The white mist was diffused, like silk rain interweaving into a web, lingering and affectionate.
The hot spring water is boiling and clear, and the fairy source is far away from the cinnabar. The foam is thick in the sun and the spirit liquid is floating in the moon. The ripples and waves are flowing. In the cold spring, I was given a bath in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water was smooth and washed my fat.
The two girls took off their clothes and immersed themselves in warm water. Only their beautiful faces and jade-like necks were blurred in the mist.
The whole body feels relaxed and the brows and eyes are relaxed.
"It's a pity that Yingzhou doesn't have such a good place..."
"Ah Lin, he is the Dragon King of the North Sea, can I kill him..."
Mu Lin raised his eyebrows: "You know it in your heart, no need for me to say more."
"Can you please talk to me for a few more words?"
"Yi Jian, if I tell the truth, with your current level of cultivation, you will not be able to defeat him even if you practice for tens of thousands of years. But no matter what the truth is, he feels guilty and has feelings for you. When you wanted to kill him before, he did not resist. If you want to kill him again, he may not resist."
Mu Lin was telling the truth, and the truth always hurts. Ming Yi couldn't help but purse her lips tightly when she saw that her secret was touched upon.
How is this different from charity? There is a huge difference in strength and status. If she wants revenge, she can only accept his charity. How ironic!
"Yijian, I stopped you from doing it simply because I wanted to give you the truth. No matter what, whether you hate the wrong person or not, you shouldn't be confused."
"Let's wait until he comes back."
Ming Yijian held his breath and dived underwater, doing this over a dozen times, causing countless splashes in the water. He seemed to be in a rather uneasy mood.
Mu Lin seemed to be in a trance, leaning to one side with his eyes closed and pretending to be asleep, and only got up slowly half an hour later.
"I'm done. I'm going to take a rest now. You can take your time."
"Yeah, okay." Ming Yijian took another deep breath and buried his face in the water.
Mu Lin shook her head, found the folded clothes by the hot spring, and put them on one by one. She opened the palace door and saw two maids waiting by the door. One of them led her to the guest room.
Ming Yijian was late to return, and Mu Lin played with the white jade pear blossom hairpin in his hand, not worrying about her safety. Ming Yijian became a terrestrial immortal, and the white jade pear blossom hairpin also became a spiritual tool. Although Ming Yijian was not so dependent on the hairpin, the two still depended on each other. If Ming Yijian got into trouble, the hairpin would also be affected, and Mu Lin would be able to sense it at the first time.
Another hour or two passed, just when Mu Lin was getting restless and wanted to go out to look for him, Ming Yijian finally opened the door and walked in.
Mu Lin raised his head from the soft pillow of the high bed, his eyes widened in surprise for a moment: "Yi Jian? What's wrong with you?!"
It’s not that Mu Lin was making a fuss, but Ming Yi saw that his appearance at this moment looked really - hard to describe.
She looked like a badly bullied female ghost.
She looked lost, with messy hair hanging behind her back, dripping with water, her bright red lips visibly swollen, a row of neat teeth marks faintly visible on her chin, and her neck was blue and purple as if she had an allergy...
"Who hit you? Is there anyone in the North Sea Dragon Palace who dares to bully you? Come on, I'll seek justice for you!" Mu Lin jumped up and stepped forward to hold her hand, only to find that her hand was also cold.
She even spoke in a hoarse voice: "No need, Mu Lin, no one is bullying me, you sit down first..."
Ming Yi forced herself to cheer up and smiled, but her smile was uglier than crying.
Mu Lin pinched a water repelling spell, and added a warming spell on her body, frowning and said: "Tell me what's going on first."
Ming Yijian fell silent for a rare moment, and the atmosphere was somewhat stagnant. Mu Lin also realized that something was wrong, and did not say anything more, but stood up and poured her a cup of hot tea, and patiently sat by her side to accompany her. Ming Yijian took the tea and sipped it mechanically, and a warm and fragrant current spread from her mouth into her stomach.
"Lin Chaosheng is back. I ran into him... at the hot spring." It was difficult to say and extremely embarrassing.
The atmosphere became strangely silent, and the light emitted by the Night Pearl didn't seem to be as warm and bright anymore. Instead, it looked a little... pale.
Mu Lin's face was completely numb, and it was obvious that he had imagined a lot in an instant. How could the collision of hot springs happen? It was most likely that they were being honest with each other!
Oh my god, in such an ambiguous place like a hot spring, a man and a woman, former husband and wife, now enemies... Don’t even mention that Ming Yijian finds it hard to accept. If it were her, she would also want to kill someone!
“This isn’t the most embarrassing thing…” Ming Yi smiled slightly, and Mu Lin felt that there was an indescribable embarrassment and sadness in this smile, and his eyelids twitched suddenly.
Ming Yi recalled what happened at that time with an expressionless face.
Lin Chaosheng waited outside for her to change her clothes, but he pushed the door open and walked in, then took out the Helian Rebirth Mirror, magnified it, stood it on the ground, and walked towards her. His dark eyes stared at Ming Yijian, and the feeling was different from before, making her unable to help but keep backing away, backing away, and even leaning against the pillar.
He kept moving forward until he was about to get close to her! Ming Yi had also come to her senses at this moment, and was about to use her magical power to fight him to the death, when a pale, slender hand reached out, used the hand as a blade, neatly cut off a section of her half-wet black hair, and held it in his hand.
"what you do?"
Lin Chaosheng pretended not to hear, cut off a piece of his own black hair and handed it over, whispering: "Take it, this is the medium to enter the Rebirth Mirror."
Ming Yi took it and asked in a very unfriendly tone, "How do I use it?"
"Put it in the mirror. When a blue glow appears on the mirror, you can pass through the mirror and enter the memory of my past life."
Ming Yi looked at him and then did as he said. She really wanted to know the truth that had troubled her for hundreds of years. It was a knot in her heart and an obsession that she could not let go of for a long time.
The blood flows into the body and the soul goes to hell. It is the pain and hatred that penetrates deep into the bone marrow.
In a clear blue halo, Ming Yijian walked in, and her clothes fluttered like a light white butterfly, disappearing without a trace.
Lin Chaosheng watched the whole process. He stood alone in the hall, and the white mist blurred his expression. A quarter of an hour later, he walked to the Helian Rebirth Mirror and put a strand of Ming Yijian's hair into it. The mirror slowly emitted a light golden light, which made his facial features look as solemn as if they were gilded. He walked straight in. Ming Yijian was enveloped by a strong light and could not help but close his eyes. When he opened them again, he found himself standing outside a palace.
The red walls and yellow tiles are magnificent.
There were three characters written on the plaque of the palace: Qixia Palace. The gorgeous and complex characters complemented the sky covered with golden and red sunset clouds. A woman's heart-wrenching scream came from the palace. Ming Yi seemed to have sensed something and stepped in. The palace maids and eunuchs who came and went passed through her body, busying themselves with delivering the baby for the empress.
Since ancient times, giving birth for women was like taking one foot into the gates of hell, and no one was immune to this fate, regardless of their social status.
Ming Yi laughed at herself, thinking that maybe it was a blessing for her to have the baby aborted early so that she wouldn't have to endure the birthing process.
I don't know how much time had passed, it was already deep night, and the child was finally born amid Concubine Yan's hoarse cries, uttering a loud cry.
Ming Yi was moved when she saw this. She wondered if Lin Chaosheng looked very similar to her unborn child when he was young.
She walked into the delivery room involuntarily, but when she saw the little prince in the cradle, she couldn't help but frown. He was so ugly.
Her child is definitely not so ugly...
Ming Yi watched everything happen as if he was just going through a lot.
The little prince is growing up day by day, he is smart and cute...
Concubine Yan looked haggard, and she knelt with the little prince in front of the cold palace, kowtowed repeatedly, and the blood dyed the ground red...
The Qixia Palace was slowly engulfed by fire. The little prince cried in the dark and was forcibly taken away from the palace. Concubine Yan stood in the palace and smiled...
The little prince had a high fever and forgot his former glory and nobility. He left the imperial capital and came to a small border town, becoming an ordinary child in Lin Xiucai's family...
Lin Chaosheng studied hard for ten years and became a handsome young man. But his adoptive father warned him before his death to be a scholar and not to take the imperial examination or leave his hometown...
She witnessed the boy's ten years of hard study, saw the boy kneeling in front of his adoptive father's sickbed, and watched the loneliness and gloom between his brows...
She watched him cultivate his character and be content with poverty at an age of youth and vigor, and his edges were smoothed and rounded by the cruel reality. But one afternoon, she met the destined girl in red. It was the bright and lively self under the snow-white pear tree...
She was stunned at the first sight of him, but felt lost because she couldn't find him anywhere. She saw how surprised he was when he saw her again, and how he was so conflicted that he never dared to approach her to get to know her, but secretly played tricks on her and broke all her peach blossoms...
She watched how he risked his life to save her, how he carefully took care of her, and even went against his father's wishes to marry her and passed the imperial examination. It turned out that he had promised her that he would enter the officialdom to avenge her...
She watched the wedding night, the warm night, and the boudoir painting eyebrows; she also watched him bid farewell to her and go to Beijing to take the imperial examination, showing his talents in the White Crane Tower where talented people gathered, full of vigor and vitality...
She watched the Fourth Prince's shocked and suspicious eyes in secret, and saw him being captured by the Fourth Prince's men, imprisoned and tortured, and swallowing poisonous insects. She saw the Fourth Prince's cruel and playful smile, and threatened to make him live like a stray dog forever...
She saw him tenaciously survive the journey, and how happy and sad he was to see her; she saw his temperament change drastically, his mood fluctuating, and he spent all day carving a hairpin, as if he was possessed...
She saw how happy she was to be pregnant, she saw his anxiety and worry, she understood the regret and hatred that flashed across his eyes when he lost the child, she saw him start to make plans and secretly send letters...
She saw him become like a walking corpse after her death, selling his hairpin to bury her; she saw him finally get rid of the control of the Fourth Prince with the help of the Crown Prince, becoming the most important aide, and defeating the Fourth Prince in three years...
She saw that he was in a high position and had secretly supported the two remaining siblings of the Ming family to seek revenge and revive the Ming family. She saw that he placed a blank tablet next to her tablet...
She saw that he was always alone, powerful, and was eventually feared by the new emperor, and was killed by thousands of arrows piercing his heart.