Dressed as a tyrant and kissing the little queen

Chapter 453 A Song of Lovesickness, A Wish for the Next Life
Many years have passed.

Accompanying Qin Luoyu during Ling Jun's trip, he really traveled to the most beautiful places in the world and tasted the most beautiful food in the world.

The wild cranes in the clouds, the zither and the zither sing in harmony, doing whatever they want, carefree and at ease.

When Qin Luoyu and Ling Junxing returned to the Nightless Capital, it was another spring day.

The peach blossoms outside the city of Evernight are like clouds and rosy clouds, so gorgeous that it makes people feel happy.

It was the peach blossom that Ling Junxing once planted for her. After so many years, the peach blossom has bloomed more and more scorchingly, becoming the most eye-catching scenery outside the city that never sleeps.

Many princes and ladies of noble families hang out here, laughing and laughing.

Now Haiyan River is clear, the world is peaceful, the people don't know how to fight, and the people are prosperous everywhere.

It is no longer the era when wars cost lives as worthless.

Qin Luoyu didn't go back to the palace, but went to stay with Lord Ling in Prince Zhao's Mansion.

After that, year after year, the days were peaceful, peaceful, happy and complete.

Time is like running water, flowing silently.

What has changed is the appearance, but what remains the same is the deep affection that has never changed when they stare at each other.

The summer wind blows slowly across the courtyard, bringing the fragrance of lotus.

The lotus flowers in the lotus pond of Prince Zhao's Mansion are tender, the lotus leaves are like a cover, and the lotus seeds are sweet and sweet.

Qin Luoyu sat in the gazebo by the pool and looked at the lotus flowers. Looking at them, he leaned against Ling Junxing's arms and fell asleep.

She had a dream, dreaming that she returned to the original world.

She gently opened the door, and the house was the same as when she left, nothing had changed.

Cheerful square dance music is played in the living room, and the sun shines in through the windows, making it warm and bright.

Xu Yunying hummed and watered the flowers on the balcony.

She was much older than Qin Luoyu remembered, her black hair had turned gray, but she was full of energy.

The phone on the window sill rang, and Xu Yunying answered the phone, "Sunset Cup Elderly Model Contest? When is training? Okay, no problem, see you at the old place at three o'clock. This time our team, try to come back with a championship!"

After Xu Yunying finished watering the flowers, with a smile on her face, she hurried past Qin Luoyu and went upstairs briskly.

After a while, she changed into an elegant dark flower cheongsam, her hair was pulled up again, and she put on a little makeup, looking very energetic.

Xu Yunying hastily packed her bag and was about to go out. She didn't know what she remembered, but she came back suddenly.

She took a photo frame from Duobao Pavilion and stared at it for a while, feeling relieved and sighing.

"Luoluo, today is your birthday. Mom originally said she would cook you a bowl of longevity noodles tonight, but mom is going to train right now and will be back late at night."

She stretched out her hand and gently stroked the photo frame, "But your emperor's husband will definitely give you a special treat for your birthday, right? It's not bad for mom's birthday noodles. Mom is going to be lazy this year, OK?"

"If you don't speak, my mother will take it as your promise. Let me tell you, my mother is very busy now. She joined the elderly model team in the community and made many friends. Life can be described as rich and colorful. Your mother has never been present in her life So busy, so happy."

"Oh, by the way, that friend of yours, Xue Yuheng, has moved his house across the street from ours. He comes over to chat with me when he is free at night. He is really good. Mom used to have some old problems like back pain, and he prescribed medicine. , and now they are all healed."

"There's another thing, you don't believe me if you tell me, your father insisted on divorcing me back then, didn't he stay with that vixen, but in the end, he regretted it not long after, saying that he was just greedy for his little money. Not sincerely to him. Now he is shy and wants to remarry me, hmph, I don't agree. "

Xu Yunying said, looking at the time on the phone, "Oh, mom is really late, she's going to be late, mom is gone. Luoluo, remember to be happy, don't miss mom, take good care of Xiaobao, Live your own life well, and Mom will be relieved of everything."

The door was closed, and the room was empty and silent.

Qin Luoyu's eyes fell on the photo frame of Duobao Pavilion. Inside was a group photo Xu Yunying took of Xiaobao when she took them to the amusement park.

Qin Luoyu stood quietly, tears streaming down his face.

What worries her the most is her mother.

Now seeing that her mother is okay, she can finally leave with peace of mind.

"Luo'er, wake up."

She heard someone calling her name, she opened her eyes, and looked into Shangling Junxing's concerned eyes: "Why did you sleep and cry yourself?"

Qin Luoyu smiled with tears in his eyes, "I dreamed about my mother, she is fine."

Ling Junxing gave a low "um", raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and silently embraced her in his arms.

In order to come to this world to find him, he knew that she had given up too much.

Qin Luoyu was hugged by him, and suddenly wanted to cry again.

But it wasn't because of sadness, but because an indescribable emotion surged up, and my heart was sore and soft, but it was full and warm.

Hold the hand of the son, grow old together with the son, live and die together, and talk to the son.

I used to think that this was just the most beautiful vision in the poem.

However, now she and Ling Junxing have really done it.

In this life, I have no more regrets.

She has started greedily, praying for the next life.

Qin Luoyu said softly, "Husband, let me teach you to play a tune, okay?"

Ling Junxing was a little surprised, but he agreed without hesitation: "Okay."

The little bamboo flute he had given her was quickly brought over.

After many years, that bamboo flute is still as green as new, and the green color is about to drip.

Qin Luoyu smiled slightly, "Listen up, I'll only play it once."

Ling Junxing nodded: "Well, once is enough."

No matter how difficult the song is, he will remember it once.

If he blows too much, he is afraid that she will be tired.

Recently, she seems to be particularly tired and doesn't get enough sleep.

The sound of the flute is soft and melodious, indescribably lingering and affectionate, perhaps mellow lovesickness.

Qin Luoyu only blew it once, and as expected, he had already mastered Lingjun Xing, and there was no difference at all.

After playing this piece of music, for some reason, she felt as if all the energy in her body had disappeared with the wind.

Her body was cold, Ling Junxing said softly: "It's cool by the pool, go back."

Qin Luoyu hugged him and curled up in his arms: "Then hug me, I don't want to go."

Ling Junxing smiled and hugged her: "Okay, I'll hug you."

Qin Luoyu put his arms around his neck, leaned his head on his arms, and whispered, "Husband, do you know the name of the song I taught you just now?"

Ling Junxing asked, "What's your name?"

She looked up at the sky, the sky was blue and sunny, just like in a dream.

Qin Luoyu closed his eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

She said softly, "The name of this song is Xiangsi."

Acacia is as deep as the ocean, and old things are as far away as the sky.

Tens of thousands of teardrops make people feel heartbroken.

If you want to see without a cause, it will be difficult to fight.

If there is no predestined relationship in the previous life, it will be renewed and the next life aspiration.

To be reconciled, next life wishes.

The wind blew her hair, and her dress was light.

She wrapped the arm around Ling Junxing's neck and slipped down silently.

Ling Junxing stopped abruptly, and looked down at her in his arms, her eyes were closed, with a smile on her lips.

However, he could no longer answer his call.

In Ling Junxing's eyes, he couldn't help but shed tears.

*
Outside the Jiyushan mausoleum, there was a lot of mourning.

Ling Jian, the emperor of the Ling Kingdom, led a group of concubines, children and ministers of civil and military affairs, and knelt down on the ground densely.

Ling Ruo had already passed out from crying.

As for Ling Jian, since he was educated by his father when he was three years old, he has never shed a tear.

However, at this moment, seeing the heavy door of the tomb slowly closing, his eyes were red, and his heart almost felt like a knife.

When the father and the emperor built this mausoleum for the mother, he had already decided to live and die with the mother.

The door of the tomb is enclosed inside, once the door is closed from the inside, there is no possibility of opening it.

Unless the tomb is completely destroyed, it is absolutely impossible for this stone gate to be opened from the outside.

Ling Jian watched helplessly as his father carried his mother into the mausoleum, no matter how hard he and his younger sister Ling Ruo begged, his father would not change his mind.

"Your mother will be very lonely if she leaves alone. Royal father, go to accompany her."

This is the last sentence left by Ling Junxing to Ling Jian and Ling Ruo.

*
In the airtight tomb, the white jade sarcophagus is icy cold, chilling to the bone.

Ling Junxing calmly hugged Qin Luoyu and lay down with his eyes closed, as if he was just going to a dark dreamland with her.

At dawn, she would wake up, smile at him, and call him husband sweetly.

I don't know how long it took.

The air in the tomb gradually became thinner, and even the candles were extinguished one by one.

In this deadly darkness, Ling Junxing's breathing became weaker and weaker, and his consciousness seemed to slowly fall into the boundless darkness.

Countless images of the past flashed before his eyes as he fell.

The encounter in the palace in Los Angeles when we were young, and the encounter in the ruined temple in the heavy rain.

On the wedding night, amidst the red blood and fire, her tenderness.

Prince Zhao's Mansion, Daishan Hunting Ground, Qiushui Palace, there is no place where she is not.

Beidi, Jizhou City, the city that never sleeps, in the sky full of peach blossoms, the sound of flute, her smile.

Los Angeles, Ancheng.

Southern Chu, Western Shu, Great Qin.

He pursued her figure, and when they met again, her tears and joy.

She was pregnant, picking the green apricots on the branch with her feet on her feet.

He thought that that was the happiness and peace that he was looking for in his life.

However, everything ended in the fire at Yuankong Temple in Meicheng.

He finally remembered.

Remember the past that was sealed in the soul.

After the fire, he ignored the government and became a complete tyrant.

He summoned sorcerers from all over the world to call out her soul, and he did not hesitate to go against the sky, set up a way of floating life, and searched for her soul, just to meet her.

In this life, he should have been alone in the Dao of Floating Life, and he would not be able to find her in the next life until she passed away in another world.

However, she gave up everything in that world and came back.

Return to his side.

It changed the fateful ending and gave him the warmth, happiness and tranquility of this life.

Ling Junxing unconsciously hugged the person in his arms tighter.

"Husband."

In the boundless darkness, he seemed to hear her voice calling him.

A beam of heavenly light pierces the abyss, illuminating the darkness.

She stood in that bright place with a full smile, her long black hair was blown by the wind, and the smile in her clear eyes was lively and delicate, just like she was back then.

He hurried to catch up, "Luo'er, wait for me."

wait for me.

In the next life, wait for me to find you.

In the next life, we still have to go hand in hand together.

　The main text is over here, and the next part is the extra, and the new article will start when the extra is almost written, probably in mid-March~~
　　
　
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