Peerless Concubine: Ghost King, this palace wants to rob

Chapter 404 [Telling stories better than Andersen]

Chen Lingling sighed silently, jujube...she really had enough now.

"How old are you this year?" Zui Yao buried his head in his meal, as if he asked intentionally or unintentionally.

She raised her head and stared out of the window, she didn't remember it when Feng Yang asked her.

"Probably twenty to three."

"Probably?" Zui Yao looked at her in surprise, "Don't you know how old you are?"

Chu Lingling didn't take it seriously, "Why do you remember so clearly? It's just an age, but it just proves how long I've lived in this world."

In fact, if you count it carefully, she was already in her 20s when she died in her last life, plus the years she spent here, her actual lifespan this year should be about the same as Xuanyuan Jiaye.

Zui Yao drank the black sesame paste contentedly, "How long you live is just a fleeting moment. After you die, with a handful of loess, you will have nothing to do with the affairs of people in this world."

"It's as if you've died before." Chen Lingling talked to him intermittently.

Zui Yao watched her smile with deep meaning, lowered her eyes, "Go out for a walk after eating."

After taking the last sip of sesame paste, Chen Lingling wiped her mouth, "Is there any place to go around here?"

She looked at the empty bowl of sesame paste and muttered, "It's too sweet."

Seeing her finish eating, Zui Yao glanced at the sesame paste, "It's just for breathing, there are mountains around here, and behind the mountains is a sea."

"The sea?" Chen Lingling was surprised, why hadn't she heard that there was a sea here.

He nodded, turning the folding fan in his hand, "Well, Wangminghai, it is said that the name came from a tragic story."

Chen Lingling leaned against the window, poured two cups of tea, and said with great interest, "Tell me about it."

Zui Yao took the teacup she handed over, lifted the lid and blew on it, and took a sip gracefully. Only in such a quiet moment, would Chen Lingling feel that Zui Yao was a decent person.

He is elegantly dressed in purple clothes, his black hair is scattered, and there is a faint smile on his clear face, just like a Persian cat just waking up, with a lazy posture, psychedelic eyes, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised. The pure magnetic voice flowed out slowly.

"It is said that hundreds of years ago, there was a man who liked to roam the rivers and lakes. He yearned for a chic, free and unfettered life all his life. He thought he could walk the rivers and lakes alone until he grew old, but unexpectedly met that woman, a woman who made him willingly fall into entanglements in the world. Woman." Zui Yao deliberately paused when he said this.

Chen Lingling was engrossed in listening, and she hadn't heard the story for a long time, which made her feel relieved, "Why don't you tell me?"

Zui Yao glanced at her, shook his folding fan, and the deepness between his brows disappeared, "The woman followed him after that, but... that woman has a family, and that woman's husband's family is very powerful , and sent people to chase and kill the two of them. In the end, the woman chose to go back with her husband's family in order to keep the man alive. The man was very sad and moved, but in the end he knew that the woman was just sent by others to kill him. He has been poisoned, but he still loves that woman in his heart."

"In the end he played his first flute in front of this sea, and then jumped down. Before jumping down, he said: I would like to use my life to pray to God to let me forget your name. Therefore, this sea It is called the Sea of ​​Forgotten Names."

After hearing this, Chen Lingling didn't speak, and it took a long time before she sneered, "You can tell stories better than Andersen."

However, she felt in her heart that this kind of thing seemed possible.

After all, if she had been weaker back then, maybe she would have jumped off a cliff even if she didn't jump into the sea.

(End of this chapter)