Fragrance is good for purifying the heart

Chapter 242 Repair
They were watering the hibiscus flowers on the green table next to them. Shushen raised her eyes, her eyes were gentle and tender, and she looked at him. Suddenly she smiled softly, elegant yet elegant, and he clearly heard Shushen again. Shen's voice: "Langjun, I've already wiped that leaf, why are you still wiping it?"

She seemed a little unhappy and said slightly angrily: "You go over there and drink your bergamot tea. Don't cause trouble here."

With a satisfied smile on his face, Fuhua walked obediently to the wooden chair and picked up the cup of Buddha's hand tea.

Fortunately, it was just warm enough.It must have been brewed by Shu Shen just now.

"Shu Shen, from now on..."

He wanted to say something, but suddenly he raised his head, and Shushen's figure tending to the hibiscus flower disappeared. There was only a patch of sunlight left in the hut, shining warmly on the pot of hibiscus flower, and the hibiscus flower was blooming towards him. Soft pink-orange petals.

"Lang Jun, the flower language of hibiscus is gentle persistence, so you have to persist..."

Shushen's figure had disappeared from the room, but only her parting words to him were left behind.

Yes, hibiscus flower refers to a kind of gentle persistence, which means eternal love and passion, just like his feelings for Shushen, which have never changed over the years.

In the main hall of Yanying Palace, I don't know how much time passed. He slowly opened his eyes, but his eyes were firmer and brighter than before. He may have been reborn in the dream of having Shushen.

But Shushen's words were like a ray of sunlight in the small house, permanently shining into his heart that had been gloomy for several times.

"I...I will get better, I will persevere, Shushen, you must wait for me!"

He is the majestic King of Shadows. He only calls himself "I" in front of Shushen. The rest of the time he calls himself "I". Shushen always has a different place in his heart. She seems to be able to make him live, even Let him die, as long as it is what she wants, he will give it with both hands, even if it means his life.

But Shushen...she...

When Fuhua walked out of the hall, Lu Kangan came up to him with a look of anxiety and surprise, and called out: "Shenjun, are you okay? Has your soul been restored?"

Fuhua looked at him calmly, nodded, and asked: "My lord, how long have you been in there?"

"It's been more than one day. I'm still worried..." Lu Kang'an wanted to continue, but he stopped when he saw the flashy look on his face.

Time has passed unknowingly, and now it is the day of the new moon, but Shenjun is doing well, and the soul-deficient disorder that has troubled him for many years has actually not occurred again.

"Go down and return all the magic weapons of the seven sects to Zhao in a secret way. I only give you half a day to do this. Can you do it?"

"Yes. But Lord God, that madam..." When Lu Kangan saw that the flashy soul deficiency syndrome had been repaired by the treasure of Tianhe Continent, his face showed a rare joy, but when he thought of madam, he had to say a few words. Three sentences.

"Alas..." Hearing this, Fu Hua's heart, which was no longer burdened, sank again. He waved his hand to Lu Kang'an, "You don't need to worry about this. I have my own sense of discretion. Since I agreed to the little miracle doctor, I will Don't break your trust. Once this matter is over, I already owe the little miracle doctor a big favor, and I will definitely pay it back in the future. I instruct your people to be polite to the little miracle doctor in the future."

He thought of Gardenia, and naturally he also thought of the brilliance of sincerity and trust in her eyes for him. That look seemed to be able to abandon all the criticism and accusations against him in this world. The ordinary people on Tianhe Continent. Rarely, he had only seen it in front of a great doctor like Shu Shen.He pondered for a moment, then took out a flute made of pure white jade from his sleeve, and told Lu Kang'an: "Except for this Immortal Emperor Flute, you should hurry up and get the rest of the magic weapons."

"Yes." Lu Kangan couldn't help but feel a little happy. It seemed that things were getting better and better for the Lord God, so he happily accepted the order and left.

You must know that this soul-deficient disorder has been bothering Shenjun for many years. It is the root cause of the disease since his wife Shushen left. It is unexpected that one day it will be completely repaired.

God knows, could there be anything more joyful than this?

Fuhua had already made a plan in his mind. He really wanted to go to Taixu Mountain to find Gardenia and return the Immortal Emperor Flute with his own hands, but...he wanted to go somewhere first.

Not far from the Yan Ying Palace Palace, there is a large river called the Yanbo River. The water in the river is fast and surging all year round, but layers of mist are often gathered on the surface of the river.

The mist is ethereal, vast and silent, but it forms a sharp contrast with the rapidity and menace of the river.

The flashy purple mist appeared on the bank of the Yanbo River. When he wore a long aqua robe, a silver hollow hibiscus border was exposed inside the robe. When he appeared on the bank of the Yanbo River, the look on his face turned out to be a bit strange. Dejected.

Not far in front of him, stood a stone tomb. The tomb looked simple yet grand. The closed tomb door was carved with exquisite hibiscus patterns. Fuhua couldn't help but let out a long sigh and turned it into a tomb. He put his palm on the hibiscus pattern on the stone door with a sad expression:
"Shu Shen...I'm here. Are you cold here?"

Indeed, this is the tomb he built for his wife - Shushen's tomb.

Every time he gets close to this place, his heart is very complicated. He seems to have returned to his youth. He wants to see Shushen again and see her elegant face, but at the same time, he seems to be an old man, and his heart is filled with confusion. It was full of the vicissitudes that life had given him, and even a certain fear that emanated from his bones.

A fear of never seeing Shushen again.

Although he has been here many times, every time he comes, he can't calm the turmoil in his heart.

Pushing the door open, the stone tomb door made a loud "clack" sound. He stepped in with heavy steps.

On the stone walls of the tomb, beautifully carved hibiscus flowers can be seen everywhere. In the four corners of the tomb, there is a small green table with four pots of dried hibiscus flowers placed on it.

When the flowers are made, they still retain their original freshness and tenderness. They are then naturally dried and then replanted in the pot...

Over the years, Fuhua specially built Yan Yingdian's palace here just to guard her tomb.

The tomb was naturally built in a simple and grand style according to Shushen's preferences during his lifetime. Apart from the complicated arrangement of hibiscus flowers in the tomb, the only other thing left was the ice crystal snow coffin in the center of the tomb.

Inside the ice crystal snow coffin, there was still a person lying there, still looking like Shushen when he was alive.

(End of this chapter)