Qinglian Snow Heavy

blood red.It wasn't until I saw the portrait written by my father in the illustrated book that I realized that you are another son of God, who was bestowed by the heavens to be with the monarch of Yin country, but still suffered terribly. "

"Qinglian, I used to hate you very, very much. If it weren't for you, my beloved father and king would have died, ruined his reputation and been cast aside, and my mother and concubine would not have left me early. 20 years ago, the lives of hundreds of thousands of people in the capital should be counted on whose head, I think Yan Lan should also bear this crime, and I am the monarch of Yin country."

"Qinglian, I hate you, but will you hate me? My father killed your father. Didn't you see the execution room in Lantai? Every instrument in it was stained with Yan Lan The blood of the priest, a proud priest, is soaked in blood all day and all night, unable to live or die."

"Qinglian, your father is just like you. The sound of music and singing is astonishing for nine days, like a fairy. As long as you hear one sentence, you will never forget it in your life. So Qinglian, your singing made me recognize it very early. You, Yan Lan, in the end, it's your father's fault, I wonder if I can return your father's reputation to the world."

"Qinglian, I love you, I really love you, if this is the only thing I can say to you in life, I will definitely tell you."

"Qinglian..."

Nirvana

It's like being on the vast void sea, the primordial primordial beginning, the heaven and the earth are not separated, the whole body is a piece of nothingness white, floating and flowing with the warm sea water.When I opened my eyes, I saw the shimmering fluorescent light, I don't know its source, and I don't know where it will end.The body is like a falling dead leaf, ups and downs, not knowing where it will be taken by the torrent of fate.

Qinglian tried her best to see clearly, but she couldn't see anything except the hazy and misty fluorescent dots. Could this be the wave of hell?The yellow spring water that surrounds her body has a nostalgic warmth, just like the embrace of Han Chen and Brother Yu.It feels so good to die, the previous torture doesn't seem to leave the last trace in the last time, it doesn't hurt anymore, everything doesn't hurt anymore.

However, a person, so lonely, why there are familiar voices around.Qinglian tried her best to listen, but she couldn't hear anything except the gurgling water.Brother Yu, is that you?I miss you so much, as well as father, grandfather, husband and mother, Qinglian did something wrong, so you don’t want me anymore, leave me alone here.

The words in my ears were like a breeze and mist, so faint that people couldn't find their traces.This voice is...it's Jia Rui!The words floating in my ear were clearly the most familiar voice in my heart.Jia Rui, how should I face him?No, I don't want to see him, what face do I have to see him, I actually seduce him to do such an unbearable affair, do I really have the vulgar charm brought out from Tongfeng Building, otherwise how could it be like this, Why is it happening like that……

Jiarui's voice lingered in her ears, and Qinglian wanted to flee desperately, but she couldn't help but drifted away with the waves.Where will it drift to, the water of the underworld, I think it will arrive at Naihe Bridge soon.After crossing the bridge of Naihe, I will die if I am so unbearable, and I will not remember anyone, and I will not remember him.

In Qinglian's heart, there was a faint sense of melancholy and reluctance. After she died, would she really forget it?There used to be a good time of playing the piano and playing the strings in the sunset, and the gentlemen's hearts that are connected with each other.Don't you remember all this?The more she thought about it, the more difficult it was to let go, Qinglian couldn't help but want to grasp the nostalgia in the empty air, her thoughts followed Jiarui's voice, and gradually became clearer.

"……I love you much……"

"...Qinglian, I have never lost your voice..."

"...Qinglian, your father is not Tong Yi, but Yan Lan, the noble priest of the Moon Kingdom, the Son of the Pure Moon God... who was tortured..."

"...Qinglian, I used to hate you very, very much...Every piece of equipment was once stained with Yan Lan's blood..."

"...Qinglian, your father is the same as you...Can you return your father's reputation to the world..."

"...If life left me with only this sentence for you, I will definitely tell you..."

He couldn't hear it clearly in the mist, but the scales he grabbed made Qinglian extremely eager and impatient.Jia Rui, do you love me?But do you know my past?When you know that I grew up in a place like Tongfeng Tower and survived by pleasing patrons, what would you think of me, would you think I was dirty?

Jia Rui, thank you for always remembering my music, I am very happy, but I have been afraid to tell you.The rhyme you love, with which I have done the most vulgar things, will you look down on me?It's a pity, I thought I'd completely forgotten those dark years when I returned to Tong's Mansion, but now I'm so cheap, even I look down on myself, let alone you.

Isn't my father Tong Yi?Jia Rui, what are you talking about, how is it possible?Yan Lan, the priest of the Moon Kingdom.I have heard that I admire and admire this person who is proficient in all kinds of instruments. Wang Li said that he can play every instrument in Lantai superbly.I admire Yan Lan, and I also like the faint lotus fragrance circulating in the music room.

Yan Lan is my father, how could this happen?Then who is my mother, who is Tong Yi to me, and brother Yu?Yan Lan, although he has never met anyone before, but the painting of lotus and moon in his handwriting shows that he is a noble and clean person.It hurts that he was imprisoned in Lantai, but even so, he is a stranger after all, why do you say he is my father?

Jia Rui, why is there such a place as the execution room in the Lantai you took me to?Have those things really been used on Yan Lan's body?God, how can a person withstand such torture.I remember the deep and shallow nail scratches on the torture rack, and the dim blood stains in them suppressed how much pain and despair Zeng Jin felt.

Jiarui, Jiarui, what must you tell me in the end, what is it?Qinglian tried her best to hear Jiarui's last words clearly, but she was always covered by the fog in front of her eyes.Qinglian pursued eagerly, concentrating all her energy and thinking on Jiarui's last confession.

Looking from a distance, Wang Li saw a pair of people hugging each other and sitting on the ground, Jia Rui took off his coat and wrapped it around Qinglian's body, holding that icy body in his arms.The person in his arms was as quiet as a living thing, but Jia Rui hugged her tightly like a treasure, for fear of losing a single heart again.

Jia Rui rested Qinglian's head on the crescent of her neck, looked out into the sky, and whispered the feelings in her chest.Looking at the dense clouds that cut the bright moon and the bright sky into pieces, Jia Rui's heart sank little by little, but the person in his arms still didn't respond at all.If Qinglian doesn't wake up tonight, the so-called miracles don't appear, and the moon will be full in the Mid-Autumn Festival tomorrow, the storm will hit the shore, and the storm will sweep thousands of miles, can I still protect Qinglian?

I don't know how long we talked, and how many Xiangshuang tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, Jia Rui still whispered in Qinglian's ear slowly, cherishing this moment of embracing each other.Suddenly, there seemed to be a gust of wind, but it just gently lifted Qinglian's loose hair, sticking to Jiarui's open and closed lips, a wisp of fragrance wafted through her nose, and the tactful love words stopped.

Feeling the wind blowing by his side, gently blowing Qinglian's hair into a mess, Jiarui looked nervously at the sky, watching the clouds flowing quietly in the sky.Slowly, the clouds were blown aside by the breeze, like a broken mirror filling up the cracks, brushing away the light dust, reflecting the deep light of the night.

The moonlight is light, and once it blooms, the surrounding clouds can't match its holy brilliance, and they all retreat away. After a while, the floating clouds in the sky are blown away, leaving a clean and clear sky.The water and the moon are shining together, and the Lantai in the heart of the lake is reflected in a piece of sparkling light, which coats this place with a layer of dreamy and ethereal color.

Jiarui marveled at the changes in the foreground. Could this be the miracle of the moon god?It seemed that a beam of emerald light had passed before his eyes, and the soft moonlight suddenly became dazzling, and Jia Rui squinted his eyes unconsciously.Under the breeze, Qinglian's hair brushed Jiarui's eyebrows and lips, Jiarui brushed them away with his hand, and saw the pair of bright eyes reflecting the bright moonlight, staring straight at him.Qinglian Buddha flower, night of water and moon, rebirth from Nirvana.

Confession

Qinglian stared straight at the face of the person above, and the two eyes were focused on one place, intertwined with each other, unable to move away for a long time, until she was startled by a teardrop.Jia Rui couldn't believe his eyes. Qinglian, who was once covered in blood and scars, was about to die, but now she leaned quietly in her arms and looked at herself, her eyes were as pure as before, as if all the sufferings were over. Did not happen.

These days when Qinglian was in a coma, to Jiarui, it was like living on flames for thousands of years, making people suffer from self-blame, remorse, lovesickness and responsibility all the time.Now that Qinglian woke up, Jiarui felt joy, love, and gratitude...all the emotions in his chest gushed out at the same time, venting silently in this drop of tears.

Emperor Jiuzhong's heart is high, cold and resolute, how could he shed tears, so when salty and hot tears welled up in his eyes, even Jia Rui couldn't believe that he was crying with joy.Tears fell patter on Qinglian's face. In her eyes, Qinglian's eyes were covered with heat, her eyelashes trembled and she closed her eyes.

Seeing that Qinglian was about to close her eyes and go to sleep again, Jiarui didn't know when she would wake up if she fell asleep now, the excited Jiarui leaned down without Dorcasso, and her lips, as hot as the emperor's tears, touched Qinglian's eyebrows , Eyes, cheeks, lips.Feeling the cool sweetness under his lips, Jiarui moistened every inch of Qinglian's mouth with his tongue, as if wanting to take away the