Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 2005 Tribulation Fruit (9)

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On the seventh day, it was still raining.

It was raining continuously, and the sky had cleared slightly.

The fox who had guarded the corpse for a long time was still alone and buried the coffin.

It doesn't rain very much, but after a long time of raining on the body, it will always be soaked.

As if she couldn't feel the cold, she buried the grave and erected the tombstone.

With a knife, carefully carve words on the tombstone.

One stroke at a time, falling down.

Lime from the tombstone fell to the ground.

She was wearing a pure white mourning dress, and she did not wear a single red hairpin in her hair.

Dressed in plain clothes, the ground was wet, and the rain wetted her fair and delicate face.

The soft red of vermilion lips is the most gorgeous color among plain faces.

Her hands were muddy, and the mud stained her pure white skirt.

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Finally carved the words on the tombstone.

Slowly, she let go of the knife.

Like a light, relieved breath.

After finishing all funeral affairs, she sat in the mud.

A tired look finally appeared on her beautiful face.

Sitting in front of the tombstone, she didn't mind the muddy ground.

She was wet, her mourning clothes were plain white, and her hair was as long as ink.

She was alone, still alone, sitting there alone.

Keep quiet, like a log.

nor leave.

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I do not know how long it has been.

The rain finally stopped.

The sun finally came out of the clouds, and the light penetrated slightly.

The rain stopped, and the raindrops were crystal clear, hanging on the bamboo leaves.

The warm sun shines straight down through the moist air.

The girl in plain white leaned against the grave as if she was sleepy.

His muddy hands rested lightly on his legs.

He seemed to be asleep, motionless.

The wet hair clung to her thin back silently.

There was a warm wind blowing past her lonely figure.

She turned into a fiery red fox, like a grave keeper, and gradually died out.

Like, dead.

die together.

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The scene of the Taixu mirror ended, and then turned into nothingness.

His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven pondered for a long time, and then he let out a sigh.

"It's an infatuation."

He received the spell and looked in the direction the man left just now.

If he can see such a mirror image, then he...

You can see it naturally.

Seeing the former lover standing there, he has been refusing to leave for a long time.

Even, he had to be buried for this.

In his heart, would he really be indifferent?
His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven smiled interestedly, and didn't say anything, but it seemed that he already had the answer.

Cutting off the world of mortals, he can really...

Can it be broken?

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After Yun Si took a bath, she changed into a turquoise and elegant palace skirt.

Before she rested for a long time, Qingluo came to look for her, saying that it was the empress.

Yun Si had no choice but to follow her to the front of Empress Tianhou.

Salute, imitating Qingluo's movements.

"Your Majesty," Qing Luo leaned against her body and bowed, "Miss Yun Si is here."

On the throne of the lotus platform in Yaochi, the dignified and majestic empress has a full sky and a pale complexion.

She has a gentle face and a polite and elegant manner.

Proud cranes stood on either side of her throne, and she sat upright with her hands clasped around her legs.

Kind eyes fell on her, and a smile appeared on the corner of her lips.

"It's you."

Inexplicably, she said such a sentence.

There seem to be several layers of meaning hidden between the lines.

It's like, I've known her for a long time.

Yun Si, who was standing behind Qing Luo, raised her head slightly, "What?"

(End of this chapter)