Nine days of beauty

Donghua looked at her, Fengjiu's back gradually receded, that lonely look made him feel distressed, and also made him jealous.

Yes, he is jealous, he is jealous of Wenchang, he is jealous that Feng Jiu regards him so seriously, he is jealous that he can stay with Feng Jiu for a thousand years, but he and Feng Jiu have only been in the mortal world for two years, but they can't escape the destiny in the end.

After a long time of not being able to recover from the memory, he walked back to the bedroom of Xiwu Palace before he knew it.A row of maids saluted, Feng Jiu was slightly taken aback, waved her back, "Go down."

Lying on the couch, Feng Jiu held up the jade flute and stared at it for a long time.

Wenchang, you said that if there is a catastrophe for me, you will not abandon me. If so, I will just wait.

Thinking this way, the jade flute slowly released green smoke and floated in front of the bed, and an old man appeared out of illusion.

Leaning down to worship Feng Jiu, "Empress."

The person on the couch felt slightly tired, sat up straight, and asked in surprise, "...Old Nan?"

On this day, Feng Jiu knew that she had been punished by heaven, so she avoided the idlers and others, and arrived at Zhuxian Terrace early.

Wenchang once calculated that she should suffer the punishment of reversing the destiny 200 years ago today, and she would suffer the same with the catastrophe. Unexpectedly, Donghua split the "spiritual world" and brought her catastrophe forward, but this punishment cannot be avoided after all.

God's punishment must be the fire of red lotus. Remembering that he wanted to engrave Wenchang's name a few days ago, Emperor Donghua had indeed suffered. Fengjiu held the jade flute tightly in his hand, and when he thought of it, a barrier formed.

Zhuxian Terrace is very murderous, the clouds are clear and the mist is cold, the pink figure is walking forward step by step, standing beside the Sansheng Stone, the skirt is ethereal, and the figure is indifferent.

There was a sudden thunder, and the red clouds were furious. Feng Jiu knew that the time had come, she quietly watched the name engraved on the Sansheng Stone, her eyes were calm, and she waited for the punishment of God.

The sky flashed and the ground trembled. The immortals in the Heavenly Palace who were still sleeping early came out of the dormitory one after another. When they looked up, they were covered with gray, surrounded by red light, like a dragon haunting and haunting. Fall into the heavenly palace.

Donghua was the first to sense something strange in Zhuxiantai, and was inexplicably nervous. When he arrived, he saw Feng Jiu receiving a punishment from heaven.

As he was about to rush forward, a ray of blue light passed by, blocking him from the outside.

It was an enchantment!

Feng Jiu knew that Emperor Donghua was standing at the foot of the stone steps behind her. She didn't look back, just looking forward as Wen Chang wanted her to leave the "spiritual world".

Her love for Emperor Donghua once made her heart tremble, but now that it's over, she doesn't want to owe him any more.

So she didn't dare to turn her head, because turning her head would be a sea of ​​suffering, but she couldn't see where the shore was.

"What's going on here?" Bai Qian and Ye Hua also rushed to the Zhuxian Terrace, looking for Feng Jiu when there was a change, but they didn't see her in the bedroom, so they hurriedly dragged Ye Hua to the place where the red lotus fire fell. , Sure enough, separated by an enchantment, Feng Jiu was kneeling on the ground, accepting the punishment of heaven alone.

Ye Hua was calmer than Bai Qian, and when he saw Emperor Donghua holding Cang He holding Cang He tightly, staring at the person inside with a frown, he speculated that the barrier might not be easy to break.

"How did Xiao Jiu create such a strong enchantment?" Ye Hua looked at Bai Qian, "Is it the secret magic weapon of the Bai family?"

"I have told you about all the magical artifacts that my Bai family has. Such a powerful magical artifact may be refined from ancient jade."

Bai Qian patted the barrier anxiously and shouted at the person inside, but the figure didn't move at all.

There was another red lotus karmic fire, Feng Jiu turned around, carefully looking for more and more immortals outside the barrier, looking past Donghua, staring at the shadow under his feet, finally closed his eyes, and caught the karmic fire Burning.

Donghua knew.

She was waiting for him, for Wenchang.

The overwhelming cloud finally dissipated, and the light returned, but Feng Jiu did not remove the barrier for a long time.

He said that if he was still alive, he would not abandon her.She was betting that Wenchang would come out.

A few days ago, Donghua blocked him and he didn't show up. She could still lie to herself, but today, she created an enchantment, and the results were generally the same. He didn't show up after all.

So, she understood that he would not come back.

Suffering from the burning pain of karma, Feng Jiu caressed the Three Lives Stone with trembling hands, her white lips were bloodshot, and she murmured, "This front half of my body is at the mercy of fate, what I want, I can't get it in the end. In the second half of my life, there is no need for alms from the destiny, even if I die."

An ancient book records: "The jade flute in the woman's hand is a sword, and she stabs her chest. She takes the blood of her heart on the blade and drips it on the name of the Sansheng stone."

Seeing this scene from a distance, Emperor Donghua was shocked on the spot as if struck by a thunderbolt.

How can it be?How could she know the method of extinction?Everyone in the world knew that he broke off his marriage, but how he ended it, but only he knew it. It hasn't been recorded in ancient books, so how could she know!

If it is really erased, there are more than two red lotus fires, and he has been in a coma for tens of thousands of years, how can she survive?

The long sword turned into a jade flute sucked in the bloody air, and it suddenly bounced away Feng Jiu, and the sword fell to the ground. The old man withdrew from the sword. Seeing that she was dying, he hurriedly knelt down and begged, "Empress, please don't hurt me!" Yuan! If you destroy your own marriage, your name is still there, and you will have another good relationship in the future. How can Emperor Wenchang feel at ease if you do this?"

"He is no longer here, what's the use of saying this? What I love, who loves me, is lost in the end."

All the gods and gods outside the barrier could clearly see and hear clearly. The old man who emerged from the sword kept claiming that Qingqiu's queen was... the empress? !

Heart suddenly throbbed, Feng Jiu forced his consciousness to pick up the sword, but was snatched away by the purple-clothed and white-haired man, threw it aside, and then hugged Feng Jiu horizontally regardless of other people's eyes.

"Emperor, Emperor, Emperor!" Nan Lao didn't realize it for a moment, seeing this face that was just like Wen Chang's, his eyes blurred and he shivered.