Fast Travel Guide: The heroine collapses

Chapter 1222, Returning to Xia Shang 6
At the same moment, Xia Chun was standing in the imperial garden, and the cool breeze blew past him, and the strange feeling of emptiness disappeared instantly.

That feeling, as if someone forcibly made up for the lack in his heart, and his body no longer had the discomfort just now, as if everything was his illusion.

Missing is like a tide, making him miss a woman crazily at this moment.

That, with a beautiful appearance, was going to marry him and become his queen's woman.

Again.

Closing his eyes, Xia Chun curled his lips in a self-deprecating way. This feeling that his whole body, even his whole body and mind, were being controlled by others disgusted him very much.

Pulled out a dagger from his waist, opened his sleeves, revealing the white silk stained red with blood, and mercilessly slashed another wound on his arm. He himself is very capable of healing. I am afraid that the wound on his arm has already festered and rotted.

At first he thought that he was used to this kind of pain, and that his heart was already numb, but he still felt this pain, and it was this pain that made his brain clear again.

The woman's figure gradually faded away.

Lowering his eyes, Xia Chun pulled off his sleeves to cover the wound on his arm, and let the blood flow down his arm. His white wrist and glaring blood made everything look so strange.

But Xia Chun didn't have the slightest emotion on his face. He looked blankly at the girl's hand that he accidentally held just now. The warmth of the girl just now seemed to remain in the palm of his hand. His fingers trembled slightly. Xia Chun was silent for a while, suddenly Covering his face, he smiled lightly.

The laughter was pleasant, and it seemed extremely strange in the silent imperial garden.

"It's really interesting. Your appearance can actually make me get rid of that kind of control. Obviously, my heart has been controlled by others, but your appearance actually makes me subconsciously resist. This strange power, you , Who the hell are they!"

Clenching the white silk stained with blood tightly, the man's hoarse voice seemed unfathomable.

He had suspected for a long time that his feelings for the saint were inexplicable. At first, he might have believed that he loved the saint just as outsiders said.

However, if he really loves someone, it is impossible for him to reject her approaching. Even if the feeling is very weak, Xia Chun, who has always been keen, still senses it.

The sense of rejection rising from the depths of his heart hinted at himself over and over again.

Something wrong with him.

Because of this, he planned this post-sealing ceremony.

Because this weird sense of being controlled comes from the saint, he is also afraid that the people around him have ulterior motives.

So, he keeps showing his true emotions, doubts.

Do you think he will become stupid and ignorant if he loses his memory?
Even if he lost his memory, even if everyone told him that he loved the saint, in this world, he would only believe his truest feelings forever.

Xia Chun's eyes were indifferent, and he ordered in a cold tone.

"Come on, go and check the identity of the girl just now."

In this world, there are only a handful of women who are five points similar to the face of the saint!
Therefore, Xia Chun's order was not too difficult at all.

A respectful and hoarse male voice sounded from the darkness.

"Subordinates obey!"

After Qingcheng left Xia Chun, she didn't stay in the palace. She wanted to know what happened in these years.

But now, the only person she can trust is the national teacher.

So, Qingcheng went to the National Teacher's Mansion, it was obviously a long time, but it was like yesterday, it was still the same road and this place.

Qingcheng overturned the wall and entered the National Teacher's Mansion. The huge mansion has undergone earth-shaking changes.

As soon as you enter, you will be greeted with flowers everywhere. Rose-red peach blossoms are blooming on the branches, and the fragrance of the flowers is tangy. Occasionally, a light breeze blows by, and the petals like silk and satin flutter down with the wind. Countless petals are fluttering, just like the drizzle in spring, beautiful moving.

Seeing this scene, Qingcheng's eyes flashed with astonishment, and he raised his legs to walk inside, and the memory of the national teacher flooded in his mind.

They had agreed to leave the capital together.

Find a place where there are no outsiders, hide your name, and plant a peach blossom forest that blooms in all seasons. In the peach blossom forest, build a wooden house, grow some vegetables, and be a pair of enviable fairy couples.

It's just that a promise is just a promise. Fact and fantasy seem to be two extremes. The promise made before is like a dream bubble, which will be broken at the touch of a button.

The melodious sound of the piano resounded faintly in the peach forest, Qingcheng stopped involuntarily, and at a glance, he saw a man in white sitting in the rain of flowers falling lightly.

He has a clear figure, like a god, plucking the strings with his hands, and the sound of silk and bamboo can be heard, with the waiting and longing for his lover.

"Jin Xian, long time no see!"

The girl's voice was like a phantom in a dream.

The man looked up, and saw a slender and petite girl walking under the rain of dancing flowers.

The man stared at this scene with no fluctuations in his expression. After a while, he looked away, lowered his eyes, and laughed at himself.

"It's a dream again, Qingqing, when, five years have passed in the blink of an eye, when will I be able to wait for you!"

Qingqing!

Everyone knows that the national teacher is the national teacher, but few people know the real name of the national teacher.
——Jin Xian.

Taken from the unprovoked fifty strings of Zither, one string and one column think of Huanian.

I heard from the national teacher that someone once told his fortune, and he was trapped by love and treated by love all his life.

Sure enough, the national teacher fulfilled his prophecy, all his life, he has been waiting for a widow, waiting for his sweetheart, waiting for that person's return.

Qingcheng clearly heard Jinxian's words clearly. Looking at the man who was more handsome than a few years ago, an indescribable sourness surged in her heart, guilt, sadness, and the feeling of wanting to see him again. joy.

Pursing her thin lips, with a soft voice, she recited the poem written to her by the national teacher Jin Xian for his sweetheart in the interstellar history.

"Qingqing, my love, my lovesickness, Jianjia Yunshu, dare not forget, heart like a rock, afraid of being transferred.

Qingqing, my love, my bright moon, expressing love while drunk, dare not forget, falling flowers into sorrow, never returning.

Qingqing, my love, my cinnabar, lingering in my mind, I dare not forget, the grass and clouds are twilight, and the old people have different paths.

Qingqing, my love, my phoenix tree, the mandarin ducks are whirling, I dare not forget, the mortal world is ethereal, I will not cut lovesickness..."

The melodious female voice is extremely pleasant, and the familiar words make Jinxian able to tell that these are the thoughts he wrote down for waiting for her return.

At that moment, Jin Xian seemed to realize something, opened her eyes wide suddenly, stood up, startled the petals that fell on the ground.

"Qingqing..."

The girl smiled like a flower, looked at the man, and said word by word, "Jinxian, I'm back!"

(End of this chapter)