After entering the hall, Luo Ci saw the young man sitting in front of the dressing table. The complex red clothes were not ostentatious, but rather warm, like the red of plum blossoms.

He is not a young man in fresh clothes and angry horses, nor is he a zhilan jade tree. He is as gentle as jade. He is just quietly immersed in his own world, just like the snow-clad boy sitting in the courtyard when he first met, and the coldness of early winter. blend.

Now it's a little warmer.

Hearing the movement, he turned his eyes slightly, his voice was a little hoarse, he deliberately suppressed it, and it was not unpleasant, "Why is the wife and master here?"

I could only see half of his face, and I couldn't see how the left side was recovering.

There was no way for his throat to recover completely. The fire that night had scorched his throat, and he could not speak for several days. Until now, it has only been relieved by medicine. He can only speak softly. It will be normal.

Luo Ci stepped forward, slightly worried in her heart, "Is your throat uncomfortable?"

Chu Si shook his head, "It's okay."

He was already used to it.

He took Luo Ci's hand, slowly touched his left face, and gently covered it. It was white and flawless, without any unevenness, and the light-colored clear pupils were extremely pure, "My wife, my face has recovered."

She was slightly startled, but she didn't want to ask the reason or be angry. She thought about what the fragments had been doing when she slept a few days ago.

Suddenly, she held his hand and said softly, "I'm here to pick you up."

There was some soft light in Chu Si's eyes, and a certain emotion flashed in his pupils. He heard himself say, "Okay."

From the upper seat, they sat side by side. She held her own hand and crossed half of the palace. On both sides of the road were palace servants kneeling on the ground and saluting.

He looked around, his expression was very calm, and his beautiful and delicate appearance was somewhat indistinguishable, and he was a well-deserved beauty.

He had seen the scene after the canonization of the monarch, but there was no such solemn atmosphere.

No one dared to raise their heads, and no one dared to speak in private. The supremacy of imperial power has been engraved in their bones, and the expressions of all palace servants are serious and nervous.

The chariot came to the outside of the Golden Palace, and they got off the chariot. The queen's clothes were covered with eighteen layers, but they were designed to be neutral and not too feminine.

Luo Ci held his hand, passed the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty, and put on the phoenix crown for him in person.

A solemn vocal music was played outside the hall, and the Minister of Rites had a solemn expression and read the canonization speech.

After everything is over, "Li Cheng!"

This is the end of the canonization ceremony, and there will be a banquet after the canonization ceremony, which is considered a wedding banquet.

They went back to the dormitory and changed into convenient clothes. Although they were still luxurious, they were not as heavy as wedding clothes.

Luo Ci lowered her head and carefully undressed the pieces one by one. The clothes were wrapped around her body one by one, and then she tightened her waist and put on a robe, so she didn't look bloated.

Chu Si stood up obediently, he suddenly swayed, and when he opened his eyes again, the color of his pupils changed.

His arms were supported, and the girl's soft voice came, "Are you tired?"

The Lord God lowered his eyes and stared at her, his shallow lips slightly opened, "No."

He squeezed her chin lightly, without much force, but the girl still had to obey his hand and raised her head slightly, "Don't use that sword in the future."

His delicate face looks very calm, and his voice is also very flat. He seems to be aloof, but he is really pleading with her.

Luo Ci was stunned.

She lowered her head like a little beast with drooping ears admitting mistakes, her voice low and soft, "But I'm still too weak myself."

She can only use the power of that sword to solve them.

She raised her head, her beautiful eyes were stubborn, and her eyes flashed with tears, "I remember them all!"

Rong Qing's tone was a bit difficult, "When did it happen?"

"From the beginning."

He pursed his lips slightly and gently wiped away the tears that were about to overflow from the corners of her eyes. He didn't expect that she could hide her thoughts for so long, almost never showing them in front of him.

After a long while, he said, "I will be there in the future."

Luo Ci threw herself in his arms, her voice muffled and choked, "I can already be on my own."

If he has to take care of everything, what if... he will become like his brother?

From beginning to end, she was overwhelmed by so much self-blame and rejection, why should she pay for what she did! How can God rule over ordinary people's affairs?

She thought of the picture of her brother leaving her, she heard him say.

"Because I'm your brother."

"It's only right and proper for my brother to protect his sister."

A very gentle tone, with a smile on his face, his unruly red eyes are very soft, but his face is getting more and more blurred.

Even though, for her who has traveled through so many planes, it is already very far away.

But the words of that time will never be forgotten.

Not at all...

not like this.

He didn't have a surname originally, but he took the surname in order to give her an identity.

He is, Chuan.

One of the original two gods.

Rong Qing felt a dull pain coming from his heart. In fact, it was not only that she could perceive her own emotions through the flower of life, but he could also.

It was her mourning.

Time will not heal all scars.

The pain of passing away a loved one will be very painful at the time. Even if it has been a long time, I may feel that it has faded and it is not so uncomfortable, but every time I think of it, I will feel an unspeakable loss in my heart.

The emotion may be very light, but it can last forever.

Even in the middle of the night, when someone mentioned him, he couldn't help but choked up, begging that person to stop talking, and he said it intermittently.

Weeping almost hysterically, very sad.

There were tears in his eyes when he woke up.

What's more, she always felt that it was her reason that caused her brother to leave.

Together with the pain of losing a loved one and the accumulated self-blame, it sank in her heart.

So in the plane of the end times, she couldn't even refute that god.

Rong Qing's voice was soft, "Didn't he say it? It's not your fault. I'm not lying to you, it's a fact."

He and Luo Chuan are gods of equal strength.

How could it be counterattacked by the small plane.

It's just that she was still young and couldn't withstand the scourge, so Luo Chuan took her place.

With a low sigh, her palms caressed her neck, and she passed out in her arms.

The Lord God picked her up, put her on the bed, put her palm on her forehead, and concealed those sad emotions. She would still remember those things, but she would not be so sad when she woke up.

He sat quietly beside the bed, his expression light.

There is no good for no reason in the world, at least for Luo Chuan, this is the case. Luo Chuan is willing to give her an identity because she is good to him, and the pure white kindness she released when she is hazy, touched him, so she Be nice to her.

The same is true for the Lord God.

It's a love that slowly builds up over time.