Qinglian Snow Heavy

In the snow, only Wang Li accompanied Lantai.In a small sedan chair, Qinglian was carried to the front of Deyang Gate. At this time, all the gods in the square were ready. Jiarui led two rows of courtiers waiting respectfully in the snow. She is the filial and pure empress with heavy fur and body.Empress Xiaochun huddled in a thick collar of fox fur, she couldn't see her complexion clearly, but the eyes that were originally vicious and sharp now looked a little dazed.Empress Xiaochun, who was nearly six months pregnant, was already bloated, and the dragon veins of the Yin country could be regarded as preserved, Qinglian looked at Panasonic and breathed a sigh of relief.Before Qinglian got out of the sedan chair, Jiarui stepped into the snow to meet her, and personally supported her to the ground.However, the longing for only a few days has become crazy.When Jiarui saw Qinglian again, regardless of the eyes of everyone, he hugged Qinglian into his arms and hugged her tightly, feeling the possession at this moment.Wang Lian, who was beside the queen, who was afraid of chaos in the world, looked away, feeling sad in his heart. After all, he could not go back to 20 years ago. It turned out that what he had done before was so ridiculous, and he could not stop or change anything.The sky was getting darker and darker, and the prisoner of the Qin Tianjian stepped forward to urge her, so Jia Rui helped Qinglian to get on the emperor's car, and they left together as Wang Li said.Following the emperor's chariot was Wang Lian who helped Empress Xiaochun board the Fengjia, the important ministers each took a sedan chair, accompanied by palace guards, and Tong Jingyu rode on a horse, guarding the side of Emperor Jiarui's luan.In fact, no matter how difficult it is for Tong Jingyu to hold the sword in both hands, his martial arts skills will not recover for a while, but he is still able to guard the emperor's side, which shows how deep the friendship and trust between Jiarui and Tong Jingyu are.This time when the priest prayed to heaven, there was no cheering from the whole city, and the ceremony and music shook the sky. There was only the rustling wind and howling snow on the empty streets, and the pine waves beside the imperial road seemed to be mourning for this disaster.The long royal road in front of the Yuanfang Altar seems to have no end in sight. I don't know whether the place extending ahead is hell or heaven.According to the rituals of offering sacrifices to heaven in the past, the moving carriage stopped one mile outside the forest garden of the Yuanfang Altar, and everyone went on foot.In order to sacrifice to the sky, the snow on the imperial road leading to the Yuanfang Altar was swept away by someone, but the snow kept falling, and now a thin layer has accumulated on it.Jia Rui supported Qinglian to get off the frame first, and led the crowd on the snowy ground.Qinglian's foot injury has not healed, and the snow has turned into ice, making it difficult to walk, so Jiarui supports Qinglian to walk slowly.Qinglian hugged the pipa with one hand, leaning almost her entire body weight on Jiarui's arms, her feet hurt so much that Qinglian had to use it to preserve her energy.The road ends, and after entering the Yuanfang Altar, a group of people came to the raised altar.The wind and snow are enchanting, the broken jade dances wildly, and the sky is getting darker at dusk.People from the Ministry of Rituals hung huge glazed lamps around the altar. The orange lights looked like falling stars in the gloomy sky. The shadows of the lights made the surrounding sky dark.When they came to the altar, Jiarui could no longer accompany Qinglian, so he had to slowly let go of Qinglian's hand, and Qinglian also stood up straight in the snow. "My king, sacrifice to the sky—" With the shout of the officials from the Ministry of Rituals, Qinglian had no choice but to step forward, but she couldn't help but look back after taking a step, her eyes were once again glued to Jiarui's, and she couldn't let go. .Jiarui looked at Qinglian with a smile, giving the Son of Heaven the innate calming power. Jiarui knew what Qinglian was afraid of.Violated the oath exchanged with the gods, betrayed the motherland and insisted on staying to worship the heavens, no one can imagine what the consequences will be if this desperate sacrifice fails.It can be said that all hopes are pinned on Qinglian's sacrifice in the name of the Priest of the Moon Kingdom, and the pressure on her shoulders can be imagined.

Qinglian hesitated in front of the altar, it was indeed because she was afraid that the ritual would not be successful, and that the gods would not protect her. Qinglian tightened her hand holding the violin neck, and the heavy strings were cold and imprinted marks on her palm.Reading the uneasiness in Qinglian's eyes, Jia Ruifu walked forward, her smile was like a peachy color rendered in this pale world.Jia Rui stretched out his hands to hold Qinglian's chin with both hands, and then pressed a gentle kiss on Qinglian's cheek.

"Qinglian, I will always be by your side, even if the world is destroyed, forever, so don't be afraid." The soft words floated into Qinglian's ears, making people throb inexplicably. "Well..." Qinglian agreed, there was no more fear in her heart, only firm determination remained.Jia Rui let go of Qinglian and took a step back, and Qinglian also turned to look up at the high platform where the sacrifice was made.

The snow on the altar was not swept away, and after a few inches had accumulated on the white jade steps, it was soft and white as if it had just fallen, but because of the red fire around it, it was stained the same color as blood.Qinglian stepped into the deep snow step by step, the cold pain from her feet could no longer shake the persistent belief in her heart, because the priest's soul was boiling, her own and Yan Lan's.

Stepping on the snow made a creaking sound, which was particularly harsh in the silent environment. Again and again, Qinglian hugged the pipa tightly and counted steps forward.Suddenly, rustling sounds came from behind, breaking the original stagnant atmosphere, hitting Qinglian's tense heartstrings, and after a while, there was no sound again.Qinglian paused, but didn't look back, she moved forward high-spiritedly, unaware that Jiarui led the empress's family, civil and military officials, and knelt behind her in the posture of an emperor.

215、Elegy...

Qinglian walked forward with her head held high, without looking back, she stepped onto the altar step by step.The altar was used to worship the heavens and meet the gods, so no one dared to climb to the top to clean it. The thick snow covered more than Qinglian's ankles.Qinglian finally walked to Taichung, and the footprints on the original flat snowfall prints are no longer complete, implying disintegration, no destruction, no standing, the times are changing.Qinglian stood in the wind, looking up at the dark sky, the sun had set at the time calculated by Qin Tianjian, and the sky was getting darker.It's just that the sky is full of that pale white, reflecting the afterglow, making the whole world shrouded in a strange light and darkness, making it impossible to distinguish between day and night.The snow fluttered freely, but it didn't stain Qinglian's body at all, dancing around her body, Qinglian dressed in plain clothes almost melted into the snow, her hair was messy, and Qinglian's face was completely covered.

Qinglian raised her head and took a deep breath, then closed her eyes, and swore with her own soul: "The moon god has spirit, please enjoy my offerings for you, please accept my soul and body with a smile! The wind and snow stop here, the clouds bloom and the moon appears, and the blessings are long." Xu Wanyuan Qinglian opened her eyes, hugged the pipa with one hand, and stretched out a finger to stroke the hard strings, and the pulp of the finger suddenly flowed like a gush .Then Qinglian pointed her blood-gusting finger on the emerald green lotus in the center of her head and forehead, the blood stained the Buddha lotus, and then the blood went deep into the silver water pattern, which meant that the blood stained the falling moon green bay.Qinglian is using her own blood and soul as a sacrifice, performing the highest standard of sacrifice in the Moon Kingdom.Even more rare is the blood of the Pure Moon God Son, and the forehead ornament of the thousand-year-old divine jade.The blood on her fingertips slowly solidified, and Qinglian rubbed the wound on Cuibilian's blade cruelly, until the blood seeped into every crease on the forehead, and then flowed down her cheeks, then Qinglian dropped her hand.The sacrifice of the priest's blood was completed, and Qinglian slowly knelt in the snow, bowing her knees to the gods and gods, and inserted her blood-stained finger into the snow beside her, using the severe cold to stop the bleeding.

Qinglian carefully placed the pipa horizontally on her knees, and then bent down, throwing herself to the ground, and crawled under the eyes of the moon god.Qinglian said silently in her heart, "God of Cangyue, I give you my body, please enjoy the sacrifice. Son of Pure Moon, please help me." Then Qinglian straightened up, knelt in the snow, and put the pipa on the On the knees, the fingers and the strings paused for a while, and then there was a sound of tearing silk resounding through the sky, tearing apart the almost dusty world.With no fingernails to pluck, Qinglian used her fingertips as a hook, grabbing the strings and making a sound.Xuangang heavy strings, the sound of the pipa is no longer as extravagant and corrupt as Tongfeng Tower, but with a little desolate sadness.The pipa is like a turbulent wave hitting the shore under the moon, rolling up the sand particles floating in the sea, hitting the scorched rock, and making a sonorous sound.The fingers were changing fingerings quickly, and the colorful melody was pouring out, and it was not at all obvious that Qinglian's fingers were still bleeding and her armor was broken.At this time, Qinglian had reached the point of complete ecstasy. Once the melody she had recited a thousand times in her heart found an outlet, she couldn't stop. .

At the point of ecstasy, Qinglian hangs her head, closes her eyes, and lets her hair fly in the air, as if the body of the piano is one, and her soul has merged with the music echoing in the sky.The gorgeous movement is like the shining moonlight under the bright moon, reflecting the blessings of the moon god.

After playing a long song, the music echoed in the empty sky layer upon layer, stretching endlessly. Qinglian raised her head and put her hands on the strings, feeling the wind blowing in her ears to die down.Qinglian lowered her head, and finally mustered up the courage to open her eyes, looking forward to the world of clouds and moonlight.

However, when Qinglian opened her eyes, what she saw was the dark gray sky against the background of snow, the thick snow like rags fell fast and fast, and fell whole in pieces.How could this be so, Qinglian felt palpitations, and unconsciously took a step back, but was blocked by the thick snow.The whole world is filled with the color of dead gray, and the falling snow suddenly becomes urgent, like the ashes of catastrophe rising from hell to the world, covering up all hope.

The world in front of her is like this, Qinglian doesn't believe it, she turns around, but the world behind her is also like this, with endless snow and endless darkness.Qinglian couldn't believe it, the moon god didn't accept the sacrifice she gave with all her heart and music, but seemed to be angry, making the snowfall faster and bigger, and the sky and the earth were surging like they couldn't wait to die in the next moment. The momentum to bury the world.

How could this happen, how could this happen... Qinglian