Nine days of beauty

Seeing Donghua jumping down from Zhuxiantai, Feng Jiuzhen was on the spot, even though Bai Qian shook her, she didn't move.

She never thought that he would be like this, she wanted to save him, but she was still wrong.

She can cross herself, but not him.

"There are lovers in the world, this matter has nothing to do with the wind and the moon."

Feng Jiu stretched out her empty hands, life passed away like water, this is a cycle of cause and effect, but Donghua didn't care about his life, but it was because of her, "Sure enough, I can't get him through."

She doesn't care what others do.Gently lowering her hands, Feng Jiu turned her back and stepped down the steps alone, intending to step down the steps and leave.

The Buddha bell swayed, faintly ringing.

She couldn't be more familiar with that voice, and stopped in her tracks, but didn't look back.

Donghua held the Buddha bell and the few remaining fox tails tightly in his hands, his sleeves were bloodstained and his gown was completely stained, he was indifferent, he only had eyes on the woman in white, and walked towards her step by step.

Behind her, he slowly bent down, she didn't know what he was going to do, when his fingertips touched her ankle, she was startled suddenly.

Knowing that she retreated, he remained silent, stretched out his hand again, and tied the copper bell in his hand to her ankle.

There was a strong smell of blood behind her, and the mist covered her expression, water droplets slipped down, and the back of Feng Jiu's hands felt slightly cold.Why do Buddha's tears flow?

"Nine children..."

His breath lingered behind him, his voice was hoarse, like an old man looking down, his blood-stained hands wrapped around her, and he hugged her into his arms, "I don't want to cross, I don't want to cross, Jiu'er..."

He buried his head on her shoulder, weeping faintly, the hot tears wet her skirt, and begged in a barely audible voice, "You are my wife, how can you abandon me and become a Buddha alone... "Suddenly recalling the scene in the courtyard, he shook his head lightly, whispering in her ear, suppressing his sobbing panting, "The blood book is not counted, I will never drive you away again, never again Don't want you... Jiuer, Jiuer..."

With tears in his eyes, he pressed his face to her cheek, "Don't treat me like this, don't look at me like that...I'm Donghua, I'm Donghua! You obviously love me..."

The Buddha shed tears because of the devil.

She was hugged tightly by him, but she could only stand quietly.

A thought becomes a demon, from the moment he insisted on tying a Buddha bell for her, she knew that he had a demon in his mind.She couldn't get over him, and she couldn't do anything except listen to his cries.

There was a look of compassion in her eyes, which frightened him, "Jiu'er, follow me back to Taichen Palace, okay? Follow me back..."

He looked more and more bewildered, she finally closed her eyes and said softly, "Okay."

Most people didn't know that Fengjiu had gone through the six hardships, and only felt that they were moved by Emperor Donghua, so they were willing to go back to Taichen Palace with Donghua, but it was beyond the expectations of those who knew.It is said that becoming a Buddha has no thoughts. Although the emperor is like this, how could Feng Jiu go back with him?

Only Fengjiu knew that this person who became a demon was not only her husband, but also Emperor Donghua, the former co-lord of heaven and earth, if he was forced to become a demon again, it would be life-threatening and endanger the common people. She didn't want to, I can't bear it either.

The evening breeze is cool, blowing the white shirt.Feng Jiu stood alone in the courtyard, playing the flute. The sound of the flute was ethereal and distant, ethereal and emptiness. Donghua stood behind her, listening quietly.

In the past, she could play the flute, but the tone of the sound was not so cold and indifferent. When he listened to it, his heart sank.

That day in the courtyard, when he said "don't look back", she really didn't look back.

Walking forward slowly, he sat beside her, swung the guqin, and lightly plucked the strings in tune with her.

Jiu'er, since you have discovered the seven emotions and six desires, how can you understand my feelings?If you know it, how can you bear to investigate it?

Si Ming heard the melody of flute and qin echoing in harmony from afar, but the sound of the flute was neither fast nor slow, gentle and quiet, and the sound of the piano was entwined around it, entwined and not scattered, passionate and self-contained. Ruthlessly annoyed, he felt the pain in the emperor's heart.

The night is changing, the moonlight comes and goes, the sound of the flute fades away, but the sound of the piano is still continuous.

No one saw Feng Jiu's expression clearly, let alone whether she was moved.

It wasn't until Donghua raised his fingertips and stopped the ending that the song ended.He got up to look at her, stroked her forehead, and stopped at the place where the ferns once grew.

"Jiu'er." He caressed her face, and when she lowered her eyelashes slightly, he leaned over and kissed the center of her brow.

With that light touch, Feng Jiu's eyelids trembled slightly, her hands subconsciously wanted to push him away, but she just hung her hands in mid-air and slowly closed her eyes.

She didn't reject his closeness, Donghua was delighted, and there was a slight smile on his face, "Jiu'er, no matter whether you have Pteris or not, to me, you have always been my wife."

In the lingering night, his tenderness was hidden by dark clouds, but she could see clearly.

She didn't respond to him, but turned around slowly, and returned to the hall in silence.

She fell into meditation on the couch in the outer hall, with a string of Buddhist beads in her hand, closed her eyes and silently recited the Heart Sutra.

Her heart has become clear, and she no longer needs to love or hate. Deep affection makes people's hearts restless, but she can be born peacefully after shedding desire and ignorance.

But she couldn't tell him that he had too many demons in his mind, and he would go mad if he was over-stimulated, she couldn't bear it.

"Jiu'er, it's getting late at night, how do you practice meditation here?"

She remained silent for a while, but did not open her eyes, "I only fell asleep after praying to the Buddha three times a day, so there is no need for the emperor to worry about it."

He regained his composure slightly, finally sighed, and sat on the other side of the couch across the table, "So, I'll read Buddhist scriptures here to accompany you."

She stopped turning the prayer beads in her hand, and opened her eyes silently. She didn't want her to remind him, "Dijun, I have entered the Buddhist gate, and it is already inconvenient for me to sleep with you."

"You are my wife!"

He blurted out a sentence of light scare, but then suddenly came back to his senses the next moment, fearing that she would avoid him because of this, he stepped forward and grabbed her hands, his tone tense, "I'm sorry Jiu'er...I, I didn't mean it, I... I'm just afraid that in a blink of an eye, you won't be here."

"I know, nothing."

Feng Jiu looked at him fixedly, her expression was calm, and she didn't show any anger because of his words.

He still didn't want to believe that she was a Buddha, he would rather she was just angry with him, so that it could prove that she had him in her heart.But since the reunion, he was always struggling in hope and despair alone, and she always looked at him like a bystander...

"Jiu'er, that bloody book wasn't sincere, and those words weren't sincere either..." He squatted in front of her, holding her hands tightly, and looked up at her in a murmur, "I was wrong, you It's fine to beat me and scold me, please don't get angry with me anymore, okay, you are obviously my Jiu'er, don't make trouble anymore, okay..."

She felt very compassionate, she nodded and shook her head.I had to close my eyes, "Sin."

A "crime" made him lose his mind completely, he got up and grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to face him with her eyes open.

"We have gone through so much to get together, you have to leave everything behind when you say 'sin'..." He crossed her shoulders, reached into her hair, touched her forehead, and knocked her on the ground. In front of him, his body trembled faintly, "Why...why do you do this...don't leave any room..."