Rong Xian didn't know that in the hearts of Marven Ye and Su Xuan, she had changed from a politician who turned black and white to a child who could not be separated from her father.
When she heard Su Xuan's words, the curvature of the corner of her mouth did not fall. Although the faint smile was warm, it gave people a feeling of melancholy, which made people feel distressed.
"He spent more than ten years in Xiaoqianjie for me. I..." Rong Xian lowered her eyelids, her long eyelashes concealed the true emotions in her eyes, "I don't want him to lose anything more for me."
This is as if Sizhen's departure was not driven by her.
After Sizhen left, she would not get in the way of Rong Xian. Rong Xian was too happy to be happy, so how could she be reluctant.
But she couldn't say that to her subordinates. She brewed feelings and said in a similar way: "I always feel that this difference means that we won't meet each other."
Seeing that His Highness was in such a low mood, how could a courtier not take the initiative to share his worries.
Marven Ye glanced at Rong Yu and motioned for the apprentice who seemed to have the closest relationship with His Highness to comfort His Highness.
Rong Yu's brows twitched, and he took the little snake off his head and played with it without saying a word, pretending that he couldn't hear or see now.
If his master is really so fragile and harmless, there will not be so many people in the world who are afraid of master.
Marven Ye glanced at this guy who didn't care about Master's mood and didn't know how to comfort Master who was only playing by himself. He was a little angry and faintly felt that something was wrong.
But he didn't notice anything wrong, so he could only take a step forward: "His Royal Highness, please take care of your health. When you arrive in the Middle Thousand Realm, you will see Senior Si again."
Rong Xian sighed lightly, her tone seemed to be infinitely sad, and then she seemed to be afraid that the people around her would be worried, she quickly restrained herself, turned around and looked at the two of them apologetically: "I understand, let Ye Xiang and Master Su worry about me."
Marven Ye narrowed his eyes with a smile, and said, "It is a blessing for Wei Chen to be able to help Your Highness."
He was quite emotional in his heart. Before, he thought that the princess would be unacceptable, but he never thought that the princess would be well-behaved and docile.
Don't ask the future master to be more powerful, just ask not to be a bear.
This crown princess just met his expectations. Don't you understand the important affairs of the government? It doesn't matter, it's good to be a mascot, everything has him and the ministers.
Not strong enough? It doesn't matter, Su Xuan and the other members of the Visiting Division are guarding day and night, making sure that even flies can't get close to His Highness.
As long as His Royal Highness is so well-behaved and sensible and does not cause trouble, the requirements are so low!
After Rong Xian ascended the throne in the future, when Marven Ye thought of what he thought at this time, he laughed in his heart that he was too sweet.
"Let's go, it will only add to the sadness." Rong Xian turned and walked down the mountain, followed by Marven Ye and Su Xuan.
Rong Yu nodded the snake's head and asked quietly, "Xiaojin, what do you think Master wants to do?"
What's the point of playing with those two adults like this, they are likely to work together in the future, and Master is not afraid of capsize.
Little Snake: Please call Snake Ajin Thank you.
Rong Yu couldn't understand what the snake was saying, and continued: "Xiaojin, what do you think..."
"Yu'er." A faint voice of joy and anger came, and Rong Yu was agitated and quickly followed.
In the Rong clan, Zuo Hufa was stagnant for a long time in front of a coffin carved from the sacred wood of Kunshan. The holy nostalgia of selfless and the unwilling and persistent look on his face changed very quickly, and finally they were all fixed on nostalgia.
Xiaojing, it has been 1,616 years, and I miss you very much.
As time went by, I became more and more panicked, more and more afraid, the flower that symbolized the new life did not make you come alive, and the traces of you in this world were slowly erased by time.
Xiaojing, I'm afraid, I'm afraid no one will remember you anymore.
He raised his head, and there was a little mist in his holy and compassionate eyes, like a Bodhisattva who saw the suffering of the world and the death of the common people, he shed tears in grief, making people feel that his soul was singing a song of mourning.
He gently stroked the coffin, as if he was stroking the tender blushing face of his beloved girl.
The corners of his lips parted slightly, and a sweet and tender singing sounded softly.
The clean singing wafts gently in this tomb, making people seem to see the blue sky and white clouds, the girl picking lotus seeds on the other side of the awning boat, and the domineering and bright smile.
The sweet and tender tune turns, but it is a dream that twists and turns, every step is sad, every inch is sad.
This is a song to pay homage to the souls of the dead, sad and silent.
At the end of the song, the water mist in his eyes condensed, and he couldn't hold back any longer.
Gently stroking the coffin, the sympathetic young man said softly: "Those people have already gone to hell, and there will be a bodhisattva in hell to judge their crimes. Xiaojing, I really want to go down to accompany you, but I..."
His voice was slightly choked: "For so many years, my hands are covered with blood, and I have betrayed my Buddha."
He said bitterly: "If I die, it will be hell, but you must be in the paradise of bliss. Xiaojing, I am not afraid of death, nor hell, but I am afraid that I will not see you even in death."
The young man subconsciously moved the Buddha beads in his hands, and his mouth was full of bitterness: "The Buddha said, turning back is the shore, if I turn back to atone for my sins, will I be able to come out of hell one day, and will I see you again?"
Xiaojing, when I lost you, I realized that the most important thing in this world is not the Buddha, but your domineering and happy 'selfless'.
After visiting the beloved girl, Protector Zuo reluctantly left the tomb, walked into the place where the relics of the Rong family were placed, and put everything into the storage ring with a wave of hands, and then walked out of the tomb.
After leaving the main tomb, Wu Wu stopped in front of Jiuquan.
He bowed slightly, stretched out his hand and took a handful of Wuyou and drank it into his mouth. The familiar fragrance exploded on the tip of his tongue, and a large blank hit his consciousness.
Wuwu shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Worry-free has never been of use to me, Xiaoxian and I are both pitiful people."
He knows better than anyone how the effect of worry-free is, because this is the wine he brews.
When Xiao Jing died, he poured the wine into the river. He sat by the river and watched all the cultivators and mortals forget their troubles after drinking their worries.
Only he and Xiaoxian, Wuyou never worked.
Because that memory is too unforgettable, it cannot even be erased from reincarnation.
He stretched out his hand and took out a wine gourd, the mouth of the gourd was aimed at Jiuquan, his fingertips swiped the spiritual energy, and the wine in Jiuquan condensed into a trickle and flew into the gourd.
The four black crows who were guarding outside the tomb were bored and played chess together again, but it was Jiang Jin and Bai Song who played chess. The integrity of the 'true gentleman watching chess without saying a word', commanding here and there, was beaten several times by the unbearable Jiang Jin.
No me: My daughter-in-law is gone (╯︵╰)
PS: I almost forgot to update (._.) I'm sorry~
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