[Three Lives III] Mo Yuan's Peach Blossom Wife

In Qingyan Hall, since the emperor and Wanzi left, it has been deadlocked.

Zui Yan pretended to be calm and calm, and sat quietly making tea, while Mo Yuan stood quietly beside her, staring at her tensely.

"Yanyan..." He called out affectionately.

Drunk Yan stopped making tea, suppressed the emotions that surged up, and asked:

"Why are you looking for me?"

"After you left, I regretted it all the time. Why did I let you go, why did I let you cry, why did I let you and the child wander in the world."

Mo Yuan squatted halfway beside Zui Yan, gently holding her trembling hand with a generous palm, Zui Yan squinted at him, her eyes were red, and she tried her best to endure the soreness that came up.

Mo Yuan also had tears in his eyes, stroked her cheek, and continued:

"Yanyan, it was my stupidity that lost you, can you come back to my side?"

"If you had found me earlier and told me this earlier, I would definitely return to you."

Zui Yan brushed his hand away, sniffed and said: "But it's impossible now, in these long years, my love for you has completely changed, I can't believe your words anymore."

"Forgive me once, okay?" Mo Yuan begged in a low voice.

Zui Yan shook her head, "You want me to forgive you with just a few words? Then what is the pain I have endured all these years!"

Mo Yuan held her shoulders distressedly, "I lied to you back then, I lied to you that I could forget you, those nonsense have already caused me to suffer retribution..."

"Don't bring retribution to me!"

Those words seemed to offend Zui Yan's Ni Lin, she got up and threw the teacup in her hand angrily, the sound of shattering resounded clearly in Qingyan Palace.

"What kind of retribution did you suffer? I was the one who was abandoned, rejected, and humiliated. I love you so much that I shamelessly went to the Heavenly Palace to look for you."

"...Then what about you, how did you treat me, because of the name on the Sansheng Stone, you trampled on all my heart and self-esteem."

Tears dripped from her eyes mixed with anger and pain, which deeply hurt Mo Yuan's heart.

Zuiyan burst into tears, and continued sobbing: "Back then, you could willingly stay in Zuixing Pavilion as a little boy for your apprentice, and you could abandon me on Qixi Festival for your sister-in-law Susu, You even ignored my love for a name that appeared on the Sansheng Stone."

"Mo Yuan, then what have you done for me? For hundreds of years, when I needed you, where were you? And now I can finally let you go, why did you show up!"

Zui Yan raised her head, and the unstoppable tears fell like a string of broken pearls.

Mo Yuan stepped forward, hugged her tightly in his arms with heartache, and let her struggle. When she hit him, he just wanted her to stop crying.

Listening to her cry, it was as if a sharp knife was plucking out his heart, and he regretted so much that he wanted to kill himself.

"All I bring you is harm. I'd rather you never treat me with affection. Kunlun Ruins, all over the world, the Eastern Emperor Bell, the Three Living Stones, it doesn't matter. What have they to do with me?"

Whether it was Tao Zhen or Zui Yan, it was he who betrayed her, causing her to die and be displaced for the rest of her life.

Zui Yan, who was hugged by Mo Yuan, stopped crying, and watched in a daze as the immortal energy in Mo Yuan's body gradually left. The golden immortal energy enveloped the entire Qingyan Palace like smoke, blown by the wind coming in from the window. drift.

Outside the house, the sky changed drastically, dark clouds gathered, lightning and thunder, landslides and tsunamis.

The blood on Mo Yuan's face was drawn away little by little, and the flesh and bones in his body were being torn apart. He didn't seem to feel the pain, and he still smiled gently at the drunken face.

"Mo Yuan, what's wrong with you!"

Zui Yan held his pale paper face in fear, the cold touch made Zui Yan worry so much that she lost her mind.

"For you, it doesn't matter if you don't become a god from now on. It doesn't matter if you don't have me in your heart from now on. I just want to be by your side wholeheartedly."

"It's really hard to live without you."

The hot tears that fell from his red eyes fell on Zui Yan's hands, scalding her heart so painfully.

His fairy aura lingered beside her, the despair and grief he had experienced these days, his longing, his affection, she felt them one by one through the fairy aura, and her heart ached.

It turned out that he was in so much pain these days that it was all because of her.

Mo Yuan endured the blood that he had not spit out for a long time, and it trickled out from the corner of his lips, he said:

"I'm sorry, I failed you. You can punish me however you want, but don't leave my side again, okay?"

Zui Yan cried and beat his chest, "Mo Yuan, I am immortal, how long can you stay with me as a mortal, are you willing?"

"I don't want you as a mortal, but give it back to me, High God Mo Yuan!"

The already pale Mo Yuan gently wiped away her tears, and smiled slightly.

"I listen to you."

After finishing speaking, he passed out.The immortal energy no longer left, and the terrifying phenomenon outside the house also gradually dissipated.

Zui Yan dragged Mo Yuan's cold body to the bed, rummaged through boxes and cabinets in a hurry, and fed all the best pills she had refined into his blood-stained lips.

Zui Yan looked at the blood on her own hands in horror, she shook his cold body and shouted:

"Didn't you say to listen to me? Why are you lying to me again! You liar!"

Bai Qian hurriedly ran into Qingyan Palace, and saw Zuiyan crying on her master's chest.

"Tao... Zuiyan, Master will be fine. Yehua is collecting the immortal energy that Master has dissipated. Let's wait for him to come back."

Bai Qian patted Zui Yan's back to comfort her, Master's pale appearance made Bai Qian worry.

"He'll be fine, right?" Zui Yan asked, tugging at her dress.

"Trust Master, trust Ye Hua."

When Bai Qian and Ye Hua were talking in the hall, there was a sudden storm, and the immortal energy belonging to the master was scattered everywhere, and they knew that Mo Yuan was removing the immortal bones to destroy their own cultivation.

Bai Qian also turned pale from fright at the time, but fortunately Ye Hua was by her side.

"Zui Yan, don't torture Master anymore. After you left Tiangong, Master fell into a demon for you and wanted to destroy the Sansheng Stone and even the entire Tiangong. These years, you have at least Maruko by your side, and Master, alone How many hundred years has one person been looking for you in the mortal world, and how many taverns he has visited."

"Master's life is not good. Since you left, he hasn't laughed. He is in a daze and in pain."

Bai Qian was at a loss as to how to tell her that since she sacrificed to the Eastern Emperor Bell in her last life, Master would also go with her.

If it weren't for the Wangqingjiu, how could Master have survived till now.But why did God use such a cruel method to restore Master's memory? Bai Qian couldn't imagine that when her Master cut down the peach blossom tree with his own hands and restored her memory... her heart was broken and collapsed.

Bai Qian's words fell into Zui Yan's heart word for word, her tear-stained eyelids were half-drooped, her expression was obscure, she sat quietly beside Mo Yuan, not saying a word, until Ye Hua took Mo Yuan's lost Most of the immortal energy was injected into his body again.

"Yehua, Xiaoqian, thank you."

After Ye Hua checked Mo Yuan's body, he sniffed the bottles and cans beside the bed, and the scent of medicine came to his face.

"Don't worry, the medicine you gave him can help him recover soon, but he will still lose most of his cultivation."

"There will always be a way in the future..."

Zui Yan said softly, life is good, as for the lost cultivation, she believes that she can use rare medicinal materials to refine medicine for him to increase his cultivation.

Standing aside, Bai Qian lowered her head to look at the pale-faced Mo Yuan, then at the uncultivated drunken face, and silently made a decision in her heart.

"Xiaoyan, take good care of Master, I promise Master will be fine in the future." Bai Qian raised her head and said firmly.

Ye Hua looked at Bai Qian, startled, took Bai Qian's hand and left in a hurry, leaving behind a farewell word.

"Mo Yuan is in your hands."

Zuiyan is no longer in the mood to pay attention to Ye Hua Baiqian's emotional entanglements, she is now fully focused on Mo Yuan who is lying on the bed.

She stretched out her hand to fiddle with the hair on his forehead, gently wiped his forehead with a silk scarf, and said with a gentle smile:

"It doesn't matter who owes whom and who suffers more. We must live a good life in the future."

She is tired and doesn't want to care about it anymore, so be it, let nature take its course.

Mo Yuan, who was in a coma, seemed to be able to listen to her words, the corners of his lips were no longer tightly pressed, but were gently held together.

Mo Yuan, who had been in a coma for most of the day, woke up on a night full of stars and a bright moon. The first thing he did after waking up was to drag his aching body to find a drunken face.

"I'm here, you stay on the couch and don't move."

Zui Yan, who was painting by the desk, didn't even raise her head, she only uttered a sound to stop his next move, and she continued to paint the winter peach blossom under his fiery gaze.

It is clear that plum blossoms are in full bloom in winter, but she painted peach blossom trees by mistake.

Mo Yuan leaned against the couch, opened the curtains, stared at her painting figure with piercing eyes, and was nervous about her attitude towards him, both disturbed and unwilling to disturb the only peace at this moment.

The corners of Zui Yan's lips curled slightly, even if he didn't look at him, he could guess the anxiety and struggle in his heart at this moment.

"Can you see peach blossoms in winter?" she asked.

Mo Yuan was startled, then smiled, and replied: "Yes, the four seasons are like spring, ten miles of peach blossoms."

"Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms?" Zui Yan raised her head and asked with interest.

Mo Yuan supported his weak body and approached her step by step.

Fortunately, the desk table is not far from the bed, Mo Yuan can stand in front of her after walking for a while, looking carefully at her face, and said softly:

"If you want to see it, I can take you to see it, and I can also plant ten miles of peach blossoms for you."

"Ten miles is too much, I just need a peach tree." Zui Yan replied earnestly with a slightly hot face.

Because of her words, Mo Yuan's pale face opened up into a smile that melted like ice and snow. He reached out to her with trembling hands in disbelief, and gently stroked her blue hair.

"Yanyan, you didn't lie to me?" Mo Yuan's eyes were reddish and his voice trembled slightly.

Drunk Yan smiled sweetly, sweet dimples gradually appeared, and her sly eyes looked at the uneasiness in his eyes.

"You are really stupid as a god, the peach blossom tree I want is right in front of you."

The ecstatic Mo Yuan almost burst into tears, his heart that had passed away from grief came back to life, his eyes were red, and he carefully confirmed again.

"Yanyan, you didn't lie to me?"

"The peach blossom tree right in front of you is you, Mo Yuan." Zui Yan said seriously with bright eyes.

When Zui Yan was in a coma, her heart was turning a thousand times, and she couldn't find a reason not to forgive him.

The fear in Mo Yuan's heart dissipated, he joyfully stretched out his hand to embrace the woman he loves, but unfortunately, he was blocked by Zui Yan's hands.

"Isn't it cheap for you to embrace a beauty so quickly?"

"Yan Yan, Mo Yuan is at your disposal." Mo Yuan smiled, with a look of resignation.

Zui Yan groped her delicate jaw, and said: "As for me, I can't decide my life's major events without authorization, you have to ask my precious son what he means."

Mentioning the meatball, Mo Yuan's heart softened even more, it was his child, his and hers' child, but before coaxing his child, there were more important things imminent.

"Before coaxing Wanzi, Yanyan, you have to write a letter of divorce first."

Mo Yuan was very dissatisfied with her status as Concubine Yan Gui, and was even more dissatisfied with the reincarnation of Emperor Donghua.

"Who is it?" Zui Yan raised her eyebrows.

"You have many husbands?" Mo Yuan put on a dark face, and brought her a piece of paper to grind ink.

With a drunken face and a dry smile, he had no choice but to sit on the chair, holding the pen in one hand and resting his chin in the other, facing the white paper in front of him, really unable to write.

"Seven rules, which one is better for me to use?"

"Fornication, he has many wives and concubines. Talking, sowing discord in our family, his crimes are too numerous to write down." Mo Yuan sternly reprimanded the mortal emperor.

Zui Yan was amused by his narrow-mindedness, and joked: "It's the first time I've seen my lover so confident."

"..."

Mo Yuan sighed, seeing her lost and found again, the tension and possessiveness towards her in his heart was uncontrollable, he couldn't tolerate her being someone else's, even if it was only in name.

He walked up behind her, held her hand holding the pen, and wrote a divorce letter stroke by stroke on the paper, writing a long speech to divorce her husband.

"Xiu wrote it, yes, but when to give it is another matter, one day you make our mother and son happy, I will hand over the divorce letter." Zui Yan said to Mo Yuan who was obviously relieved after writing the divorce letter .

Just as Mo Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and then held his breath, he looked at the drunken face who was smiling like a flower with affection and aggrieved.

"Yanyan, I won't force you to be all about me in your heart. I just want to be with you mother and son, protect you, and pamper you in the future."

Of course Mo Yuan understood that Zui Yan forgave him, but his heart did not fully accept him, but he could wait and wait slowly with her.

Zui Yan was not used to him talking about love seriously, so she blushed and teased him.

"You want to stay with us in the Palace of Qingyan? Then are you a court lady or a eunuch?"

"..."

Mo Yuan instantly decided in his heart that he would push the boat along the way and let Donghua go through the calamity quickly.

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Qixi Festival is coming soon, the festival of dog cruelty!

Mo Yuan and Zui Yan also embarked on the path of dog abuse.

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