Izel was the first to react among the crowd.
He walked up to Chang Li and bowed respectfully, "See His Majesty the Pope."
The rest of the people also calmed down and saluted together, "See your Majesty the Pope."
Vivian's gentle voice was mixed among these people, and there was nothing outstanding about it, but the eyes that stared at Chang Li seemed to have a few stars falling.
Chang Li nodded slightly, and his thin voice sounded again, "Please get up."
At this time, His Majesty the Emperor also restrained his deep expression, looked at Ji Changli, and said cheerfully, "His Holiness the Pope rarely steps out of the temple.
Could it be that the news about Izel in the Rose Garden made you think Worried, that’s why you came.”
There was a grateful expression on Izel's face, and he wanted to thank His Majesty the Pope for caring for him, but Changli did not fulfill his wish.
His clear voice was as cold and ruthless as ever, "No."
Izel was stunned in embarrassment.
His Majesty the Emperor asked curiously, "Then why are you here?"
Chang Li took out his hand, his pale fingers as slender as jade.
A gust of wind came to his side and swirled around his hand.
A few rose petals that came from nowhere followed the wind and came to his hand.
He looked at these soft petals, his tone full of pity.
"I heard that the roses in the Rose Garden followed the fire to the Kingdom of God.
I came here to congratulate them on their new life."
His Majesty the Emperor had a toothache as he listened to these words that seemed to be reciting poetry.
He asked with a smile, "Do you think they can reach the Kingdom of God?"
Chang Li's expression did not change at all, but the pity in his tone became stronger, "Maybe."
His Majesty the Emperor said curiously, "Why is your tone full of pity?
Isn't going to the Kingdom of God the highest dream of the Holy See?
You should be happy for them."
Chang Li turned over his palm, and the petals in his hand fell to the ground.
The fresh breath was stained with the decay after the fire burned, making it look particularly lonely.
He looked at the charred land, and a burst of pure white light lit up on his hand, "Even if they can go to the Kingdom of God, they are still flowers that can be picked by others.
In this case, what is the difference between the Kingdom of God and the human realm?
What’s the difference?”
He spoke words of pity, but the expression on his face remained calm, as if the pity was just a routine blessing.
The white light took the rose petal that fell to the ground and flew into the sea of rose flowers.
The pure light was gentle and beautiful, but it did not cause any dazzling feeling.
As the light rose, a fresh and comfortable feeling filled the air, dispelling the remaining fatigue of the nobles in the garden.
The light gradually spread and spread, like a thick cloud floating in the air, with the petals in the cloud spinning wantonly inside it.
Chang Li looked at the grand scene quietly, with slight waves flashing in his eyes.
The scattered clouds began to gather together, forming a huge ball, like a big circle, looking soft and delicious.
The petals were wrapped in the ball.
After a while, the ball exploded, and large pieces of petals flew to different directions with the impact.
In an instant, the elegant fragrance of roses appeared in the world again.
But it doesn't have that richness and depression.
The fresh aroma is still with the greenness of vegetation and the moisture of earth, like flowers blooming at the moment the sun rises, exuding the vitality of life.
The petals all over the sky are floating in the air, as if the wings of angels are dyed with the colors of the world, and the beauty is full of life.
This dreamy and brilliant scene made everyone open their eyes wide.
They slowly watched the petals fall towards the ground little by little.
The moment they touched the ground, they seemed to have fallen into the water, causing ripples. .
An invisible wave spread to the surroundings and united in an instant.
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Under the sunlight, it looked like a sea of light.
The petals are slowly merging into this ocean of light, just like water droplets falling into the ocean, silently but loudly.
Many petals just melted into the invisible ripples, like ice and snow melting after sunrise, with a fairy-tale beauty.
After all the petals fell, everyone came back from their astonishment.
They cast their eyes on the person under the crown, wanting to know his meaning.
Chang Li ignored the probing gazes of everyone.
His eyes were calm as if he had seen the eternal death and rebirth.
At this moment, a slight sound sounded not far away, like the sound of grass breaking free from the shackles of the soil and moving toward new life.
Everyone turned their attention and once again saw that beautiful scene that seemed like a dream.
Seedlings grew out from where the petals fell, and the sound breaking through the soil seemed to be chanting the hymn of life, so small, yet so great.
The seedlings of roses were bathed in the warm sunshine, and the scattered clouds spontaneously drifted to them due to unknown attraction.
Each seedling grew green leaves, and the clouds lingered around them, turning into pure rainwater and falling on the seedlings.
For a moment, the seedlings seemed to be favored by God, and they quickly grew higher and higher until they grew.
The delicate flower bones emerge.
Every inch of the land is covered with seedlings, and each seedling rubs against each other.
The flower bones sway from side to side under the blowing of the wind, as if they are saying hello to each other.
The originally empty and bleak area was suddenly filled with roses.
Even though they did not really bloom, they still exuded a pleasant fragrance.
That casual gesture is like a bird flying in the sky with the smell of freedom.
Even though they no longer have the original carefully arranged beauty, they truly exude natural vitality.
Seeing this scene, Chang Li slowly retracted his hand, and then walked out step by step.
Everyone in the garden watched him leave with incomprehensible expressions, but no one dared to say anything to persuade him to stay.
His black cloak fell to his ankles, and it seemed to be stained with the fragrance of roses, exuding the smell of freedom.
As everyone left, the Rose Garden fell into silence again.
It was not until a few months later that the roses bloomed against the season.
In the cold wind of winter, someone stepped into this garden and saw the pink flowers of the roses swaying.
The wind passed through them, and the thin ropes The sound is like a hymn of nature.
He brushed a flower, then turned away.
Gentle and casual words came from his mouth, "Seal this place and don't let anyone in again."
Since then, no one has been to this abandoned garden, but the flowers here are still blooming freely in the cold wind, free and brilliant
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