In Tianyu Palace, court officials gathered, and half of the officials were blaming Feng Feiyun.
This is a factional dispute in the Shenjin Dynasty. It is very sharp. Only by completely defeating the other side can we continue to enjoy the glory and wealth and become the next master of imperial power.
On the contrary, Ji Lingao was extremely silent, her skin was pale and colorless, her head turned white in an instant, and there was a kind of vicissitudes of red face and white hair. The commotion above the court seemed to have nothing to do with her, her eyes were dull, like a tree. A rose that is about to wither.
Princess Luofu said: "Princess Moon is no longer alive, this is an indisputable fact, as she is the only princess in the world who is engaged to the God King, it is only natural for the God King to build a mausoleum and guard her tomb for her, not only for three years, Even if it’s ten years or thirty years, it’s all right. But don’t forget, if you want to become the king of different surnames in the Shenjin Dynasty, you must marry a princess. If someone wants to use this name to deprive Feng Feiyun The title of the god king, then... his heart should be punished."
Everyone was dumbfounded, one by one did not dare to say more.
Feng Feiyun was also silent.
Princess Luofu added: "The Lord God King will definitely marry another princess. As for who he wants to marry, this is our royal family's business, and outsiders have no right to ask. Even if he wants to marry this princess, as long as he can If you win the crown of the battle of the concubine, then this princess will definitely marry him, accompany him to build a mausoleum for Princess Yue, wear hemp and filial piety, and guard the tomb for 30 years?"
Princess Luofu said all the words here, naturally no one dared to say more, even Beiming Mo Shou fell silent.
Before the sun went down, the discussion in Tianyu Palace was over, and the top seven in the battle of the concubine were born. To everyone's expectations, Li Xiaonan was eliminated by Long Qingyang and was eliminated early. Of course, he watched that battle. The cultivators in the buddies understand that this is not because Long Qingyang's cultivation is higher than that of Li Xiaonan, but because Li Xiaonan didn't intend to win. His heart belongs to Dongfang Jingyue.
The top seven in the Battle of Consort: Feng Feiyun, Dongfang Jingshui, Beiming Potian, Hongye Prince, Tiandao Ancient House, Mu Xingzi, Long Qingyang.
Today, it is getting late, the battle of the top seven will be held tomorrow, and the monks leave the imperial city one after another.
The clouds in the sky gradually turned from fiery red to cold, and finally completely darkened.
In winter, the temperature difference between day and night is extremely large. At night, the temperature drops rapidly, and there is a heavy snowfall, which can drown the entire Shendu under the thick snow overnight.
As night fell, Feng Feiyun walked out of the Tianyu Palace, the bright lights inside and outside the imperial city hung high, and the palace maids and eunuchs hurriedly passed by, all salute to Feng Feiyun.
"Da da!"
A group of white cranes pulled an incense cart, galloped in the imperial city, and stopped beside Feng Feiyun. No one was driving.
Feng Feiyun stopped and said, "Is it the concubine goddess?"
There was still silence in the incense car, and it took a long time to hear the sound of coughing, "God King please... cough cough... get in the car..."
Ji Lingao's voice was a bit desolate, quite sad, giving people infinite despair.
A person's voice is full of despair, then this person is not far from death.
The temperature really dropped sharply, Feng Feiyun let out a breath of cold air, and said, "Where are you going?"
"Meet an old friend." Ji Lingao said and coughed again.
Hearing her faint and sad voice at the moment, Feng Feiyun was no longer afraid of her as usual. She seemed to be just an ordinary woman. Feng Feiyun directly boarded the carriage, lifted the curtain, and walked in. .
The incense chariot moved forward again, leaving the imperial city.
Ji Lingao was sitting in the corner of the incense car. Although her white hair was crystal clear and her face was bloodless, she was really beautiful and beautiful today. She was wearing the most simple clothes, like a ignorant girl, without a trace of worldly dust. .
Feng Feiyun was slightly lost, and then he found a place with mink fur to sit down. He had an illusion that Ji Lingao was no longer a concubine, but the one from 180 years ago. Ji family girl, gentle, playful, erudite, intelligent.
The two seem to have met across time and space. They met one hundred and eighty years ago, when Ji Lingao was only sixteen years old, and she was just an outstanding female disciple who had just left the Ji family. Deep concubine.
After Feng Feiyun thought about it for a while, he planned to tell him about Long Cangyue's immortality, thought up the words, and then said, "Actually..."
Ji Lingao spoke before him, smiled slightly, and said, "Zuo Qianshou mentioned you in front of me."
Feng Feiyun was shocked and said, "Master Zuo, where is he now?"
Zuo Qianshou is the genius first formation master. He used to be Ji Lingao's admirer. He regards her as a goddess, obeys every word, and even broke into a dangerous place in the world because of her, the imperial palace of the Shenjin Dynasty, a thief. The "Dragon Spirit Stone", the stone of fortune in the country of the Shenjin Dynasty, was gone.
But what he got was not Ji Ling's love, but Ji Ling's ruthless sword, cut off his right hand, and escorted him to the front of Emperor Jin. Ji Lingbao gave the "Dragon Spirit Stone" to Emperor Jin and became the woman of Emperor Jin, but Zuo Qianshou was imprisoned in the Shendu Heavenly Prison.
Later, under the rescue of Grandpa Feng Feiyun's grandfather, he escaped from the prison and went into exile in the southern borderlands of the Jin Dynasty.
Feng Feiyun still remembers this tragedy in his heart, because he feels that he and Zuo Qianshou are the same kind of people, and they were both planted in the hands of the woman he loves most, which has become a pain in his life.
"You'll be able to see him soon." Ji Ling's beautiful eyes were full of smoke, and she was in picturesque blue clothes, sitting in a quaint car, as if she was a contemplative beauty in a painting.
Zuo Qianshou entered Shendu a few years ago, saying that he wanted to make a settlement with Ji Lingbao, but after Feng Feiyun came to Shendu, he sent people to inquire about his whereabouts many times, but there was no news.
She was speechless all the way, and Ji Lingxi hesitated many times, but she was too frightened to speak because she saw Feng Feiyun's livid face.
The white crane pulled the incense cart, drove to Nantian Temple, and flew straight in.
Foshan is towering and the temples are in forests. Even at night, you can faintly hear the sound of chanting Buddhist scriptures.
Ji Lingao stepped out of the incense cart, stood under the moonlight, stepped on a wisp of green smoke, and walked leisurely toward a mountain pass, where a wooden pavilion was built, and beside the wooden pavilion there was a solitary tomb.
When Feng Feiyun fell to the grave and saw the name "Zuo Qianshou" engraved on the icy stone tablet, everything seemed so sad.
There are also fallen leaves left in autumn around, which are piled up in a thick layer. The night wind blows, and the fallen leaves fly with a "woo woo" sound.
Feng Feiyun has cultivated the phoenix eye, and can see through the tomb, and buried under the soil is an old man who was handsome and extraordinary when he was young, but now he is lying in a cold coffin and has been dead for several years. Because the body of the immortal cultivator is strong, it has not rotted for several years.
His life was ruined by Ji Ling Ai.
"How could he die?" Feng Feiyun squeezed his hands tightly, a cold look in his eyes.
Ji Lingao took an iron-wood broom from the wooden pavilion and swept the leaves in front of the grave with graceful movements, white hair fluttering, and said lightly, "In my life, there is no one I love the most, and there is no one I hate the most. , but there is the most sorry person, and that is him, and I will find a way to make up for him."
The broom flicked, and the fallen leaves fluttered more quickly and landed on the tombstone.
"I'm just sorry?" Feng Feiyun originally thought Ji Lingao was pitiful, but now he thinks she is even more hateful.
"Every year, I will come to visit his grave, recite Buddhist scriptures in Qingtanyuan, and save him. When we first met, I had saved him for three days." Ji Ling said.
"But people are already dead. If you sweep the grave for him, you can make up for it? It's too ridiculous." Feng Feiyun felt amused, and he was thinking, if Shui Yueyue killed Feng Feiyun, would he also give him to him? Burial and sweep his grave every year
Ji Lingbao stopped talking, and continued to sweep the leaves until all the leaves were cleaned, and then went to pull out the weeds on the tomb. There was not a single grass left, so she stopped.
Her pupils are so clear, without a trace of impurities, just like a born baby, innocent, innocent, and green, looking at the tombstone, a grave, and said: "Yes! Killing should be a life-threatening death. "
The air became even colder. Above the sky, snowflakes fell one after another, and they fluttered like white goose feathers. On the lonely grave, before the tombstone.
It was a big snow, and it didn't take long before it engulfed the whole world and turned it into a silver world.
The cold wind is howling, and some people are freezing.
Ji Lingao rubbed her hands, her face turned red, and said, "Feng Feiyun, can you hold me? I feel so cold, so tired, and my heart hurts."
Feng Feiyun didn't intend to go over and hug her, and still stood there, with a thick layer of snow on his shoulders and above his head. After a while, Ji Lingbao was not seen to continue talking, so he gave her a slight glance. , and found that half of her body was frozen in ice and snow, and the ice crystals from the waist to the soles of her feet had been fused into one, her lips were trembling, and there was no trace of blood in the cold.
Feng Feiyun rushed over and hugged her. He could only hug half of her body. He shot a spiritual energy in his hand to expel the cold air in her body, but it could only slow down the speed of freezing, and could not save her at all. Come back, "You took the Ten Thousand Years Ice Soul before you came here?"
The cold air of the ten thousand years of ice soul can seal all the vitality of people, turning flesh and blood into ice crystals, melting jade bones into frost, not to mention Feng Feiyun's current cultivation level, even if Jin Emperor personally took action, it is impossible to remove her from the gate of hell. pull back.
Ji Lingao is like a pure and ignorant girl, with a face full of frost, pillowed in Feng Feiyun's arms, and trembled: "When I heard the news of Yue'er's death, I didn't plan to live any longer."
"Cangyue, she's not dead." Feng Feiyun's hands were full of flames, one hand pressed against her heart and the other held her cheek.
"Already... It doesn't matter... I want to go back to 180 years ago... That would be great!" Ji Lingao's face had an An Ran smile. It was the most sincere smile and the most beautiful in the world. With a smile, he said slowly: "For me... well... take care of her, will you promise... me?"
Feng Feiyun nodded.
Ji Ling's smile became more and more beautiful, her eyelashes trembled slightly, but there was a drop of clear tear on the edge of her beautiful eyes, which was quickly frozen by the cold air and turned into two crystal clear ice beads.
She has turned into an ice sculpture, the ice crystals on her body are getting thicker and thicker, and she is getting farther and farther away from Feng Feiyun.
Through a layer of ice crystals, you can still see her fairy face, but the distance of this layer of thin ice is infinite, too far to cross, it is the distance between life and death.
The cold wind whistled, the leaves were flying, and the snowflakes were like white blades, slapping on Feng Feiyun's body and piling up on him, as if to pile him into an ice sculpture.
Just in front of this lonely grave, Ji Lingao is atonement for her life.
"Amitabha!"
A Buddha's horn sounded, and a little monk stepped on the snow, walking in the wind and snow, his eyes were desolate, and he said: "She has worked hard for the survival of the Ji family all her life, and sacrificed her reputation, Sacrificed the purest heart, and finally sacrificed himself."
Feng Feiyun said: "What does this mean?"
"The Ji family is a family of treasure hunters, and is not tolerated by the yin and yang realms. She sacrificed herself, married Emperor Jin, and became a concubine. With the protection of Emperor Jin, the Ji family can exist to this day. Zuo Qianshou's This matter has nothing to do with her at all, it is all arranged by the Ji family, but she always feels that it is her own crime and debt." Da Maitreya said with a sense of loss.
Feng Feiyun closed her eyes tightly, no wonder when she finally asked Feng Feiyun to hold her, she said that she was so tired, it turned out that she was really so tired.
The big Maitreya said again: "Emperor Jin is about to abdicate, and no one will protect the Ji family. She must let Princess Yue ascend to the throne of Emperor Jin so that the Ji family can continue to survive. What she has done is actually hers. Voluntary, and the mistakes she committed should have been forgiven, but no one can understand her."
"Is it really worth it?" Feng Feiyun hugged the Iceman in her hands, she had completely lost her anger and became one with the ice.
"Sometimes, it's worth sacrificing a woman for the survival of a family." When Da Maitreya said this, he hesitated, obviously he didn't quite believe what he said.
She was a poor woman after all.
After taking the Ten Thousand Years Ice Soul, Ji Lingao became relaxed, young, innocent, and green, and let go of all the burdens, just like the smart girl from ice and snow one hundred and eighty years ago, who has not yet been selected as that one. A woman who sacrificed for her family.
Perhaps at the last moment of her life, she also wanted to have a period of her own youth and her own life, so she was in the same car with Feng Feiyun, but that was just her own extravagant hope. At that time, Feng Feiyun was right. She only hated, but did not cherish.
If Feng Feiyun knew the reason in advance, maybe on the way, in the ancient car, he would be better for her, of course, just maybe!
In life there is no if and no possibility!