How many times do you have to describe it in your mind before you can describe this person one ten thousandth of the time
How many times does it take to practice before you can find the one that most resembles him among thousands of discarded drawings
Ji Liyou recognized the painting. The owner of the painting was Shi Wei, a student in the fourth branch of the Sixth School. She was by far the youngest student in the Sixth School. She was the head of the Li'er Shi family and the owner of the Yushi family. The princess with the purest bloodline was Ji Feiyu's sweetheart, and she was also the empress Minhui who later became famous all over the world. She was the only wife Jimo Ziyan recognized.
Ji Liyou felt a sudden pain in his head, and all the unbearable memories about this woman's past came to his mind, and his ears were filled with "jealousy" from everyone.
It's strange to say that these clearly have nothing to do with Ji Liyou, but as long as he hears those voices, he will be extremely heartbroken.
Love hurts people, but people are always hurt by love. Ji Liyou only felt that what this woman had suffered in her life made him so sad that he wanted to cry.
She just wanted to get to know her sweetheart one day, but she was pushed to a lower position, becoming the mother of the world and the head of the harem.
Betrayed by his love and family, he lost all his memories and became a puppet. He was placed high in the Southern Wei Palace and became the most perfect artifact.
The murderer who caused all this was none other than Ji Feiyu.
When the storyteller came in, Ji Liyou was sitting by the couch drinking tea.
The storyteller felt that this scene was inexplicably familiar. He used to smile like this at Sanqi Tea House, drinking tea and looking at him, "Sit down."
"You want to see me if you have anything?" Ji Liyou put down his cup.
"Why do you think it is?" the storyteller asked him, pointing to the wound on his waist.
"Shall we leave here tomorrow?" The storyteller squatted beside his waist and checked his injuries.
After hearing this, Ji Liyou took another sip of tea and put the tea cup on the corner of the table: "You can go back first. I still have some things I want to figure out."
The storyteller was silent for a long time and then said, "Why don't you ask me what you want to know?"
Ji Li felt worried, "Can you tell me who Shi Wei is?"
"You must know her?"
"What kind of past does she have with me?"
"What is there in this world that I don't know?" the storyteller sighed.
"That being the case, please make it easier for you. I don't mean to make things difficult for you, but I really want to know why she always appears in my dreams. I want to know how I failed her."
"Let me think about it." The storyteller murmured at his wound.
The injury was too long, and it had already been an hour. It was a little difficult to think about it without leaving scars.
The time for a cup of tea has passed...
Ji Liyou rubbed his sore shoulders: "Have you thought it through?"
"Yeah." After saying that, he thought about his wound again and had no intention of continuing to answer Ji Liyou.
Ji Liyou waited for another cup of tea, beat his sore legs, and stood up: "Since you don't want to tell me, just wait until you think about it clearly."
The storyteller's fingers curled up slightly, and he looked at the palms of his hands with a lowered eyebrow. Just as Ji Liyou was about to walk out the door, he finally called out, "I'll tell you when we get back to Bolu, but it's just not right now." The timing of these things.”
"real?"
"certainly."
"It's easy for you to erase my memory. I already knew that if you erase it this time, I will never see you again."
The storyteller still remembers that since Ji Feiyu's death, the trees and grass around the Sanqi Teahouse have turned yellow and few flowers have bloomed. On the first day he brought the child to the Sanqi Teahouse, many of the wastelands in the alley were filled with sunflowers. It's yellow, like the rays of the morning sun, and there are many other wild flowers, making it look like a thriving place.
He knew that taking this child back was the right move. He needed someone like Ji Feiyu to accompany him and protect him at the Sanqi Tea House.
"Have you eaten when you came here?" Ji Liyou asked him.
"After taking care of your injury, let's go out to eat something together."
Almost a stick of incense passed. Ji Liyou turned his arms and asked him from time to time, "How long will it take to get better?"
The storyteller suddenly said, "When you were a child, you were easily injured and the wounds were difficult to heal."
Ji Liyou looked at the storyteller who was beside him applying medicine, but he didn't remember much about these things.
I remembered that I once fell from a tree in the backyard of a teahouse and bled a lot. The wound had not healed for several months. Yes, he came back with a very bad look on his face. He took him into the room and applied some ointment on him. Later, he slowly recovered, but later his father took strict control of him and did not allow him to climb the tree again.
Ji Liyou flipped his wrist awkwardly, the bell on his wrist jingled, and he was slightly startled.
After all, he didn't say anything. He held the bell in his hand and didn't allow the bell to make any sound. I don't know who was upset.
Jie Li looked in from outside the door and saw Ji Liyou hunched over, with the wound on his waist being fiddled with by this man, but he didn't even cry out in pain.
He watched for a long time, then turned around and pretended not to see him. From the first time he was at Sanqi Tea House, he knew that this man had an unusual relationship with the young master, that he was both a teacher and a friend.
Ji Liyou paused for a moment and asked, "I asked you, why are you so nice to me?"
The storyteller slowly replied: "I just feel that this world is too lonely, so deserted and lonely, especially when night falls and there is no morning light. There is only a dim light in the house. After everyone goes to sleep, there is no life in the street." , I was walking alone on the street, and suddenly I wanted to go back to a place that humans call 'home'. It seemed that when I saw you, I went back to those days when I was laughing and noisy with Ji Feiyu. When he was alive, I didn't understand yet. It turns out that I really want someone to be by my side.”
After Ji Liyou heard this, he pursed his lips tightly.
At the next moment, Ji Liyou handed the storyteller Ziqing Yanyu into his hand to play with, turned into a sword, and stabbed the storyteller right in the heart.
A bamboo leaf fell lightly on the stone path...
Quiet, so quiet.
This Ji Mansion is deathly silent.
It was only because the storyteller had shielded this hut from everyone's eyes.
"Does it hurt?" Ji Liyou smiled with a smile on his lips.
The storyteller understood the reason almost instantly.
He is no longer Ji Liyou, he has become another person.
The two people who were once husband and wife looked at each other in silence at this time. They were so close that they were familiar with each other's habits. Now they are probably worse than strangers.
The storyteller has no other way except to face her calmly.
"Li Xiuning, it's been a long time since I last saw you." After that, she changed her name and said, "What should I call you? I'd better call you Li Xiuning. I never know who you are."
This was her greeting him. It was just a plain greeting, but the storyteller didn't know how to continue.
She shouldn't be like this in his memory. In his mind, she will always be the bright and lovely Princess Mingkang.
But now it's not just unfamiliarity, she also wants to kill him.
He could not adapt to the current Princess Mingkang's plainness and calmness. He should have thought that she would not be soft on him again when she saw him again.
Hundreds of years can mean several reincarnations, or it can completely transform a woman...
It was him who washed away the youthfulness and squeamishness of the girl she once was after the war, destroyed her pride and dignity, and turned her into a subjugated princess.
The storyteller said nothing, just stared at her silently, as if he wanted to find out whether it was true or not. The woman with the beautiful smile in his memory turned out to be like this...
If he had looked at her so seriously in the past, she would probably be very happy.
But now she just feels sick and wants to gouge out his eyes.
"What are you looking at? Is there something wrong with me?" She asked softly and reminded her.
"How did you come back?" the storyteller asked.
"Why, you want to kill me again and make me lose my soul?" Princess Mingkang asked.
"I have never thought about it that way." The storyteller said worriedly: "I feel sorry for you and made a big mistake. It has nothing to do with him, so don't hurt him."
She frowned, "When have you ever been so kind to others?"
"You have just learned to speak. When did you become so vicious?" the storyteller said.
"Isn't it thanks to you that I am where I am today, and the fate of not being reincarnated is all your fault."
The storyteller held Ji Liyou's right hand folded flat on his lap with his backhand, as if he had done it to another person a thousand times and couldn't change it for a while.
"I'm just asking you, don't hurt him."
Princess Mingkang just looked at him deeply, silently retracted her hand, and said softly: "Please respect yourself, God."
"You want my life, don't you?" the storyteller asked.
Princess Mingkang smiled bitterly: "Just because you killed me once, you now naturally think that as long as you die once, I will forgive you?"
"So what do you want?"
The sentence "What do you want" made Princess Mingkang know that he was still the same Li Xiuning as before, without any change, just as cruel and ruthless.
Princess Mingkang said sternly: "You think that all these years I have been so low-spirited and abandoned everything to love you, and all my advances towards you are just underhanded, right?"
The storyteller was speechless for a moment. The current Princess Mingkang was too unfamiliar to him. He could no longer manipulate her as before. An angry woman must find an outlet to vent. It was because she loved him that she blindly lost her. She had gained wisdom, and now she understood that besides hatred, she no longer had tolerance for him.
Princess Mingkang suddenly woke up. In other words, the person in front of her had never loved her for a moment. He just wanted to achieve his goal.
Thinking about it like this, Princess Mingkang suddenly felt a little ironic...
She thought it was a very important thing, but to him, she threw it away casually and lazily packed it away. After a long time, one day when he suddenly remembered that thing, he looked back. I looked for it, but found that it was no longer there. I just said, oh, it turned out to be lost.
"Li Xiuning, have you ever loved me?"
Such a stupid sentence was asked involuntarily.
The speaker and the listener were stunned at the same time.
He was helpless, "I have never been tempted by you."
"Why didn't you tell me once before?"
If she had the choice to go back to the past, and he made it clear to her, she would choose not to love him, but it was a pity that she couldn't help it.
Princess Mingkang took possession of Ji Liyou's body and said to the storyteller, "Loving you is a part of my life, but there are things more important than loving you. Behind me are thousands of lives in a country. You lied to me, You asked me to put down my mission as a princess and run away with you, and then you made me a hostage and made my brother tie his hands and feet and die miserably on the battlefield. Even if you die a hundred times, it won't be enough for me to relieve my hatred."
Princess Mingkang's eyes became firmer: "I have left too much for you, and now I want to get back everything I lost."
She smiled faintly: "When I was at home, I already made my father embarrassed and worried. I failed very much as a princess. If possible, I will avenge my father and the capital."
She once wanted to try her best to find his sincerity, but she found that he had no heart, at least not for her.
Thinking of this, my heart felt like being pricked by a steel needle.
"You lied to me, used me, and hurt me. How are you going to repay me for this?"
Faced with her questioning, the storyteller had no way to refute, as he was the initiator.
"I missed it once a hundred years ago, and I don't want to miss it a second time. For a foreseeable ending, I will not intervene. I will not help you recover your country."
"Okay." She smiled.
In the blink of an eye, blood flowed from Ji Liyou's mouth.
He bit off his tongue.
"Stop!" the storyteller roared and hurriedly opened his mouth.
Taking the opportunity, he bit the storyteller's finger, almost digging into his knuckles.
The storyteller just wouldn't let go, and Ji Liyou didn't let go either.
The moment Ji Liyou's teeth pierced the storyteller's finger, Princess Mingkang suddenly saw the smile of the person in front of her.
He was waiting for this opportunity, the opportunity to let his blood flow into his mouth openly.
Princess Mingkang was fooled, and the storyteller immediately recited the exorcism spell when the blood dripped into Ji Liyou's mouth.
His eyes gradually returned to clarity, and before he could react to the pain in his mouth, the storyteller stared into his eyes and asked him to keep looking at him. Ji Liyou fell asleep within a moment.
If he hadn't fallen asleep, he would have cried in pain and bit off his tongue. What a heart-wrenching pain it would have been.
Tu Mo walked in, "Your Majesty, are you calling me?"
"Go back to Sanqi Teahouse and call Taotie immediately."
"yes."
The two of them worked together to restore Ji Liyou's wound to its original state. The storyteller patted his shoulder gently, lest he wake up in the middle and make him think it was just a dream, so he coaxed him to sleep.
Ji Liyou did wake up once in the middle and saw him patting him beside him. He closed his eyes and went back to sleep.
The storyteller was so distressed that he wanted to throw the bell on his wrist away immediately, but he couldn't do it. This was Ji Liyou's fate.
Master Ying washed his hands and said bluntly, "The souls of Ji Feiyu and Princess Mingkang collided in his body. Sooner or later, they will tear him apart."
The storyteller nodded, "I have already thought of a perfect strategy, just waiting for me to find the last treasure."
"Even if Ji Feiyu's soul appears again, it will be easy to persuade her, but Princess Mingkang's resentment is overwhelming. How can Your Excellency resolve it?"
"If I can kill her once, I can kill her a second time." There was no wave in his eyes.
Master Ying shook his head, "Your Majesty, Princess Mingkang has done nothing wrong. Perhaps, all she wants is your apology."
The storyteller smiled, "I haven't done anything wrong. I have never done anything wrong in thousands of years. I am a god in this world. Can gods be wrong?"
(End of chapter)