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Chapter 2273 [Shangxie] Finale ([-])

This time there was no rushing all the way.

She walked slowly through those cities that she had never looked at carefully, and saw many strange scenery aimlessly.

When they arrived at Feihua City, it was already midsummer.

The river that was once full of lanterns was trickling under the scorching sun, and many rivers and lakes who came and went with swords changed into bunts, and the wind brought by coming and going was hot.

Only Xia Fuyi, leading the horse and wearing that white dress, walked slowly on the river, like a piece of white jade taken out of ice, it feels clear and cool at first glance.

Someone recognized the heroine who had won the contest at Tianjimen, but finally abandoned Jiang Hu Ling like a shoe, wanted to approach her but didn't know why she didn't dare to go up, so they had to watch her disappear at the end of the long street. The direction to Misty Mountain.

Xia Fuyi didn't directly barge in again.

She stood at the gate of the villa and let a gatekeeper go in to report.

After about half a stick of incense, Zhan Luoying, dressed in red, slowly walked down the steps, holding a beautiful clay pot in his hand.

"It came slowly."

Zhan Luoying had a faint smile on her face,

"What? Did you leave after watching the emperor wake up?"

Xia Fuyi shook his head, didn't reply, just stared at the pot.

Zhan Luoying handed her the things,
"The weather is getting hot, the body can't be left forever, and I don't want to waste the ice coffin for her, so I cremated it properly."

Xia Fuyi took the pot, nodded, and said softly,
"Thank you."

Zhan Luoying laughed,
"It's really good, and now I will take the initiative to thank you."

He looked down at Xia Fuyi slightly, and asked after a while,
"After going back this time, are you going to settle in Chiwei's palace?"

Xia Fuyi shook his head, looked up at him,
"I'm going back to Taixu Mountain."

Zhan Luoying was taken aback, raised her eyebrows and said in surprise,
"Could it be that Changsun Chi is not planning to become emperor? He wants to travel the world with you?"

Those dark eyes dimmed, like the night sky with a large number of stars extinguished.

Zhan Luoying made a sudden slip of the tongue, and just watched the girl in white nod her head without saying a word, then cherished the clay pot, turned around and walked slowly down the mountain.

Her back is still so straight, exuding an inhuman coldness, but compared to the Jiange Pavilion Master who rejected people for thousands of miles but didn't understand the world like a blank sheet of paper many years ago, this back looks more lonely.

Perhaps the Jiange Pavilion Master, who has been tainted with the fragrance of red dust and lotus, has always been unrestrained and ruthless, has also become a Jianghu man who will appear lonely in any scenery.

Zhan Luoying stood in front of the villa, watching the figure in white disappear into the green forest, with a somewhat dazed expression.

He didn't wake up until hot sweat dripped down his forehead. He turned around and took two steps when he suddenly noticed something and looked up.

The bluestone hall on that side still stands majestically on the top of the misty mountain.

On the stone platform by the cliff, a tall and straight figure standing with hands behind his back can be vaguely seen.

Zhan Luoying didn't know what that person's expression would be at this moment, but he knew that that person must be staring at the direction the girl left.

The midsummer wind was blowing through the layers of green forests and rolling mountains. The Fuyi Pavilion, which was cast with countless efforts, was not fired after all, and it still stood quietly under the Bluestone Hall.

After standing for an unknown amount of time, the figure finally turned around and disappeared on the edge of the cliff.

Zhan Luoying let out a long sigh, walked into the villa, and was finally submerged in the cascading pavilions.

The door of Fuyi Pavilion was wide open, and a string of wind chimes was hung on the window by someone, jingling by the mountain wind.

(End of this chapter)