In the Tianyu Palace, the officials of the imperial court gathered, and half of the officials were accusing Feng Feiyun.
This is the factional dispute of the Shenjin Dynasty, which is very acute, and 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 Lingcheng was extraordinarily silent, her skin was pale and colorless, her head was white in an instant, there was a kind of vicissitudes of red face and white hair, the hustle and bustle above the court seemed to have nothing to do with her, her eyes were dull, like a rose that was about to wither.
Princess Luofu said: "Princess Yue is no longer alive, this is an indisputable fact, she is the only princess in this world who is engaged to the God King, and it is natural for the God King to build a mausoleum and guard the tomb for her, not only for three years, but even for ten or thirty years."
But let's not forget that if you want to become the king of the Shenjin Dynasty with a different surname, you must marry a princess.
If someone wants to use this as a name to deprive Feng Feiyun of the title of God King, then his heart should be punished. ” Everyone was dumbfounded, and one by one they didn't dare to say more.
Feng Feiyun was also silent.
Princess Luofu said again: "The God King must marry another princess, as for who he wants to marry, this is the matter of our royal family, and outsiders have no right to ask."
Even if he wants to marry this princess, as long as he can win the crown of the battle of the horses, then this princess will definitely marry him, accompany him to build a mausoleum for the princess of the moon, wear linen and filial piety, and guard the tomb for thirty years."
Princess Luofu has said everything here, naturally no one dares to say more, even Beiming Moshou is silent.
Before the sun set, the deliberations in the Tianyu Palace ended, and the top seven of the battle of the horses were born, to everyone's expectations, Li Xiaonan was actually eliminated by Long Qingyang and out of the game in advance, of course, the monks who watched the battle understood that it was not that Long Qingyang's cultivation was higher than Li Xiaonan, but that Li Xiaonan had no intention of winning, and the person he belonged to was Dongfang Jingyue, and it was impossible to really win the battle of the horses.
The top seven of the Battle of the Horses: Feng Feiyun, Dongfang Jingshui, Beiming Potian, Hongye Prince, Tiandao Gucuo, Mu Xingzi, Long Qingyang.
Today, it was getting late, and the battle of the Seven Strongs would be held tomorrow, and the monks left the imperial city one after another.
The clouds on the horizon gradually turned from fiery red to cold, and finally completely darkened.
In winter, the temperature difference between day and night is huge, and the temperature drops rapidly at night, and heavy snowfall can drown the entire Shendu under thick snow overnight.
When night fell, Feng Feiyun walked out of Tianyu Palace, the lights inside and outside the imperial city hung high, and the palace maids and eunuchs hurriedly passed by, saluting Feng Feiyun one after another.
"Dada" A group of white cranes pulled an incense cart, speeding in the imperial city, parked beside Feng Feiyun, no one drove, it seemed a little lonely, and there was no voice coming out of it, and it was extremely silent.
Feng Feiyun stopped and said, "Is it the god concubine?"
There was still silence in the incense car, and after a long time, a coughing sound was heard, "God King, please cough cough on the car" Ji Lingcheng's voice was a little gloomy, quite sad, giving people infinite despair.
If a person's voice is full of despair, then this person is not far from death.
The temperature really dropped sharply, Feng Feiyun exhaled a breath of cold air, emitted white smoke, and said, "Where to go?"
"See an old man."
Ji Lingcheng was coughing again as she spoke.
Hearing her faint and sad voice at the moment, Feng Feiyun was no longer as afraid of her as usual, she seemed to be just an ordinary woman, Feng Feiyun went straight to the chariot, opened the curtain, and walked in.
The incense cart moved forward again and left the imperial city.
Ji Lingcheng sat in the corner of the incense car, although her white hair was crystal clear and her face was bloodless, but she was really beautiful and beautiful today, wearing the most simple clothes, like an ignorant girl, not stained with a trace of worldly dust.
Feng Feiyun lost his mind slightly, and then found a place with mink fluff to sit down, he had an illusion that Ji Lingcheng at this moment was no longer a god concubine, but the girl of the Ji family one hundred and eighty years ago, gentle, playful, erudite, and smart.
The two seemed to meet across time and space, and they met one hundred and eighty years ago, when Ji Lingcheng was only sixteen years old, and she was just an outstanding female disciple who had just walked out of the Ji family, and she had not yet married Emperor Jin, nor was she a scheming concubine.
After thinking about it for a while, Feng Feiyun planned to tell him that Long Cangyue was not dead, conceived words, and then said: "Actually" Ji Lingcheng spoke before him, smiled slightly, his eyes were bright, and said, "Zuo Qianshou once mentioned you in front of me. ” Feng Feiyun was shocked and said, "Master Zuo, where is he now?"
Zuo Qianshou is a genius first formation master, and he used to be Ji Lingxi's admirer, treating her as a goddess, obeying her words, and even breaking into the dangerous place in the world for her, the imperial palace of the Shenjin Dynasty, and stole the Shenjin Dynasty's Zhenguo Luck Stone "Dragon Spirit Stone".
But what he got was not Ji Lingcheng's love, but Ji Lingcheng's ruthless sword, which cut off his right hand and escorted him to Emperor Jin.
Ji Lingcheng handed over the "Dragon Spirit Stone" to Emperor Jin and became Emperor Jin's woman, while 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 to the southern barbarian border of the Shenjin Dynasty, where he lived incognito in the Beacon City for 180 years, not daring to step into the Shendu.
This period of sadness, Feng Feiyun still remembers it in his heart, because he feels that he and Zuo Qianshou are the same kind of people, and they are both planted in the hands of his most beloved woman, which has become a lifelong pain.
"You'll be able to see him soon."
Ji Lingcheng has beautiful eyes with smoke, Tsing Yi is picturesque, sitting in a quaint car, as if she is a beautiful woman in a painting who is contemplating.
Zuo Qianshou entered the Shendu a few years ago, saying that he wanted to make a settlement with Ji Lingcheng, but after Feng Feiyun came to the Shendu, he sent people to inquire about his whereabouts many times, but there was no news. was speechless all the way, Ji Lingcheng wanted to speak many times and stopped, just because she saw Feng Feiyun's iron-blue face, she was so frightened that she didn't dare to speak.
The white crane pulled the incense car, drove to the Nantian Temple, and flew straight in.
Foshan is majestic, the temple is a forest, even at night, you can faintly hear the sound of chanting Buddha chanting.
Ji Lingcheng walked out of the incense cart, stood in the moonlight, stepped on a wisp of green smoke, and walked leisurely towards a mountain col, where a wooden pavilion was built, and there was a lonely tomb next to the wooden pavilion.
Feng Feiyun fell to the grave, and saw the name of "Zuo Qianshou" engraved on the cold stone tablet, everything seemed so sad.
There are also fallen leaves left by autumn around, which are piled up in a thick layer, and the night wind blows, and the fallen leaves fly with a "woo" sound.
Feng Feiyun cultivated the Phoenix Heavenly Eye, and was able to see through the grave, and buried an old man under the soil, who was handsome and handsome 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. was ruined by Ji Lingcheng's life.
"How could he die" Feng Feiyun clenched his hands, and a cold color appeared in his eyes.
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Ji Lingcheng took an ironwood broom from the wooden pavilion, swept the fallen leaves in front of the grave, his movements were elegant, his white hair was flying, and he said lightly: "In my life, there is no favorite person, no most hated person, but there is the most sorry person, that is him, I will find a way to make up for him." ” The broom flickered, and the fallen leaves drifted more sharply, falling on the tombstones.
"I just feel sorry" Feng Feiyun originally felt that Ji Lingcheng was pitiful, but at the moment he felt that she was even more hateful.
"Every year, I will come to visit his grave, and I will recite Buddhist scriptures in Qingtan Temple to transcend him.
The first time we met, I had spent three days for him.
Ji Lingcheng said.
"But the man is already dead, and it would be ridiculous for you to sweep his grave for him."
Feng Feiyun felt funny, and thought in his heart, if Shui Yue killed Feng Feiyun, would he also be buried and sweep his grave every year Ji Lingcheng stopped talking, and continued to sweep the fallen leaves until the fallen leaves were swept away, and then went to pull out the weeds on the grave one by one, her hands were full of dirt, and she did it very carefully, until there were no weeds left on the grave, she stopped.
Her pupils are so clear, without a trace of impurities, like a born baby, innocent, innocent, and young, looking at the tombstone, a tomb, and said, "Yes, killing people should have tasted their lives." ” The air became even colder, and above the sky, snowflakes fell one after another, like white goose feathers, some fell on the top of Ji Lingming's head, some fell on the shoulders of Feng Feiyun, fell on the lonely grave, and fell in front of the tombstone.
It was a great snowfall, and it didn't take long for the whole world to be engulfed and turned into a silver world.
The cold wind was howling, and it was a little freezing.
Ji Lingcheng rubbed her hands, her face became 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 walk over to hug her, she was still standing there, a thick layer of wind and snow was piled up on her shoulders and on the top of her head, and after a while, she didn't see Ji Lingcheng continue to speak, so she glanced at her slightly, and found that half of her body was frozen in ice and snow, from her waist to the soles of her feet, it had been fused with ice crystals, and her lips were trembling, frozen without a trace of blood.
Feng Feiyun hurriedly rushed over and hugged her, only hugging half of her body, and striking out a spiritual aura in his hand to expel the cold qi in her body, but it could only slow down the speed of the ice, and it couldn't save her back at all, "You took the Ten Thousand Years Ice Spirit before you came here" The cold qi of the 10,000-year-old ice spirit can seal all the vitality of people, turn flesh and blood into ice crystals, and melt jade bones into frost, not to mention Feng Feiyun's current cultivation, even if Emperor Jin personally makes a move, it is impossible to pull her back from the Ghost Gate.
Ji Lingcheng was like a pure and ignorant girl, she put her frosty face in Feng Feiyun's arms, and said in a trembling voice: "When I learned of Yue'er's death, I didn't plan to live anymore. ” "Cangyue, she's not dead."
Feng Feiyun's hands were full of flames, one hand pressed to her heart, and the other hand held her cheek.
"It doesn't matter anymore, how much I want to go back to a hundred and eighty years ago, how good it would be" Ji Lingcheng had a smile on her face, it was the most sincere smile, and it was also the most beautiful smile in the world, and she said slowly: "Take good care of her for me, do you promise me?"
Feng Feiyun nodded.
Ji Lingcheng smiled more and more beautifully, her eyelashes trembled slightly, but there was a tear hanging on the side of her beautiful eyes, which was quickly frozen by the cold and turned into two crystal clear ice beads.
She had turned into an ice sculpture, and the ice crystals on her body were getting thicker and thicker, and she was getting farther and farther away from the wind and clouds.
Through a layer of ice crystals, you can still see her fairy face, but the distance of this layer of thin ice is infinite, so far that it cannot be crossed, it is the distance between life and death.
The cold wind howled, the fallen leaves flew, and the snowflakes slapped on Feng Feiyun's body like white blades, piling up on him, as if to pile him into an ice sculpture.
In front of this lonely grave, Ji Lingcheng is atoning for her life.
"Amitabha" A Buddha horn sounded, a little monk stepped on the snow, his body was full of treasure, walking in the wind and snow, his eyes were desolate, compassionate, and said: "She has been working hard for the survival of the Ji family all her life, sacrificing her reputation, sacrificing the purest heart, and finally sacrificing herself." ” Feng Feiyun said: "What does this mean?"
"The Ji family is a family of treasure hunters, not tolerated by the yin and yang worlds, she sacrificed herself, married Emperor Jin, became a concubine, with the protection of Emperor Jin, the Ji family can exist to this day.
Zuo Qianshou's matter had nothing to do with her at all, it was all arranged by the Ji family, but she always felt that it was her own crime and debt.
The Great Maitreya said abruptly.
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 Great Maitreya said: "Emperor Jin is about to abdicate, no one will protect the Ji family anymore, she must let Princess Yue ascend to the throne of Emperor Jin, in order to continue to let the Ji family survive, everything she did was actually her willingness, and the mistakes she made should have been forgiven, but no one could understand her." ” "Is this really worth it" Feng Feiyun hugged the iceman in her hand, she had completely lost her vitality and merged with the ice.
"Sometimes, it's worth sacrificing a woman for the survival of a family."
The Great Maitreya was also a little hesitant when he said this, and it was obvious that he didn't believe what he was saying.
It turned out that she was also a poor woman.
After taking the 10,000-year-old ice spirit, Ji Lingcheng became relaxed, young, simple, and young, and let go of all her burdens, just like the smart girl in ice and snow one hundred and eighty years ago, who had not yet been chosen as the woman who sacrificed for the family.
Maybe in the last moments of her life, she also wanted to have a period of her own youth and her own life, so she sat in the same car with Feng Feiyun, but it was just her own luxury, Feng Feiyun at that time only hated her, but did not cherish it.
If Feng Feiyun knew the reason in advance, maybe on the way here, in the ancient car, it would be better for her, of course, just maybe There are no ifs and no maybes in life To be honest, I revised this chapter several times, and I always felt cruel to Ji Lingcheng, but this is the setting on the outline, and in the end, Lao Jiu gritted his teeth and wrote, I hope everyone can accept it.
Choosing to let Ji Lingcheng leave on the Midyear Festival can be regarded as the best arrangement for her.
Should everyone burn some tickets for her, and let the concubine go all the way to burn how much depends on everyone's minds: