Dust and Ember Song

Chapter 137 Tangdi's Menghua

"...Yes." Under the seemingly calm tone, there was a thousand layers of dust.

Fu Cang lost her soul and sat slumped on the ground. She felt that she no longer had tears, and that there would never be any more in this life.

"I have been waiting for you for hundreds of years. In your eyes, am I just a thing?"

For more than 300 years, she has been in Lishan like a boudoir woman who yearns for her husband, resentful, expecting, and bewildered.She is no longer afraid of the evil consequences of her miserable life; she is not afraid that he, as the head of the heavenly court, will find it difficult to have a relationship with her; she is not afraid of the wanted arrests that will be caused by his betrayal of the heavenly court and joining the devil world... in her heart Always keep a hope for him, in that hope is Man Tingfang, the years are long.

"I remember you once said that you don't believe in eternity in the world. If you don't believe it, why are you entangled with her? Is she also your plaything..."

Kong Chen suppressed the biting and fighting of the demonic Gu in his body, endured the collapse of will, and said slowly, "I have never framed anyone, and I will not let you down."

"Fu Cang, please trust me."

She only felt that the Cangning Palace was a prison, airtight and full of turbulent hidden weapons, which really made her suffer from heart-wrenching pain.

The woman who ran away from the door didn't know that the man in the palace was in pain, like death.

In the quiet place of the palace of the Demon Realm, there is a guest hall, which is simple and elegant, and the scenery is excellent.The demon slave led the tiger Changdi to this place, and left wisely.He looked around and was amazed that the mountain ghosts in Leyou Mountain had honored so many rare treasures in the devil world, even he, the mountain lord of Shengzhou, had never seen them before.

The silver melon is like the moon covering the face, hazy but bright.Although it is not as luxurious and eye-catching as the luminous pearls in the palaces of the Demon Realm... However, the Demon Realm has received so many gifts from the East China Sea, and people have to wonder about the mystery behind it.

"What, you don't want to talk to me when you wake up?" He smiled, pretending to be angry.

Seeing that she was still lying on her back, Changdi deliberately teased her, "Don't tell me, you don't want to know what I went to chat with Mozun."

"What did you talk about?" She sat up suddenly and looked at him tremblingly.

Chang Di straightened the quilt for her, but he didn't intend to answer, but said flatly, "Let's talk about it after you have recovered..."

She grabbed his hand, her face was pale, and she was still sick, "Tell me, if you don't tell me, how can I be fine."

At that time, his father had told him that he would understand when he encountered love affairs. That thing is a honey crisp that makes people happy, a gaze that makes people broad-minded, but it is also a body that tortures people and is trapped in shackles. involuntarily.He will not lose his true love like his father, so he looks for a substitute and deceives others' sincerity.But now he is no longer his father's puppet, but a puppet of love, at her mercy.

Changdi, who thinks he can't love anyone, and Changdi who thinks he is a vicious ghost, watched the person he loves helplessly, from innocence to understanding the coldness of the world, to the heartbreaking sadness at this moment.

"Girl, let's go back, back to Shenshou Mountain with white snow and red plums, shall we..."

After all, he couldn't deceive her, knowing that he had found the sense of proportion and discipline for himself, which seemed to be the key to unlocking the shackles... However, when the devil told him, today's Kongchen, abandoning the noble status of the heaven, is already The king of the devil world.The love and freedom that I thought I could give her no longer existed.

Is this an opportunity God gave me?But back then when they fell in love so much, Chang Di, who had seen all the ruthless lovers in the world, couldn't believe that Kong Chen had entered the devil world to marry a stunning woman named Fu Cang.

"Is it about Xingjun being a fugitive from heaven?" She avoided his scorching gaze and asked anxiously.

Wanting to laugh at the desolation in his heart, he thought that as long as Kong Chen married someone else, Zhi Jin could love him.

"What did he say when he hugged you?"

Zhijin beat his already messed up mind, regardless of Changdi's obstruction, "Xingjun said, he...he didn't want to be an official in the heavenly court anymore...he came to the devil world...and said..."

"Stop making trouble!" Chang Di hugged her tightly, feeling distressed, "Stop making trouble, girl, lean on me and have a good rest, you are too tired."

She sadly said a joke that didn't seem like a joke, "Changdi, I feel like I'm going to forget everyone, everything..."

"It's not important, girl, none of this is important."

"Xingjun has his wife, I will not love him anymore...but I don't love him, so what about the heart I gave birth to for him?" She remembered that Xingjun once said that he should learn to control his emotions. Emotions, suppress it in the chest, and one day, you will be able to give birth to your heart, then you will not be a demon, and you can stay with him in the heaven. After all, he lied.

"When I was young, the snow covered the mountain, my mother was writing poems and paintings under the window, and my father was holding a large bunch of red plums on his back outside the window, and I ran over and over. Now, I can't find the same beautiful red plums that year. A Niang also died in depression, and her father was ungrateful to deceive..." Changdi's warm palm covered Zhijin's hand, "A Niang once said that the green mountains are charming, the white snow and red plums are a good vision, but she later I don't believe it."

"But I want you to believe that you will have a happy life and a smooth life, you have to believe it."

She smiled wryly, "Chang Di, can you grasp your heart? Actually, you don't have that ability either, right?"

After listening, he uncovered the scar and questioned himself.When he was young, he was used and forced by his father to kill a fairy who was imprisoned in the giant spirit gabion of the East China Sea and was tortured by the secret arts of the ghost world.Afterwards, he understood that A Niang's death was because his father regarded her as a substitute for another woman.It was only later that he found out that he had an older brother, who was treated like a beast by his father, who was poisoned with Gu worms by people from the demon world, and turned into a water beast that was captured by the heavens and fled everywhere, and passed away miserably...

But even so, he can only put the culprit's father under house arrest in Wuya Mountain, let him fend for himself, and never ask questions.His hands were stained with the blood of countless innocent people, and he deserved to be punished, but he couldn't do it... There was still a little joy in his cold heart, and that was his own name, Changdi, his brother's name, long right.

A Niang used to sit with him on the swing when he was a child, and told him what Chang Di meant.

She said, your father gave you the name Chang Di in the hope that you would live forever, long and long, and Di has the good intentions of elegance and majesty.My father hopes that you will be as good as water, save all living beings, live a long life, and be the flower of Tangdi.

It's just that A Niang didn't know when she was about to die, her first son was not dead, and was given the name Changyou by his father.

The one on the right means help, and the word Di originally means brotherly love, respectful brothers and sisters.Even if the son still said to his father that he was only helping him with his grand plans, those deep memories in the past always existed.

He hated himself for not killing his enemies with his own hands, and hated himself for being just a little tiger who couldn't instantly heal the heart of love.Those hatreds have already turned into sharp blades to kill him. Fortunately, he still has a little breath, because he believes that the green mountains are charming, and the white snow and red plums.

"No, I can hold my heart firmly." His affectionate eyes were like beautiful scenery in four seasons.

(End of this chapter)