After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God

The cherry blossoms are raining, and among the mountains and streams, the boy stands under a tree and looks to the north.

Because the time and times of traveling back to the Great Xia Dynasty are precious, Si Fuqing is also deeply impressed by every minute and every second she spends with Yinhuang.

She remembered the suit she was wearing, and she remembered the view.

This is on the way back to Yong'an City from Nanzhou.

Another victorious team returned to the city. It was April, and the cherry blossoms were in full bloom on the road.

The army stopped to refresh, and she went to the lake to fetch water.

When she came back, she saw the young emperor leaning against the tree, painting.

She glanced at it inadvertently, and there was her in the painting.

It was exactly the same layout as the painting she saw now.

But that painting didn't end up staying.

Likewise, she has no trace in history.

She has been to many museums and tombs, but has not seen any written descriptions of her, let alone paintings.

Occasionally, Si Fuqing would think that perhaps the game system erased her existence to prevent her from changing history, which is justifiable.

But sometimes, it is still a little sad.

No one remembers her.

Others get the stories of that era through history books, but she is the fact that she has really experienced it.

She empathizes more than anyone else.

Si Fuqing's hand holding the painting scroll was even tighter, his eyes were dazed, and tears gathered little by little.

She has not been forgotten.

Someone still remembers her.

This person is still Emperor Yin.

At this moment, many words that Yu Xiheng had said quickly rang in her ears again.

——Bring the girl here to avoid it.

In the beginning, he always called her by such ancient words, because he came from ancient times.

——You are right, in today's Great Xia, everyone is like a dragon and a phoenix, and they will take off in a few days. If Emperor Yin can see it, even if it is only 27 years, he will have no regrets.

It's no wonder that after she said those words, his attitude towards her changed drastically, and everything was very good to her.

——It seems that you really like him, but what you know about him now is only as recorded in the history books, so how do you know what kind of person he is?

——Yinhuang is also an ordinary person, he is a human being, not a god.

——Yes, he should be happy to see today.

—He has no grave.

Because he was the one who burned himself out with a big fire, and let her scatter his ashes in the rivers, seas and lakes, so naturally there is no grave.

These words Yu Xiheng once said, now recalling them again, have completely different meanings from when they first heard them.

He said it as Yinhuang at that time, but she only thought that he was a fan of Yinhuang just like her.

She had doubts, and finally gave up because of lack of logic and no evidence.

She can be reborn three years later.

But the time span of 1,500 years is too long after all, and the soul has completely dissipated in the world.

But this painting completely breaks all correct logic.

Hua Hua told her that Yinhuang was not only there, but also remembered her.

It turned out that he had been by her side all the time.

Not only did he come back to life, but he also witnessed the prosperity of the mountains and rivers 1,500 years later.

"Pa-ta--"

Tears suddenly flowed down the corners of the eyes and dripped onto the scroll, wetting the words "No Clothes", and soon the ink marks were smudged.

Si Fuqing wiped his eyes carelessly.

She raised her head slightly, trying to force back the tears, but more tears flowed.

She chose the name Wuyi after reading the poem he wrote.

But he has been writing this poem because of her name.

He remembered her, and was impressed.

Her presence is also meaningful.

Thinking of this, Si Fuqing's tears flowed even more fiercely.

After half an hour, she tried to calm herself down.

She rolled the painting back up and put it in its original position.

But a few minutes later, she shrank into a small ball, and the tears continued to flow.

Yuanmingchi and Yuejian happened to come over at this time, bringing some equipment to Si Fuqing.

Yuan Mingchi knocked on the door: "Junior Sister, are you there?"

The door is opened.

Yuan Mingchi was shocked.

The girl raised her head, her eyes dim with tears: "Fifth Senior Brother..."

Yuanmingchi was really taken aback, everyone panicked: "Junior sister, what's wrong with you?"

The word crying has never been associated with Si Fuqing.

Maybe it's also because she likes to hide alone when she cries, licking her wounds in the corner, and doesn't want to show them to outsiders.

But now, she was crying like a treasured child.

"I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine." Si Fuqing wiped his tears, but couldn't wipe them off, "I'm just... so happy."

Yuan Mingchi frowned, and his expression became serious: "What's going on? You don't want to hold back everything in your heart, and say that your brothers and sisters will make decisions for you."

"I'm really happy." Si Fuqing took out a tissue and quickly wiped away her tears. She stood up and muttered to herself, "I'm going to see him, and I'm going to see him now."

Before Yuanmingchi and Yuejian could react, Si Fuqing had already run away.

She ran extremely fast, even Yuan Mingchi couldn't catch up.

Yuejian was also at a loss: "What's going on, little junior sister?"

Yuan Mingchi narrowed his eyes slightly: "Could it be that her boyfriend made her cry?"

As soon as these words came out, a murderous look appeared on his face.

Yue Jian was choked: "I can't..."

She stayed by Si Fuqing's side the longest, and of course she knew Yu Xiheng's attitude towards Si Fuqing.

She has always been coaxed like a little girl, how could she be willing to bully her?

Yuan Mingchi said lightly: "That's not necessarily true, I want to follow to see."

Tsukimi couldn't stop it.

She thought to herself, in order to prevent the fifth child from being injured, she should follow along to join in the fun.

**

Yu Xiheng is also very busy these days.

Xiao Wenjian, the leader of the Qianjun League, and the elder of the Feng family also knew his identity as Emperor Yin, and the defense deployment of the five prefectures of the Great Xia was waiting for him to give orders.

After being given the temporary crime of "no wife" by her girlfriend, Yu Xiheng didn't take much rest, and went to the mountain guard formation in Longmai of Beizhou.

"Ninth Brother." Feng San walked in beamingly, "Miss Si is here to find you!"

He lowered his voice: "Miss Si must be reluctant to part with you. You see, she is protecting you between you and the chief of T18."

Yu Xiheng glanced at him indifferently: "Can you only talk?"

Feng San was stunned: "Huh? I, I..."

Is there something wrong with what he said?

Obviously, he should have accurately captured brother Jiu's flattery!

Yu Xiheng put down the book in his hand, his tone couldn't hear the joy or anger: "Go out."

Feng San walked out dejectedly, but she was also quite thankful in her heart.

Fortunately, he didn't hear the words "Is this how you work as a secret guard?"

Nor was he banished to the Far North.

Feng San had just left the room, and before he had time to go down the steps, he felt a gust of wind and was directly knocked to the ground.

It was Si Fuqing who ran over.

Feng San hissed and rubbed his shoulders, thinking that Miss Si's body is really a solid wall, and she almost knocked him apart.

But at the same time, Feng San is also envious, when will he have a girlfriend who can come to him?

It's been just over a day since Miss Mingming and Brother Nine separated.

Feng San left wisely, and told others not to approach.

inside the house.

Just as Yu Xiheng was about to stand up, the girl rushed towards him and threw herself into his arms.

Great impact.

Even Yu Xiheng was able to catch her firmly with both arms.

Si Fuqing raised his head, his eyes were still red.

The tears on his face were not covered up, they were very clear, obviously he had cried more than once just now.

Yu Xiheng's eyes changed slightly: "Qingqing?"

He heard her beating heart and saw the sweat on her forehead.

He paused: "Did the girl run over?"

Si Fuqing just looked at him and didn't speak.

After nearly three months of cultivation, the appearance of Yu Xiheng's soul finally appeared in front of her.

It was still a little blurry, and he couldn't see his facial features clearly.

But she was already able to see the young emperor who once sent troops to fight in all directions.

At this moment, he does not have the indifferent, cold and decisive appearance of 1,500 years ago.

He stared at her blankly, his eyes that had always been devoid of any emotion were stained with pity.

She was the only one in his eyes.

Si Fuqing raised his hand, wanting to touch his face.

His fingers trembled so badly that he couldn't put them down.

She wanted to say something, but when she opened her mouth, her throat seemed to be blocked and filled with soreness.

Thousands of words can't describe it, and the tears rolled down again.

All of them fell on his hands, and they were astonishingly hot.

Yu Xiheng's heart tightened, and her hands hugged her even tighter to prevent her from falling.

He asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Crying like this again made him feel bad.

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