Dust and Ember Song

Chapter 160 Arashiyama White First Wish

In the Mengtang building, there was a drunk young man who toasted at the banquet and said in relief that although Meng Xia Feixue seemed unlucky, but like a pure white fallen flower, the city was full of tranquility and tenderness, hugging a beautiful woman and walking together, it can be called : Snow stains Lancheng Road, hand in hand can grow old.

Changdi held Zhijin's hand and murmured ambiguously, "It's my wish to grow old with you..."

In the quiet lake of her heart, without any waves, she stroked the good horse that Changdi had brought, "Does it have a name?"

"If it has a name, how could its owner be willing to sell it?"

Nameless... Even though she lived deep in the Nameless Valley in the past, she has only one memory, one name.It's just that the entanglement of grievances and resentments tied behind this name is like a cage, like a shackle, once trapped in it, it is rare to be free.

Rou Yi brushed against the green horse's neck, it breathed hot air with its thick nose flatteringly, touched her arm, and there was a cautious look in its eyes wishing to be loved.She looked at that gaze, and thought of the old man who was once a blue-faced beast with fangs. He was wearing an ugly skin, avoiding the pursuit of the world, and the sword, light and sword in the nightmare made him humble like an ant.

"Did you think of Changyou?" He always easily sensed all her thoughts, "He will live a very good life with A Niang in a place we don't know... Qing Ze will also. "

Zhijin glanced at the hustle and bustle of the market, the peace and harmony of the mortals in the snow, and couldn't help sighing, "And Luo Tang, I believe he returned to his Xiaodu Mountain, under the green light of the academy, he wrote volume after volume. I am reviewing the classics, and I can see such a snow scene in front of the window."

He held her face up with a smile, and said dotingly, "My old friend has a special place in the story, but now you should look at me more, girl."

"I think you are getting old and always feel lonely, but you don't like me to be by your side. There are so many beauties in Shengzhou, you should let the ghost servant choose a few for you." She opened his warm knuckles, Pretending to be cruel and rejecting his strong love, "Changdi, you understand, I can only be your best friend, but I can't... So, please don't worry about certain affections, it's not worth it."

Chang Di, who is calm and calm as always, will not be surprised, indifferent, or even sick with embarrassment because of her straightforwardness.He has loved her for so many years and knows her heart. He doesn't care whether he has her love or not.As long as she is safe and sound, being able to be by her side is already a matter of destiny's favor.He who admits that he has committed a lot of sins, only wishes to protect her for the rest of his life. Besides, he also longs for her attachment to him.

"I have hugged you, kissed you, and slept with you. In the eyes of the world, you are already my wife." He said convincingly, "It's just that my wife is a bit fickle, and the body is with me." , but my heart doesn’t know where it has gone.”

Zhijin, whose face was full of black lines, wanted to cover Qing Congma's ears, and thought to himself, I knew that the king of Shengzhou, Lao Tzu, could not turn around what was approved by Changdi, the Shanjun of Shengzhou. opponent.Fortunately, Chang Di knows how to measure and behaves according to the rules. He never forces him. He is considered a gentleman.

"You can keep these words in your heart, and you are not allowed to say them again in the future, so as not to cause misunderstandings." Zhijin told her that she was really afraid of talking right and wrong. After she was a wanderer, she would not dare to ask questions, but there must be doom .She doesn't want people with ulterior motives to know that Chang Di has a great relationship with her, but to threaten him and intimidate him, it will not end well.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here, don't worry... Since I love you, I've considered all fate, life and death." When he resumed the first meeting, he looked serious and cold, and kissed her forehead, "You don't love me?" , it doesn't matter, as long as you allow me to love you."

From the beginning to the end, she couldn't really refuse such a person.What face does she have to push away this regretless sincerity, and what right does she have to hurt and disappoint his unrequited love.She doesn't love him, but she likes him, the kind of liking like getting drunk in falling flowers or sailing in a storm... that's all.

No more words, they had a tacit understanding, hugged each other for a moment, looked up at his clear face and said, "Let's name the horse Ping An, shall we?"

He smiled and nodded, okay, it's called Ping An, which only belongs to you and me.

Outside the city of Lan, the green mountains are surrounded by mist, snow and jade flowers are flying, another day will pass in the world, who will miss it.

The bluestone slab road leading to Tangmiao has already been piled up with crushed snow, making it colder than the city.He held the horse with one hand and held her hand tightly with the other, like a mortal man carrying his wife to fulfill his wish.Although the celestial phenomenon is abnormal, it gives the world more reasons to pray. The fireworks in the temple are prosperous, regardless of rich or poor.

The Taoist boy in the temple saw that they didn't know where to go, so he led them to tie up their horses.Scattered crabapple flowers can be seen everywhere, and there is a vicissitudes of crabapple tree in front of the temple gate, which seems to be ten thousand years old, Zhijin thinks that this tree is older than any crabapple tree he has seen before.It is indifferent and drunk, unwilling to look down at the people coming and going under its feet, but closes its eyes slightly, listens to the snow and observes the fog, and waits for the wind to tell it who and what is going on in the world, it nods silently, and bestows the wind with boundless falling flowers.

Standing in the shade of the flowers, she seemed to see Luo Tang coming out from behind the tree and coming to her, and said softly, the flowers will eventually fall, and the wind and rain are not always what you want, but you see, time is eternal , so is love.When the flowers are gone, there is no need to cherish the past, just like when the story is finished, the old man has a return date, and you have to live well.Alive, with a warm heart, to start the next story, meet the next old friend... to spend the next bright time.

Following her gaze, it was the wind embracing the falling flowers, accompanied by the fine snow, swaying softly and drunkenly around, Changdi sighed, "It's so beautiful, girl."

"I saw Luo Tang." Zhijin stretched out his hand, and there was a greeting from the years in his palm. Ruixue had a good year, so don't feel uneasy.

"He told me to live a good life."

He was dressed in black and green linen, and the dead branches on his hair were dyed green. He bowed slightly and performed the ritual of Taoism, "When flying catkins around Lanshan, praying to the gods, you can be more selfish."

"Taoists talk about selfishness, which seems to have broken the precepts." Changdi returned the salute, and saw that the Taoist in the temple was clean and dust-free.

"Pilgrims don't think the snow and flowers here are beautiful." The Taoist in Tsing Yi said meaningfully, "The gods are used to hearing ordinary prayers, and are tired of fraternity and Guangde. He will favor selfish prayers."

"I don't know what kind of god is enshrined in the temple, so extraordinary." Zhijin nodded and smiled.

The Taoist in Tsing Yi folded his sleeves, and signaled with his jade hands that the god was the crabapple tree in front of him, "The love is as deep as the sea, and the heart is as long as the begonia."

"So, most of the wishes received by your temple are love... quite secular." Changdi Bowen, today, is overwhelmed by this miraculous temple. He did not expect such a place to exist in Guozhou.

"The extension of love is the way of longevity in the world. If there is no love and no righteousness, how can a person have a heart, and if there is no heart, what is a person." The wind blows the Taoist's green clothes, and he seems to be a god who is benevolent to all living beings.

"I want to pray that my wife will love me. Can the gods allow such a wish?" Changdi spoke affectionately, forgetting that he is not a mortal.

"It can't be done." The Taoist in Tsing Yi answered every question.

"Didn't it mean that you can have your own selfishness?" Chang Di was embarrassed, "Then I pray that the lady is safe."

In Wu Qing's sleeve, a peace talisman engraved with crabapple flowers suddenly appeared, "The gods can't do it, not because such a wish is bad, but...you must have a wife first."

Zhijin covered his mouth and smiled, in front of the gods, Changdi was lost.

"You can give this peace talisman to your loved one." The Taoist looked at Zhijin, and handed the Haitang peace talisman to Changdi, "As for, is the person you love willing to marry you and become your Wife, it depends on your fate."

　The love is as deep as the sea, and the heart is as long as the Tang.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)