The snow drifts in the gorgeous imperial palace, the glazed gold tiles are wrapped in a layer of frost, and the eaves hang on the hanging corners of the crystal icicles Nalan Palace was full of white silk, and everyone was immersed in grief.
Feng Feiyun walked into the palace and looked at Nalan Xuejian lying on the Shenyu ice bed, although his face was still very young, his skin was delicate and white, but his hair was already white, and he was red and white.
She lay there silently, motionless.
Feng Feiyun stood next to the Shenyu Ice Bed, his fingers gently touching her cheeks, and it was cold, colder than the snow outside.
"When the queen mother died, she kept holding my hand and said that the years she could never forget were the days when she frolicked with her father, and at that time she didn't have to think about anything, she dared to say anything, even if she hit her father's head, she would dare.
It's just that later, she gradually didn't dare to do so" Feng Yan'er knelt under the ice bed, gently wiped her tears, and gently pursed her red lips.
She is the only woman in Feng Feiyun and Nalan Xuejian, the "Sixteenth Princess" who everyone fears, but at this moment she is heartbroken and can't be rude at all.
The children of the concubines are called the mother-in-law concubines, and they are all "queen mothers".
As for the title "Eniang", it only belongs to the Qing Dynasty.
Feng Feiyun took a deep breath and let out a long sigh.
Feng Feiyun's body moved and disappeared from the spot.
The next moment, he came to the hell of the Heavenly Mixed Yuan World, surrounded by darkness and coldness, and a large river appeared in front of him, and there was a long and cold bridge on the river.
"Drink it, after drinking, forget all the troubles and sorrows in this life, and go to the next life to be reincarnated."
Meng Po stood at the head of the bridge, and had already scooped up Meng Po soup, but when she saw Feng Feiyun coming, she put down the spoon again, stared at Nalan Xuejian who was standing by the Nai He Bridge, and said, "He came to see you off."
Nalan Xuejian's body was illusory, as if it was made of mist, staring at the wind and clouds that were slowly coming, and said: "I know that I can't get anything back, why do you have to come to see me off for the last time After drinking Meng Po soup, I forgot everything, but you didn't make yourself more miserable by doing this."
Nalan Xuejian knew that this was not the first time that Feng Feiyun had come to the Nai He Bridge to see off the deceased, and every time he sent away an old man, his heart would be lonely.
Feng Feiyun smiled miserably, gently stroked her cheek with his hand, and said, "I'll only ask you one question, are you willing to be a ghost in hell forever, or are you willing to be reincarnated as a stranger with me."
With Feng Feiyun's current strength, using the power of the Mixed Yuan World is enough to make her soul immortal and stay in hell forever to be a ghost, but is this really helping her What is the difference between this and a ghost imprisoned in the eighteenth layer of hell Nalan Xuejian stared at him tightly, with sadness in her eyes, and said, "You can accompany me for 30,000 years, I am already very happy in this life, and I don't want to be greedy anymore."
I would like to be reincarnated" After a pause, he said: "After 270,000 years, you will eventually leave, and since parting is inevitable, you don't have to come to me in the next life."
Nalan Xuejian resolutely walked to the Nai He Bridge, scooped up Meng Po soup, took a sip, and then ran away, afraid that he would turn back.
When she stepped on the bridge, she had forgotten everything, stopped running, and walked slowly towards the ghost town of Xudu, never looking back Feng Feiyun stood at the head of the bridge, staring at her back, silent tears.
Meng Po sighed: "She stays in hell and is a ghost, you can't accompany her forever, but you will remember her forever."
She knew that the coldness of hell was like a prison torture for her, but the most painful person was not her, but you. ” "I know everything, I know everything, she has always been weak, this time she finally mustered up the courage to make her stupidest decision" Feng Feiyun's heart was indescribably bitter, "Actually, I still haven't told her, Nalan, you can also knock me on the head now" Nalan Xuejian's soul has disappeared into the mist of hell Taizu said that the Meng Po soup is boiled with water from the bitter sea spring, and people can only be reincarnated after drinking Meng Po soup, and only after drinking Meng Po soup can life be immortal.
In fact, the world is a great sea of suffering, those who come are suffering, and those who go are also suffering Another 50,000 years have passed.
There are many old people who have left, such as Ximen, Ximen coral, and a little melon in the Central Plains, etc., all of whom died of old age and were then put into coffins.
Feng Feiyun will go to see them off and put a pillar of incense in front of their graves.
This year, Yao Ji and Shangguan Mingxian also passed away, and when they died, it was an autumn with yellow leaves, and the fallen leaves in the imperial palace were piled up, and the cold wind was bleak Shangguan Mingxian told Feng Feiyun when she died that half of her soul was the empress dragon Jiang Ling, which was a secret she had kept all her life, and she never dared to say it, for fear that she would be killed by Feng Feiyun.
Feng Feiyun just hugged her, with a faint smile on his face: "Actually, I always knew. ” Shangguan Mingxian's face showed a faint hint of joy, and his lips were slightly hooked, as beautiful as before, but he was completely silent The second fifty thousand years have passed.
Feng Feiyun sat in the highest position in the imperial palace, watching the courtiers above the court change generation after generation, and in the end, only an old turtle was left to get acquainted.
"Why didn't the left minister go to court today?"
The Mao turtle was too old to look good, and said: "Returning to the Emperor, the sky is the left minister, he has passed away this morning and died at home. ” There was a dead silence in the entire court, Feng Feiyun was silent for a long time, his eyes were closed, and he sighed a lot, and said: "Retreat from the court, Lao Mao, come with me to see this old friend."
This year, the people Feng Feiyun knew left one by one, even the Holy Spirit had died and could not be eternal, and there were very few people who were still alive in the end Feng Feiyun sat in the imperial palace, a mighty force hovered over the imperial city, and the entire sky, dark clouds covered the sun, lightning and thunder.
The female demon walked out of the thunder and lightning, fell into the palace hall, carried her hands on her back, her long hair fluttered, and her evil aura was awe-inspiring, and said: "Feng Feiyun, you actually began to sigh, are you really old?"
Feng Feiyun smiled faintly and said: "You have been defeated in my hands seven times, and you still want to fight with me" The female demon's body was lifeless, but a faint trace of immortal power was born in the dead air, "Not necessarily this time" "You have reached the second fairyland" Feng Feiyun's heart was overjoyed.
The loneliness in Feng Feiyun's heart suddenly decreased by a few points.
The female demon put away all the strength in her body and said: "I've been fighting with you all my life, I'll let you go this time, let's go to the Cloud Immortal Realm together, the old people are almost dead, and the Nether Realm has no nostalgia." ” Feng Feiyun shook his head and said, "I promised them to accompany them through this life and send them all away before I can leave." ” "Doesn't my heart hurt," the female demon said.
"Pain" "Aren't you lonely?"
said the female demon.
"It's so lonely that it's like I'm the only one left in the world."
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The female demon said: "Then I will accompany you for another 10,000 years, after 10,000 years, whether you leave or not, I will go to the Cloud Immortal Realm." ” In the end, the female demon stayed in the Nether for 100,000 years with Feng Feiyun, until her strength was too strong to be tolerated by the Nether, and then she opened the gate of the fairy world and went to the cloud fairy world.
In the winter of 230,000 years later, the snow fell even colder.
Feng Feiyun walked alone in the gorgeous imperial palace, letting the cold wind beat his face, looking at the palaces in the harem. 150,000 years ago, in the palace where Yao Ji lived, a young and beautiful concubine walked out, her skin was very white and tender, as if she was only seventeen or eighteen years old, her eyes contained aura, she bowed down to Feng Feiyun and said, "Concubine, meet the emperor." ” Feng Feiyun looked at this strange woman and said, "You are" "The concubine was selected to serve the emperor in the palace eight years ago, and this is the first time she has really seen the true face of the emperor" The concubine's eyes blinked, full of respect for Feng Feiyun.
Feng Feiyun stared at the familiar palace in front of him and said, "There have been several generations of masters here."
The concubine said: "Since the death of Emperor Yao Ji's concubine, there have been twenty-three generations of masters here."
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"Oh" Feng Feiyun nodded lightly, and then stepped on the snow and walked towards the depths of the harem, indescribably lonely.
Feng Feiyun came to the palace where Nangong Hongyan once lived, and stopped, this palace was sealed by Feng Feiyun after Nangong Hongyan's death, and no one was allowed to enter and live here.
In 80,000 years, this is the second time that Feng Feiyun has pushed open this palace door.
The last time was when Nangong Hongyan died Inside the palace gate, it was covered with a thick layer of snow, which was full of dry weeds and dead trees that had grown out of the abandoned grass.
Feng Feiyun's eyes were fixed on a stone table by the pool, where he and Nangong Hongyan and Ye Xiaoxiang had drunk and admired the moon, and had listened to them play the piano and blow the flute there, and those years seemed to have appeared in front of Feng Feiyun's eyes again.
However, the sound of the cold wind sounded, and all illusions in front of Feng Feiyun's eyes were shattered, and there was only ruin and dead silence in front of him.
Even Feng Feiyun and Nangong Hongyan's two sons died thousands of years ago, and now only some grandchildren and great-grandchildren are still alive.
Feng Feiyun straightened the placket on his body, walked out of the palace where Nangong Hongyan once lived, and went to the palace where Xuanyuan Yiyi, Mo Yaoyao, and Long Luofu once lived, but they were all empty.
Now, in the harem, the concubines are still young and beautiful, Yingying Yanyan, but Feng Feiyun doesn't know any of them, and even occasionally meets a young concubine who feels good, but when she communicates with her, Feng Feiyun always feels the awe and fear of herself in her heart, not as Feng Feiyun, but as a mythical and legendary great character, the Emperor of Truth.
"Emperor, you miss them again" The turtle climbed into the barren palace, stared at Feng Feiyun standing in the snow, and saw that he had been standing there for three hours, so he asked.
Feng Feiyun took a deep breath of cold air and said with a wry smile: "It's been 230,000 years, Lao Mao, you haven't died yet."
Mao Turtle smiled: "I'm afraid I won't live for a few days, the people I know have died and there is no one left, even the honest ones have left me, in fact, I don't really want to live." ” "Yes, when the prosperity is exhausted, I will realize that life is sometimes a pain.
It's time for me to hand over the position of the Great Emperor to someone else, and then I'll probably have to leave. ” "Bang" Feng Feiyun walked out of the palace where Xuanyuan once lived, closed the palace door again, and then locked it, locking that distant memory and those distant people: