Ninety-ninth bowl of soup on the other side (7)

All things have their own laws of growth, which ebb and flow, but they will eventually come to an end. A lot of happiness and sadness while alive will be forgotten after death. If you don't want to forget, and are not willing to forget, you have to pay a huge price.

If a body has been completely damaged, it is impossible to repair it, because it is broken if it is broken. But now, someone has learned of the method to mend the body, and Jing Xiang has done what he shouldn't have done for this method.

He spent his nights and nights in this huge room alone, trying to find a way to implement it from ancient books. Even if there is only a little hope, he will do it.

He made a decision long ago. Qinghuan is here, like an outsider watching a movie. The movie has been made and is being released. Everything here has happened in the past. It is an established fact and cannot be reversed. What can't be changed, even the people here are gray, they are like old records, the dust flying from the pages of the book in the sun, the pages of the book faded in the memory, they breathe and live, but they are long gone.

Even time here is empty and short.

Jing Xiang's life has been busy for most of his life. Now that he is growing up, the emperor respects him, so that he can steal these few days of leisure.

"Don't be afraid, you will leave here unscathed."

Qing Huan listened and raised his head to look at his back. He was sitting at the desk like a black mountain. When he was not alarmed, the curtain would not end. "Then how long are you going to keep me locked up?"

"It won't be long. When Nie Jing is dead, you will be free." He said lightly, "I have sent someone to the palace to inform the son and say that I would ask you to stay here for a while to accompany my aunt. Auntie. The person who is getting older and always wants to pass away, you are somewhat similar to that person, and she likes you very much."

Qing Huan doesn't doubt this. Qi Fuming trusts this teacher very much and will never doubt it, but how long will this so-called "a period of time" be? And he simply kept her in this room and never let her out. When she is released, whether Nie Jing or other art is good, I am afraid that he will handle them cleanly.

Nie Jing shouldn’t think that he was still the man who was still a little scrupulous when he was young. Jing Xiang is now a madman on the verge of being on the verge of doing things that the world can’t imagine, and even what is incompatible with the laws of nature. For this, He is about to pay a very painful price.

Qing Huan originally thought it would take a lot of time, but what she didn't expect was that Qi Fuming would come to pick her up in just seven days. This time, she didn't want to leave. Qi Bimming will break a heart, how many days did my sister live here? Just like this nostalgia? For the past seven days, he will go to Xiangfu every day, but the door of Xiangfu is always closed. The grandfather said to keep his sister for a few days, and I don’t know what to do if he wants to stay. If this person is not the grandfather, he is Determined not to rest assured.

But this definitely does not include the fact that my sister refused to go with her after seven days!

The matter of the man in black has been checked, and it was Nie Jing, the remnant of the Nie family, who was manipulating behind him. In the early hours of this morning, Nie Jing and his men had already fallen down, and Qi Fuming was completely free. I wanted to take my sister to play around again, but I didn't expect the little girl to say that she would stay in Xiangfu for a few more days!

Jing Xiang said: "Take her away."

Hearing this, Qing Huan is not happy yet, but Qi Fuming has picked her up and rushes to the door of Xiangfu without saying a word, and quickly squeezes her into the carriage, for fear that she will be noisy and want to stay. With a wave of her horse whip, she will leave. The house is far away.

"...Xiang Mansion is not fun at all, it's lifeless, Wang Mansion is much more fun, or do you want to go to your grandfather's house to play?" Qi Fuming asked seriously, and he was too busy these days because of the man in black. Those people are very clever and skillful. If the younger sister stays in the palace, it will be unsafe. Qi Fuming cannot guarantee that the princess will desperately protect her sister, so he promised to put Qinghuan in the Xiangfu, at least here is absolutely safe.

"I don't want to go." Qing Huan opened the curtain and glanced back. The door of Xiangfu was closed. She frowned slightly. Nie Jing must be dead, otherwise Qi Fuming didn't have time to take her around to play.

If Nie Jing dies, what will Jing Xiang do next? Qing Huan always felt that Xiangfu had other secrets, but she didn't know what they were.

"Sister Huan." Qi Fuming suddenly became a little worried. He held his sister's small face looking back and forced her to look at himself: "You won't be the opposing master..."

Qing Huan was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed: "Of course not."

"Then why pay attention to him so much?" Qi Fuming still didn't relax. "My brother tells you that the grandfather is a person with a family, and what is the difference in age between him and you, don't think about it."

"I know, he has a ghost lady."

"Knowing you still—"

"I really don't." Qing Huan said seriously, "I just think Xiangfu is very strange."

"It's normal to be weird. There is not a trace of liveliness. Everyone is like stagnant water. Isn't it weird?"

In fact, Qing Huan was not talking about this. She thought the strangest thing was the room, but before she could speak again, Qi Fuming told her again and again: "Our girl, she can never marry her all her life, and she can still live a smart life. Be comfortable, don't like people you shouldn't like."

The girls from other families have begun to meet each other at this age, but the Qingwang couple are not pedantic. The youngest daughter is smart and lovely since childhood. Even if the couple is gone, they will still enjoy the glory and wealth for a lifetime. It is not necessary to marry a child. . As the daughter of their husband and wife, of course they have the right to choose their lives freely. Even if she does not marry, she is still the Chang'an princess that everyone is envious of to please. Besides, parents are not in a hurry, so where do you need others to make ideas?

Qing Huan nodded and said that she knew that she would naturally not marry, nor would she like anyone, but she still wanted to stay in Xiangfu. When she sleeps in that room every night, where does Jing Xiang go? That should be his room, isn't it? He didn't sleep on the ground and didn't go out. Where did he go? But every next morning, he would start reading early.

"Brother, can't I really stay in Xiangfu for a few more days?"

"No." Qi Fuming refused simply and neatly.

okay then.

Since she can't stay, she can always go see Qing Nu and Auntie?

Two days after Qinghuan returned to the palace, he prepared a thank-you gift and went to the Xiangfu in person to thank the grandfather for his care over the past few days.

Auntie’s condition is deteriorating. She can’t live for long. At this age, she gradually forgets a lot. Sometimes she doesn’t even recognize the young slave who has taken care of her for so many years, let alone the fact that she once had a daughter. .

It's great to be able to forget, never miss it again, and never feel sad. The most feared thing is that I can't forget it. I cut my heart with a blunt knife. That's not enough.

Regarding Qing Huan’s coming again, Jing Xiang’s reaction was very cold, as if he didn’t know her. After watching Qing Huan’s aunt, he followed him, "The master still refuses to tell me what the deal was with Nie Jing. Huh?"

"Nothing to do with you."

"Who said it has nothing to do with me, do you know my name?"

He really doesn't know yet.

He trusts each other with Qing Wang and his wife, but this does not hinder their wicked relationship. How happy and happy the Qing Wang husband and wife have been for so many years, how desolate his lonely family is. He only heard about the birth of the little princess, and then learned that the Supreme Emperor had given the word Chang'an the title of the little princess, and then he never paid attention to it. No matter what her name is, what does it have to do with him. The little princess has not been to Yanliang for many years, and people who know her affectionately call Bao'er in front of Jing Xiang, so he doesn't know her name.

In the previous few days, he also asked her to be the princess, and he had not even asked her name.

Qing Huan watched him walk forward quickly, and said loudly: "My name is Qing Huan!"

Jing Xiang's footsteps stopped, he slowly turned around, as if he hadn't heard clearly, and asked her: "What do you say your name is?"

"Qing Huan."

She repeated it again, "The taste in the world is the joy of joy."

Jing Xiang's eyes, which were always dead as stagnant water, finally had some fluctuations. He hadn't heard the name again for many years. The lively girl in front of him stood in front of him, causing him to tremble.

"What the **** do you want to do?" Qing Huan stepped forward. "Maybe she doesn't want to see you doing this, why bother?"

But Jing Xiang's loss of control was just a blink of an eye, and he quickly returned to his usual appearance, turned and left.

Qing Huan didn't catch up this time, but sighed. I had known it a long time ago, he would not be moved anyway, because all these were established facts, and she was in it and couldn't change it.

She was different from what she was before her death, completely, and became two completely different people.

Yesterday's various things such as death yesterday.

After Jing Xiang returned, he sat alone in the room for a long time. For the first time, he did not spend time on reading. He held a brush in his hand, and the ink dripped with the tip of the pen dropped on the fine rice paper, leaving a A muddy ink idea. How long has it been?

How long has he lived?

How long has she been away?

Over the years, he tried many methods, but he could neither recall her soul nor make her dream. But he didn't want to die like this. He died too late, afraid that he would not be able to catch up in the underworld. If he had forgotten the events of his life, he would not want to, so he thought of a ridiculous and whimsical method.

Since you can't die, don't die.

The world seeks longevity for prosperity and glory, and the emperor seeks longevity for generations to come, but he just wants to see her again, it doesn’t matter if he can’t recognize each other, he wants to be the mud under her feet, the wind near her ears, the tree in front of her , That's enough.

To continue the frontier, such an idea, he does not have.