A handful of loess fell down, covering up the small blue and white porcelain jar.
Such a majestic person like him ended up living in such a small world, but could this small porcelain jar really hold his soul?
Yan Ning stretched out her hand to wipe away the tears on her face.
I'm sorry, Ah Xuan, I thought about letting you blend into these mountains and rivers, so that you can be free from now on.
But I'm afraid you'll be too lonely.
It's too hard to wander alone in the wind.
Here, at least I will always be with you.
Tears still gradually blurred my eyes, or maybe my choice was really wrong.
At that time, I should have promised Xuanyin that even if I am gone, at least you can still live alone in this world.
That way, you will have countless possibilities in your life, instead of tying all your efforts to me like you did in the first half of your life.
Because of me, I was homeless, because of me, I was wandering, and because of me, I was injured all over.
The snow in Guilan Mountain that year was extremely thick, covering the two new tombs tightly.
The whole world became colder inch by inch, without a trace of warmth wrapped around it.
Her hands and feet were often cold, and her limbs became increasingly swollen due to pregnancy.
But every other day, she would go to the back mountain silently, holding a cane and carrying sacrifices, and stayed there for half a day.
The people who came to worship that day had dispersed.
Only Lu Li stayed by her side.
The wrinkles between his eyebrows were getting deeper and deeper, and his eyes were getting older.
At the beginning of spring next year, Yan Ning successfully gave birth to a son in Guilan Mountain.
She named him Gu Xuan.
When Gu Xuan was one year old, an old friend came to Lanshan.
Wearing black dragon-patterned robes with gold edges, the whole person's temperament becomes more and more chilling.
His eyes were cold, and the corners of his lips were tightly pursed on his handsome face, showing a sense of alienation.
This person looks more and more like you, Ah Xuan.
When he saw Yan Ning holding the child, he smiled slightly.
"Aning, the Three Kingdoms have been unified.
I am here to take you down the mountain on the orders of my senior brother."
He said softly, his eyes as calm as water.
"Fate" "Yes.
Aning, please marry me."
He looked at her sincerely, without even a trace of dodge.
Yan Ning was slightly startled.
Little A Xuan in her arms had already struggled to the ground.
She paused and then smiled and said: "Your Majesty, please come back.
Yan Ning is willing to live in Guilan for the rest of her life and build a house to guard the tomb."
Xiao Lin shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Senior brother has already paved all the roads for you, otherwise do you think my queen is so beautiful and you want her to die in despair?"
Yan Ning's body was shaken, and she turned to look at him in shock, her lips trembling slightly: "What did you say?"
"At the same time, I also promised him that he will only treat you as a sister-in-law and protect you for the rest of his life.
I will try my best to give you and Ah Xuan the best care.
For the rest of our lives, we will only have the name of husband and wife, and we will never have the reality of husband and wife."
His words became increasingly bitter, he sighed, and finally just smiled bitterly.
Yan Ning took a breath and shed tears.
In the first year of Dawu, Emperor Chenghui named Yan Ning, a mortal woman, as Queen Fuya.
She loved her so much that she even never had a concubine during the ten years that Queen Fuya was alive.
Since then, this love story has been spread among the people and has become a good story.
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In the tenth year of the reign of Emperor Wu, Queen Fuya passed away.
The whole country was in mourning and a general amnesty was granted to the whole world.
In the same year, Prince Annan Xiao Xuan, the only legitimate son of Emperor Chenghui and Queen Fuya, was granted the title of crown prince.
In the fifteenth year of Dawu, the prince took charge of the government.
Emperor Chenghui retired from the court and traveled around the world, no longer caring about worldly affairs.
"Goddess, wake up, wake up."
There was always a soft and ethereal voice ringing in my ears, but my heavy eyelids seemed unable to be lifted no matter how hard I tried.
"Sir, wake up" I opened my eyes suddenly, and what I saw was a leisurely blue sky and white clouds.
She rubbed her sleepy eyes and asked the woman next to her in disbelief: "What am I doing?"
The woman smiled and said: "Today is the day when the goddess and Emperor Nanyang will discuss their marriage.
My servant just went back to get a cloak.
When I came back, the goddess took a nap on the bluestone."
She nodded blankly, with an ugly expression on her face.
"Yeah" The woman noticed something was wrong and worried: "What's wrong with the goddess?
Why is her face so pale?"
She forced a smile and looked up at her.
However, the moment he saw her, tears burst into his eyes.
"Qingqingluan" The immortal maid in green pursed her lips and smiled: "My maid is Qingluan, what's wrong with the goddess?"
The way she pursed her lips and the arc of her smile were exactly the same as before.
"Goddess, the Donghua Bell has been ringing many times.
We have to leave quickly."
She looked up and looked into the distance, feeling a little anxious.
She suddenly stepped forward and hugged her.
She cried loudly and bitterly: "Qingqing, fortunately you are still alive."
Qingluan was caught off guard and had no choice but to stroke her back and comfort her: "It's okay for the goddess to have a dream.
Everything in her dream is fake."
Are they all fake?
Are they all fake?
Are those gentle words, those lingering pathos, those tears, those wanderings just a big dream for three lifetimes?
When she looked up, the sunlight was thin, illuminating her eyebrows as if they were from a lifetime ago.
"Qingluan, do you know Xuanyin?"
Qingluan shook his head strangely, put the cloak on her body and tied the shoulder straps.
"My servant has never heard the name Xuanyin" "He was cultivated into a spirit from a wisteria in the garden, wasn't he?"
She recalled everything related to the past anxiously, eager to prove that those were not just dreams, but a living reality.
Qingluan thought about it carefully and said: "Goddess, you have forgotten that the Queen of Heaven has always disliked these vines and vines.
How could there ever be a wisteria in the Baiyuan Garden, let alone one that can be cultivated into a spirit?
Let's go, let's go, the Queen of Heaven will never go to the Queen of Heaven.
It’s time to be anxious.
The Emperor of Nanyang has been in Wuwanghai all year round, and his cultivation and magic power are unfathomable.
He is the best person in the world.
I don’t know how much the Queen of Heaven has lost in order to say goodbye to you this time.”
She pulled her and ran towards Donghua Temple.
There were stumbles along the way.
If it's a dream, can I never wake up?
If so, what's wrong with living in illusion all the time?
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In the final analysis, her life was just a mirror, without a trace.
Sadness surged into her heart like a tide, and she fell down as she walked to the hall in a hazy state.
She heard her mother's voice explaining in embarrassment: "Emperor, my family is too glamorous."
A gentle voice sounded in my ears: "It doesn't matter, I've already seen it."
She suddenly became stiff.
Then he slowly raised his head, and a handsome and elegant face came into view, with the eternal ice and snow in his eyebrows.
Those eyes melted the ice and snow the moment they looked into hers, and the flowers bloomed in the warmth of spring
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