Allure of the World

Qing Yun and Yuan Lie often use the mirror in their spare time to look at the people they miss. Also just look. Because they understand that everyone has their own life trajectory, cause or effect, and they can no longer control it.

On the second day of his ascension to the throne, King Rui changed his country's name to honor. In the second year, Shen Zhenzhu was named queen.

In the spring of the second year of Da Rong, King Rui married the thirteen-year-old princess of the Daxia Kingdom, and he was named Shunfei.

King Rui seemed to know the way of being an emperor better than the original emperor Ling Chen.

His queen is a standard good queen, not competing for favor, not jealous, not angry. She is generous and takes good care of every concubine in the harem.

It was late autumn again, Pearl was ill, Yu Rong came to see her in the palace.

The yard is full of autumn colors, two people are sitting in the yard drinking tea.

Pearl looked at Yu Rong with a big belly and said: "You are inconvenient, it is not easy to go out, not to mention that I am sick, Big Brother Bai will blame me."

Yu Rong said: "It will be cold in a few days, so I won't go out, and I am about to give birth. I heard that you are ill, so I came to see you. Your face is not good, and it is still night. Is it difficult to fall asleep?"

Pearl nodded.

Yu Rong said: "If Qingyun is still there, she can cure this insomnia."

Zhuzhu said: "I have a heart disease and can't get rid of the root. Even if she is a **** now, she can't cure my disease."

Sounds of laughter came from outside, the sound was so pleasant.

"The emperor accepted a concubine again?" Yu Rong asked.

Pearl nodded: "Well, it's the Jade Princess of Shangdan Kingdom."

Yu Rong said: "Pearl, why don't you live for yourself once? If you don't want the emperor to accept the concubine, you can ask, why do you have to live so tired?"

Pearl smiled bitterly: "Is it useful for me to propose it? Not everyone has the courage of Qingyun, and not everyone has the courage and luck of you. I can stay by his side, I am very satisfied. Most of the people live like this." Pearl listened to the cheers and laughter outside, but her heart was filled with loneliness that she had never felt before.

Yu Rong said: "You haven't tried it, how can you think it's useless?"

She held Pearl's hand and said: "Qingyun and I just know what we want, and we have worked hard for what we want. Therefore, many things, if you don't try, don't Jump to conclusions, if you don't say it, others won't know what you need."

Bai Shaoting withdrew from the court and took Yu Rong back to the house.

Pearl felt more and more desolate and helpless as she watched them walk hand in hand in the night. She looked around, her palace was gorgeous, but none of it was what she wanted.

What does she want? If she started from scratch, would she still choose this kind of life?

"If you don't try, how will you know?" Yu Rong's words came to her mind.

On the night of the beginning of winter, the emperor spent the night at Xinna's beautiful concubine. In the second watch, the emperor has fallen asleep.

The maid Xiaoyan in the Queen's Palace hurried over to call the emperor, but Pei'er, the maid of the beautiful concubine, stopped her: "The emperor and the empress have just fallen asleep, please don't disturb."

Peer said: "I will tell the emperor, but I will wait for the emperor and the master to wake up."

Xiaoyan cried and returned to the Zhongan Palace.

In the Zhongan Palace, Pearl looked at Xiaoyan: "Don't cry. I'm fine."

She is really fine, she just wants to try, does he still have her in his heart?

Let the goose move over to the brazier, Pearl threw some poems into the fire and watched them engulfed by the flames little by little. Then he threw a handkerchief in aqua blue embroidered with pink acacia flowers.

Xiaoyan cried and said, "Miss, this is something you treasured, why burn it?"

Pearl smiled: "A lot of things have been forgotten, what are you doing with this veil?"

This handkerchief was given to her by King Rui at that time. At that time, she was still a palace maid, and he was still King Rui.

In the middle of the night, the emperor woke up and asked casually, "I seem to have heard someone coming?"

Concubine Qiao shook her head, "No."

Peer, who came in to serve, whispered: "The little wild goose in the Queen's Palace has come, saying that the Queen's wife is not feeling well, the emperor is sleeping, and the slaves have no time..."

Before Concubine Qiao said anything, the emperor got up, dressed himself, and left in a hurry.

Going to the door and backing back: "Why didn't you tell me just now? Thirty times!"

He came to Zhong An Palace in a hurry.

Just as the girl at the door was about to go in and report, the emperor waved his hand.

He lowered his pace and walked in slowly.

The palace is cold and quiet. She was lying on the wide bed, curled up in a small corner. The splendid quilt wrapped her layer by layer, along with her joys and sorrows.

He slowly stepped forward, got on the bed, and held her tightly in his arms.

Qing Yun closed the mirror and sighed deeply.

What kind of life each person leads is actually determined by character.

The sun shines on everyone the same. What's different is how you feel. Compromise or struggle for life.

Ling Chen said: "If you miss them, you can go back and see them."

Qingyun shook his head: "No need. It's good to see it this way."

"The Qingcheng Continent will be in charge of Xin Jingping in the future, but I would like to go to the Qingcheng Continent to have a look. By the way, take a look at the Tsing Yi Hall." Qing Yun said.

Ling Chen agreed, "What else? Just go to Qingcheng Continent?"

Qingyun smiled: "Of course. Didn't we agree that you are responsible for everything on the Western Zhou Continent, and am I responsible for everything on the Chaoyun Continent? Are you using the retrospective mirror to secretly See the flowers?"

Ling Chen chuckled softly, "You have become the empress of the Five Continents, yet you are so careful! Hua Yan and I are really nothing. I am looking at when their turmoil will end, Zuo Lang personally It's really effective. It's you and Huo Jingyun, are you secretly watching Huo Jingyun?"

Qingyun raised her face and said, "Yes, are you only allowed to look at Hua Yan, but not Huo Jingyun? I heard that he is getting married!"

Western Zhou Continent.

Seven days and seven nights of fierce battle, and finally wiped out the last resisters. Jin Guangzhe's last wave of power was buried in this desolate yellow sand by Huo Jingyun.

"Your Majesty, Moshan is in front of you." Bai Lang said loudly.

The white wolf was left to him by Qingyun. The white wolf took him to find the treasure under the mysterious mountain, those saltpeter, those sulfur, and red copper, red copper is the raw material for making swords. It turns out that Xuanshan is a treasure mountain.

"Moshan? There is also a Moshan here?" Huo Jingyun's eyes lit up when he heard the name of the mountain.

The white wolf nodded, "Yes, there is a kind of deer on the Moshan. It has four feet, which can indicate the weather. I don't know if it can be encountered."

"Then go have a look."

The army camped and rested at the foot of Moshan Mountain.

Huo Jingyun's original white shirt can no longer be seen. He took off his armor, changed into clean white clothes, and took Gu Fan and Bailang into Moshan.

This mountain is called Moshan, but there are a lot of white soil and a lot of sharpening stones.

Several households on the side of the mountain road, smoke curling from cooking.

"Linger, you wild girl is climbing trees again! You are such a big person, can you still marry when someone sees it!"

The woman in the forest stopped drinking, and everyone was startled.

Huo Jingyun heard that "Linger", as if struck by lightning.

He stepped forward, and on the tall sweetgum tree in front sat a woman of fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a wreath of sunflowers on her head, holding a Wild fruits, still in the sky, raised their faces and opened their mouths to pick them up.

She has a good shot and catches every time.

A woman in her thirties stood under the tree, training her with her hips on her back. The woman didn't seem to hear, and ate the wild fruit in an orderly manner.

Huo Jingyun could vaguely see the grass growing and the warbler flying. He was still a seventeen-year-old boy, standing behind the big tree, looking at the little demon-like woman with wild flowers on her head, lying on the ground. On the tree bed, shaking his head.

Time passed between my fingers, where did the boy and the girl go?

At this time, the woman's hair was messy and her eyes were clear. This picture is familiar and unfamiliar. It turns out that everything is changing, only her shadow has never changed over the years.

It's only ten years, it's been so long. Years told them that everything has already been reincarnated.

It turns out that a thought is a lifetime.

The girl suddenly found so many strange men standing under the tree, screamed in panic, and slipped down...

She fell into that warm and hard embrace, and saw a pair of eyes that were as gentle as water and deep as ink.

She is not afraid of him.

"What's your name?" he asked her.

"Linger."

"What's your last name?"

“Blue. Qinglinger.”

Huo Jingyun's eyes were dark, "Linger, are you willing to follow me?"

The girl reached out and stroked the teardrop that spilled out of his eyes: "Yes."

On the Western Zhou Continent, on the eighth day of September in the sixth year of Daxin, Huo Jingyun got married and named Qing Linger as Lingfei.

The first prince was born the following year.

Huo Jingyun had no queen in his life, only a concubine beside him.

It was spring when Qingyun gave birth to her daughter, so she named her daughter Yuan Ziyi. This year, Yuan Ziqing was five years old.

In the distance, Yuan Li was carrying Yuan Ziyi on his shoulders, and Yuan Ziyi reached out to reach the peach that was just knotted on the tree.

Not far away, the six-year-old Yuanzi was tired of dancing with his sword. The little fairy beside him was wiping his sweat. .

Qingyun remembered that long-term, desperate woman for love.

Every woman will experience a love calamity in her heart.

There will be two men in every woman's heart, one is the perfect dream lover in your heart, and the other is the partner who gets along day and night in reality.

The pious vows made when we were young have gradually faded away, and life will always make us numb or sober.

So, reborn.

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(2018 is over, and 2019 will be a good start. Thank you for the encouragement of the book friends who have accompanied you all the way. I have read all your messages, whether good or bad, as long as they are sincere, they will be accepted. I wish you all the best of luck in the new year!)