Flower Thousand Bone Continuation: White Snow Canggang

In the 15th year of Huarong, Princess Huajing died alone in the Love Lock Stone at the age of 30. Empress Huarong cried bitterly for her for three days and three nights...

The soul fell into the palace of the king of hell, watching the king of hell draw a picture on the book of life and death with a tired face, turned around and smiled at Po Meng, drank Po Meng soup without hesitation, turned and plunged into the Wangchuan River.

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18 years later.

In the endless darkness, the man's blue clothes are warm and moist, and a pair of jade-like eyes are extraordinarily gentle in the twilight. He puts the cage on his back that is beginning to slide further on his body, and his eyes are full of warmth, like the rising sun It shines on people's hearts like gurgling water flows through them.

"Hey, Bones, let me marry you..."

The man in blue was full of smiles, warming the whole time, but his body was becoming dots of fluorescent light, he opened his lips and whispered, his voice was like a mosquito, "The so-called Iraqi... is on the side of the water..." A green hairpin flew from afar , inserted straight into the man's chest like a sharp sword. The man subconsciously looked at his chest and pulled out the green hairpin. Blood gushed out of the man's chest in an instant, and blossoming plum blossoms bloomed like enchanting flowers. He slowly picked up the green hairpin. Hairpin, with a shallow smile, "It is the fate I planted, the bitter fruit, and I will taste it myself." Even if the ashes are wiped out, even if there is no redemption... Bitterness spreads in my heart, blood drips, smiles like jade, and after a thousand years of suffering, I will never forget it. worth.

Pay, no regrets.

"East!!!" It was someone who shouted hysterically.

Cold sweat gradually climbed up Hua Qiangu's body, soaking his clothes, and his broken hair wetly stuck to his forehead.

nightmare.

Hua Qiangu suddenly sat up straight from the bed, his face turned pale, his lips were pale, his eyes were full of bitterness, sorrow, sighs and even tears, the wind that passed through the hall blew on Hua Qiangu, blowing Hua Qiangu There was a shiver of blowing, endless coldness... biting cold.

The summer wind is so cold.

Taking a deep breath, Hua Qiangu closed her eyes weakly, what lifetime is this?The third of the seven generations.

In the mortal world, she has been living for hundreds of years, entangled in mundane world, and her mind is ups and downs.

I recalled all the memories of the previous four lives, the demon god, and the last life with Master, Mrs. Zanmu, Princess Huajing again...

Qingjun, how can you be more Qingjun.Qingjun, still return to Qingjun.Qingjun, never forget Qingjun.Qingjun, miss Qingjun hard.Qingjun, every day tears Qingjun.Qingjun, every night dreams of Qingjun.Qingjun, miss Qingjun every year.Qingjun, where are you now?

She seemed to have no parents in this life, and she was alone in a forest when she was reincarnated. "'Bang bang bang', is Qiangu there? You have a letter." Suddenly there was a knock on the door, followed by the voice of a person speaking.

Hua Qiangu hurriedly put on her shoes and jumped off the bed, opened the door to receive the letter, and smiled slightly at the delivery boy.

After seeing off the delivery boy, he closed the door and began to open the letter. Strange, she has neither parents nor friends in this life. Who would write to her?

The letter is sealed with wax lacquer, and the letter paper is the best rice paper, plain white, with a faint fragrance of peach blossom and ink:

A prosperous dream, who owns it and remembers it?

In troubled times, the world is famous, who speaks and who sighs?

Life is so short, who is going and who is going?

Evil feelings are fruitless, who is the end of the world.

Hua Qiangu let out an exclamation, clutching the letter paper tightly with both hands, her head fluttered and her legs went limp and she fell to the ground.

Sitting on the chair with trembling legs, he wanted to lift the teapot to drink some water to calm himself down, but unexpectedly, his hands were trembling so badly that he knocked over the teapot as soon as he touched it, and the tea flowed all over the table, and then leaked again. On the ground, Hua Qiangu wanted to wipe the table in a state of confusion, and forgot what she was holding, so she directly spread the letter paper on the wet table, only to see that other than those few lines slowly began to emerge on the paper. word:

Having found the way to revive Tangbao, the flowers on Moshang can also return slowly.

——Bai Zihua

Hua Qiangu was both surprised and happy, she was shocked because she was going back to Changliu again, and happy because she found a way to revive Tang Bao.

I have known for a long time that I have lived under the control of Bai Zihua in these lifetimes. I have not seen Bai Zihua in this life for 18 years. I thought that Bai Zihua had given up controlling her life in this life, but the arrival of this letter shows that , he still knows everything about her like the back of his hand.

Hua Qiangu didn't even think about it, she tidied up her clothes, and suddenly stroked the scar on her face. She didn't expect that the scar that she drew with her own hands in her previous life as Princess Huajing followed her to this life, but it faded a lot.

After thinking for a while, he took out a bamboo hat and put it on, and put the green phoenix hairpin that had been with him since he was born into his sleeve pocket.

Pushing open the door and stepping out, after all, she had too many ties and could not escape the entanglement of fate.