Destiny Concubine

Chapter 1351 The Meaning of Existence

Mu Xueer didn't hear what he said just now, so she couldn't help frowning and asked, "What did the Taoist priest just say?"

Lingxu smiled lightly, shook his head and said, "It's a pity that the princess only thought of herself at the time. She wanted to win the prince's heart, but she never thought about it. If she died, what would the prince do?"

Mu Xueer's heart sank, and there was always an indescribable feeling lingering in her heart. She raised her head and asked Lingxu with a puzzled expression: "Why did the Taoist priest tell me this story?"

Lingxu's eyes flickered slightly, he rolled up his sleeves and said: "Poverty, I just think that your empress is very similar to that princess!"

Mu Xueer was noncommittal, she smiled wryly, lowered her eyes and said in a cool voice: "Yeah, I also think that I am very similar to her, the feeling of not being loved because of love is really painful."

Lingxu glanced at her, the corners of his lips moved slightly but he hesitated to speak, then Mu Xueer asked curiously: "Is the story told by the Taoist priest true?"Do people really have an afterlife? "

Lingxu nodded: "Yes, the next life is to make up for the regrets of this life. What you lost in this life may be returned to you in the next life."

The corners of Mu Xueer's lips couldn't help evoking a happy smile, and she bowed to Lingxu and said in a deep voice: "Thank you for your guidance, I understand."

Lingxu smiled, but said nothing more.

Seeing that Lingxu had nothing else to say, Mu Xueer left.

Lingxu nodded slightly, watching her figure leave the imperial garden.When he disappeared, he murmured to himself and sighed: "Actually, you don't understand, because you are that princess!"

It's a pity that everything is a foregone conclusion. He told Mu Xueer this story today because he hoped that she would not repeat the mistakes of her previous life.

He still remembered her previous name, Hua Qingxu, Huo Lingshu!She used her 20-year lifespan to change to another identity, so she could be very close to him, very close!
There are countless infatuated people in this world, and there are always many who, regardless of life and death, act like moths and rush to the flame, just for the fleeting warmth.

That kind of warmth is called... love!

Everyone has forgotten the past, only he remembers, every bit has never been forgotten!Sometimes he always feels that this is not the two lives, maybe they drank Mengpo soup and forgot everything.

But he clearly knew that all of this was true.The psychic jade reversed the time and space and changed the past, but left the memory of the previous life in his mind.

In the past, he didn't know why he had these memories. It wasn't until he met a fairy that he realized that his existence was to transform his friends, let them let go of their obsessions, and change their fate.

This is the meaning and mission of his existence!

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Inside the hall of concentricity.

Xiao Songling, who had been in seclusion for many days, finally developed the antidote for Mingyue Palace to control the dead, but after many days of seclusion, he looked much thinner and haggard.

Ye Qinghuan poured him a cup of tea, and reprimanded him with some displeasure: "Look at you, what have you become? Those who don't know think we abused you!"

Xiao Songling chuckled, and took a sip of the tea calmly. His clear eyes glanced at Xiao Junli and said, "When did my second brother abuse me? Since he ascended the throne, how many times have I dealt with him?" Mess?"

This tone sounded quite resentful.

Ye Qinghuan chuckled, her eyes were bent like crescent moons, and she joked with him: "I also think he oppresses you all day long, why don't you take back this throne and let the two of us go wandering around the world?"

The corners of Xiao Songling's lips twitched violently, and he snorted softly: "You're thinking beautifully, I've made up my mind that once the matter in southern Xinjiang is settled, I will resign and go into seclusion. No one can stop me!"

　There are countless infatuated people in this world, and there are always many who, regardless of life and death, act like moths and rush to the flame, just for the fleeting warmth.That kind of warmth is called... love!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)