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, the emperor had a great chance of passing the throne to him, but Qiaochu harmed him, causing him to lose his mind due to guilt. If Jinghong could have been more patient that day... Qiaochu has harmed him once, do you want to make him make the wrong choice again?"
"He was not making a choice that day, he couldn't help himself. He killed the king not because he felt guilty, but because he truly loved Sister Qiao. Sister Qiao has never harmed him. If you have to say that she harmed him, it was you who harmed both of them!" Dong Ning finally let out all the pain and anger that he had been holding back.
Shen Qingling sneered in her heart, walked up to Zong Pu, and lowered her voice, "Zong Pu, you have always been the best at seizing opportunities. What do you think this time?"
Dong Ning smiled coldly, stood up and wanted to leave. No one tried to persuade her at this time. They were all angry in their hearts, but they did it for Shangguan Jinghong's sake. Zong Pu reached out and grabbed Dong Ning's arm, laughed softly, and said, "Qing'er, this depends on the Eighth Master's opinion. I'm afraid he won't agree."
Her eyes fell on the hands of the two men, and Shen Qingling's heart slowly sank. An indescribable discomfort and depression weighed on her. She suddenly raised her head and stared at Zong Pu, "You want to betray me too?"
Zong Pu laughed at himself and said, "The worst thing I have done in my life is not letting you say this to me earlier."
Shen Qingling shuddered all over, and she held the table hard to suppress her strong desire to leave. For Shangguan Jinghong, she endured this humiliation.
"No, go into the palace."
Just as she was thinking, she heard a low voice coming from the door. Everyone was startled and stood up, looking at the man who walked in from outside.
It's dusk again.
The evening light made his slightly lame legs look as if they had never been injured.
The once black hair turned into orange-red snow.
Everyone was surprised by the low, laughing voice, which was so clear and ethereal that it seemed to be able to look down on everything in the world.
When they saw the man slowly standing at the door lintel, everyone was shocked and stood still, unable to move at all.
His green robe had almost turned red, it was all blood, and he was covered in blood... The evening light shone on the robe, and the brilliant light seemed to dye it into a golden red cassock.
He was not wearing a mask, maybe he took it off or forgot about it, I don't know. His face seemed to be stained with blood, with a spot of red on his forehead.
Like a cinnabar.
This was the first time Lang Linling saw the man's appearance. He looked exactly like the prince... But before she could be filled with fear and joy at his beautiful face, a sense of desolate distance arose spontaneously.
I don’t know if it was because of his hair that suddenly turned completely white, or the bright cinnabar on his head.
She stared blankly, just like everyone else, at his gentle smile.
His eyes seemed to carry thousands of years of sadness and desolation.
Look at his hands, which are covered in bright red as if they had been immersed in a pool of blood.
Look at the blue veins on the back of the hand that seem to be about to burst.
Look at the paper tightly held in his palm.
He held it so tightly, as if it were some precious treasure.
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"Old Eight, is your wound open? Jingping, quickly send the secret guard to take a look."
Finally, Prince Ning suppressed his fear and sternly told Jing Ping. He wanted to go forward to check, but he finally stopped where he was. He suddenly felt that he couldn't get close to this brother who had been close to him since childhood. He didn't dare to get close to him. In his life, only the emperor and the prince had given him such a feeling, but those were the distances brought by power. In front of him, the heavy feeling of distance was much heavier than the former.
It seemed that other people were in the same situation as him, so everyone forgot to help him.
Jing Ping seemed to have just come to his senses from his shock and ran out, but was stopped by Shangguan Jinghong.
"Jinghong, what are you holding in your hand? What have you done?"
Zong Pu then spoke, and his voice sounded slightly trembling.
"Shangguan Jinghong, where did you take our master? We went to the ice cellar, but she wasn't there!"
The answer was revealed by the shocked and angry questioning of the two maids who suddenly arrived outside the door.
Shangguan Jinghong lowered his eyes, staring at the paper in his hand, and replied, "No need to look for it. I took her body to the study, warmed it up, and cut it open. I want to take this thing."
The dusk is not very quiet, there are always some sounds around, but these sounds seem to be completely dead at this moment.
It was so quiet.
That was the sound of Shangguan Jinghong stroking the paper.
Only this sound remains.
He spoke so calmly, as if he had just talked about dissecting an animal rather than a person, the woman he loved most.
After a deathly silence, the whole hall became chaotic.
The beauty's eyes turned red, and she rushed forward to fight with the four men. Lao Tie, Jing Ping and Jing Qing stepped forward to stop them.
Shangguan Jinghong did not fight back. He remained very quiet, staring at the paper in his hand.
A kind of suffocating feeling that made people want to shout out but couldn't was like a choke in the throat. When Lao Tie and others subdued the two pairs of maids and pressed the mute points, Shen Qingling suddenly found that her feet could not take a step forward. She clearly wanted to get closer to him, but when he said those words lightly, she froze in horror.
Fear, yes; and a trace of cold trembling from the soles of her feet to every pore of her body made it difficult for her to move. There has never been a moment more terrifying than now - even when Qiaochu had just died and the man was mad with grief.
It turns out that the most terrifying emotion of a person is never madness but indifference. She suddenly had a feeling that she would never be able to be with this man again.
Without the voices of the four beauties, the surroundings fell into terrible silence again.
Everyone looked at each other and noticed that the others were trembling slightly.
No one knew why Shangguan Jinghong did what he did, just as no one thought about what Qiaochu would eat.
No one understands these two people, this man and that woman. Perhaps only they themselves understand.
Lang Linling felt something cold on her eyelashes. She moved her lips a few times, but no sound came out. In a trance, she only heard a trembling voice, "Brother Jinghong, why did you do that?"
The one asking the question was Dong Ning.
Shangguan Jinghong slowly raised his head, the smile on his face not diminishing, "She took the trouble to give me a hint, and I also want to see my child with her. She won't come back. Well, this is also good."
His tone was gentle, and a hint of dark red liquid flowed out of his mouth. It was unclear whether the blood on his robe was Qiaochu's or his.
He suddenly stopped talking, his eyes were calm, as if he was suddenly lost in some memories.
Everyone's heart seemed to be grasped by something. They wanted to ask him about the secret of the oil paper, and what he was thinking about, but in the end they did not dare to disturb him.
So, they didn't know that in his mind, a solemn palace was floating at this moment, and outside the palace, frost flowers bloomed into a pink sea of clouds.
There were guests in the temple that day.
Amid the smoke of tea and cooking, three people sat around the table.
There were two men. One was wearing a bright yellow robe, with his hair tied up with a jade crown; the other was wearing a plain white robe, with his black hair not tied up in a bun like the former, but tied up with a clear blue hairband.
The two are playing chess.
There was another woman in a purple dress sitting next to the man in the jade crown.
She and the man seemed to be a couple. Under the table, the man's hand was holding hers.
There were several young monks cleaning the courtyard, and several monks guarding behind the man in white robes - these people were all important figures, but to this man, they were just his disciples. Therefore, their postures were very pious, standing quietly, just waiting for the man to give instructions.
The sound of morning prayers was very loud, coming from the hall, but it didn't seem to disturb the players at all. The chessboard was black and white, and the game was very stable. So far, the game had been going on for an hour or so, and there was still no winner. The monks were watching the excitement and holding their breath. Both sides were in danger at this time. One wrong move would mean the end of the game.
The woman seemed a little bored and leaned slightly on her husband's shoulder. Suddenly her eyes lit up.
A white shadow rushed out from the hall at an extremely fast speed and jumped onto the table. When it landed, it flicked its tail and the chess pieces scattered instantly. The game had to be declared over.
"Feitian, change me back to human form."
It squatted on the chessboard with its butt facing the man in yellow robe, but its blue eyes were staring angrily at the man in white robe.
This thing has pointed ears and is obviously a little fox.
"How dare this little beast disturb the Buddha, the Emperor of Heaven and the Empress of Heaven!"
The monks were scolding, and one monk came to grab the little fox's tail. It squeaked and actually jumped onto the lap of the man in white robe.
It turned out that the man and woman were the emperor and empress of heaven, and the man in white was Fei Tian, the ancestor of all Buddhas.
The emperor and empress laughed quietly, but several monks were panicked. This little goblin was so bold, could the knee of the Lord of Ten Thousand Buddhas be a place for him to have fun
"Buddha, please forgive us." Everyone said in panic and reached out to catch the little fox.
The man in white robe suddenly stretched out his hand and placed it between the monk and the little fox.
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"It did something wrong and has been punished, so let it be."
The monks were startled, knowing that this Buddha was very compassionate, they hastily retreated. However, they found it strange that Fei Tian was very compassionate, yet he never liked people to get close to him.
The little fox lay on Feitian's lap and refused to leave. He curled up in a comfortable position and glared at Feitian, "If you don't change me back to my original form, I will always stick to you and follow you in everything you do, even to the toilet."
Fei Tian did not drive it away, but put the scattered chess pieces back to their original positions one by one, and said lightly: "Well, the cold poison in my body has not yet disappeared, and someone who loves to endure the cold and warm me up would be the best. Come on..."
As he spoke, he reached out his hand and lightly pressed the little fox's head. The little fox was startled and wanted to escape, but he could not move. He could only look to the Queen Xiao Qi for help.
The truth is out.
The monks finally understood why Fei Tian was willing to let the little fox show off. Although this Buddha was merciful, he was very clear about rewards and punishments. Once a mistake was made, the punishment would be extremely severe.
Xiao Qi watched the chess pieces return to their positions quickly. He was just marveling at Fei Tian's powerful memory. Seeing the pitiful look of the little fox, he said, "Lord Buddha, was it you who turned Ruolan into this? You are abusing a small animal."
Ruolan got support and nodded immediately, "Mother is right, Feitian, you are abusing me."
Feitian ignored her and only said to Xiaoqi, "Queen Mother, it has committed a crime and should be punished."
Xiao Qi winked at Ruolan, who shook her head vigorously. Xiao Qi pushed the person next to him, hoping that Long Feili would help.
Long Feili, who had been silent the whole time, looked as if he knew everything. He asked Feitian calmly, "Did Ruolan go to Cangnian Buddha to cause trouble again?"
Ruolan also knew the truth. She curled up on Feitian's lap with her ears drooping. Xiaoqi spread his hands, indicating that there was nothing he could do to help her.
Later, after three games of chess, there was no clear winner, so Long Feili and Fei Tian agreed to play again another day.
Ruolan had fallen asleep on Feitian's lap.
Long Feili glanced at Ruolan and said, The Buddha’s old injury has not healed yet, so there is no need to see him off.
Fei Tian smiled and said okay, although he didn’t see him off himself, he still sent the monks to see him off.
When Long Feili left for a while, he frowned and a trace of blood flowed out of his mouth. He reached out to wipe it, looked down at Ruolan, and suddenly made a hand gesture, and a halo appeared on the table.
Light like a mirror.
There were people in the mirror. They were Long Feili and Xiao Qi who had already parted ways with the monks. Long Feili held Xiao Qi's hand, and the two walked slowly and intimately.
Xiao Qi said, "Ah Li, Fei Tian is too harsh. He turned Ruolan into a little fox. Who can bear the cold poison in his body?"
Long Feili chuckled and said, "The little fox is sleeping soundly."
Xiao Qi was stunned for a moment, "What do you mean?"
"What I mean is that if Fei Tian is willing to suffer more serious injuries and use his divine power to drive away the cold, it's not impossible."
"Ruolan was delivered by Feitian himself, so it's not surprising that he would feel pain for her," Xiaoqi suddenly realized. She analyzed it and frowned, puzzled, "But since he would rather get hurt than let Ruolan suffer, why did he change it back to its original form? I don't understand."
Long Feili stopped smiling and suddenly hugged Xiao Qi into his arms.
Xiao Qi blushed, "Long Feili, this guy is still outside..."
Long Feili stroked her hair and said slowly: "With your brain, can you see Feitian's thoughts? Feitian can only hold Ruolan when she is a little fox. Do you understand?"
The halo was suddenly crushed in Feitian's hands.
Someone understood his thoughts.
He chuckled, with a hint of deep mockery at the corner of his mouth.
He moved slightly, and Ruolan woke up with a start. She looked at him with wide eyes, then tilted her head and said, "Feitian, you feel warm. Are your cold injuries healed?"
Fei Tian reached out his hand and swatted Ruolan to the ground, knocking her unconscious. She said angrily, "You are always mean to me. Be careful, in the next life, I will swap our identities and personalities and I will be so mean to you."
Fei Tian said coldly: "Buddha has no next life."
Ruolan was stunned for a long time, then she hummed softly and said, "I often ask my mother about her past in the human world. She and His Majesty went through a lot of hardships in the human world, so they are doing well now. It's great to be a human. I wish I were a human."
"When they were in the human world, the Queen Mother suffered a lot. If it were you, would you be willing to do the same?"
Fei Tian's voice became deeper. Ruolan saw the coldness in his eyes and lowered her head a little more, but nodded honestly: "Of course I am willing. Even if it is only half or one third of their time and experience... I am willing."
"You are just envious of the Queen Mother of Heaven for having the Emperor of Heaven. Don't come here tomorrow. You are already engaged. If you are in love, go back and get married. This place is not suitable for you."
Fei Tian's voice suddenly faded, and then returned to its usual gentle and peaceful tone. Ruolan was stunned for a long time before she said, "I won't leave. I will stay here forever as your maid."
"I have three thousand disciples, and I don't need any of you."
"Feitian, do you know that I... I like you, I won't pester you, I will still do what I should do, clean the house for you, copy scriptures for you