the natural disasters and epidemics of today are all caused by my emperor's loss of justice, how can he shamelessly blame others?" Jiarui's bloody and tearful words moved the people below the city tower, 20 After all, the year is far away, and the dead are dead, while the living are still struggling with their fate