The Three-Life Stone

No one in the palace except Bei Ming Mo knew where Xia Jin had gone, and no one dared to ask.

Facing Bei Ming Mo who acted as if nothing had happened, Jiang Chen and Si Yu were extremely careful. If his gentleness was just a precursor, the consequences would be even more frightening.

To everyone's surprise, Bei Ming Mo just lost his smile, and his tone was not emotional, so he seemed to be a little softer, and he was very frugal with his words. He handled things as usual, except that he would often sit in a daze, looking out the window, sometimes drinking a bowl of fresh milk, and then lock himself in the room to do something. When he woke up the next day, he smelled of alcohol, and no one knew where the alcohol came from in the bedroom, and whether he slipped away as usual.

Qin Yunhuai would come and have a drink with this man who shared the same pain with him every few days. They both drank just for the sake of alcohol, feeling the spicy taste passing through their throats, as if that would make their hearts less painful. Bei Mingmo was not as well-trained as Qin Yunhuai, he was just an ordinary man, and after experiencing three days of lying like a corpse after being drunk on an empty stomach, he would never do that again.

As the saying goes, if you draw a sword to cut the water, the water will flow faster; if you drink to dispel sorrow, the sorrow will only get worse. If you drink to dispel sorrow, the sorrow will only get worse when the wine is finished. The collision of two lonely souls can still comfort them, temporarily numb themselves, and then have a good dream.

The relationship between Qin Yunhuai and Bei Mingmo is like meeting a close friend in a foreign land. It is a little confusing for a while, and Bei Mingmo also discovers the origin of the underground palace through this relationship.

In an attic in the Dark Palace, Palace Master Nangong Yu, Second Palace Master Qin Yunhuai, and Emperor Bei Mingmo gathered together.

Bei Mingmo directly expressed his doubts: "I don't mean to offend you, I'm just curious, is Mr. Nangong also a cultivator?"

Nangong Yu didn't know why Bei Ming Mo asked this, but Qin Yunhuai did understand. As smart as Bei Ming Mo was, he would definitely be able to think of some clues. He asked, "Do you want to hear a story or just want to know the origin of Nanxing Country?"

"Stories? I'm all ears."

The story of the establishment of a secret palace is thus told.

The matter can be traced back to the Palace Master's wife. Many years ago, when the Palace Master's wife Luo Xing was still a child, she moved out of the mansion with her mother Jin Hua, probably to a remote mountain range five hills away from Changtai Mountain. To put it nicely, he indulged his wife in traveling and worshipping ancient Buddhas to pray for peace for his family. To put it bluntly, he doted on his concubine and ignored his wife.

There was no one living in the remote mountains. The mother and daughter depended on each other for survival. They pawned their clothes and jewelry for some silver, exchanged them for some coarse linen, bought some firewood, rice, oil and salt, exchanged them for some vegetable seeds, and caught two chickens, a male and a female.

They didn't dare buy too much rice and oil for fear of not being able to carry them, but it was not easy to make a round trip. There were too many things to buy at once. Luo Xing was just a child, and there was not much she could do to help. It was already a relief that she could walk the hundred miles of mountain road by herself. She didn't know how her mother's thin shoulders could carry so much weight at once. The trip took two days and one night. At night, they had to eat a bowl of rice in a dilapidated temple, eat dry cakes when they were hungry, and drink morning dew and the stream at the foot of the mountain when they were thirsty.

Life was hard, and Jinhua tried her best to keep little Luoxing in her arms. Little Luoxing also knew his mother's good intentions and would not make random requests.

A woman's virtue lies in her lack of talent. Jinhua didn't know many words, but she could still teach Luo Xing to write her name stroke by stroke. Under such difficult conditions, she couldn't teach her any of the arts, such as music, chess, calligraphy and painting. The only thing she could learn was dancing, which Luo Xing was not very interested in. She just hoped to follow her mother and help grow some vegetables and dig wild vegetables to fill her stomach.

Luo Xing also likes to watch the hens lay eggs, so that she can eat fried rice, steamed eggs, boiled eggs, and watch the eggs hatch into chicks and the chicks grow into adult chickens. At this time, she can eat meat. She can stir-fry chicken cubes, fry them with flour, or cook porridge. Her mother will use the bones to make soup. When there are more chickens, her mother will slaughter some and marinate them with salt.

Luo Xing also liked to go fishing in the stream, especially before winter, when he could always catch a lot. His mother would pickle the leftovers and take them to nearby villages and towns to exchange for other needed items, so that they could travel closer.

No one knew when Jinhua started coughing. The country doctor didn't see any improvement. At first, she could go to the town with Luo Xing to ask the doctor to take a look and get some medicine. Later, when there was no improvement, she could only walk around nearby and couldn't go far. Even if Luo Xing ran to the town and tried to persuade her, no one was willing to go and see her. They could only prescribe some corresponding medicine based on the symptoms described and persuade Luo Xing to see her.

Everyone has an end in life. Jinhua knows that taking medicine is useless for her body, so it is better to use her few savings on the right path. Her only regret as a mother is that she can't continue to protect her daughter from wind and rain.

Logically speaking, even if the Luo family doesn't care, they will still pay attention to what's going on here. It's impossible for them not to know about this disease for a year or two. It's just possible that they have been looking forward to this day. How can her Xing'er face those ruthless guys alone?

Jinhua couldn't close her eyes until she died. Luo Xing thought that it was the Luo family's betrayal that made his mother die with regrets. Only Jinhua knew that she had let go of those things long ago. The only thing she couldn't let go of was her only daughter.

Two years after Jinhuan left, Luo Xing was about to reach marriage age, and out of emotional need, the Luo family reluctantly took her back.

Just as everyone thought, an uneducated wild girl who grew up in the mountains and had no outstanding qualities was favored by the prince and was taken away halfway. There has been no news of her since then, and all the Luo family members who came to visit were driven away.

The Luo family is a family that bullies the weak and fears the strong. Apart from secretly spreading the news that a prince's son-in-law was deceiving some small-time figures, they were very respectful in public, so much so that when the entire Luo family was searched, no one believed that this was done by the eldest daughter of the Luo family and her husband.

Not long after this incident, Prince Nangong Yu and his subordinates disappeared from the world.

After a few years, the Annan Dynasty ran out of luck and was finally defeated by the successor chosen by the King of Annan himself, which made the people very happy.

Dynasties changed, and people no longer thought about the missing prince. In later generations, some people occasionally heard about a paradise-like country - Nanxing Kingdom. Some people also heard that the king of Nanxing Kingdom was founded by the missing prince - Nangong Yu.

Legend has it that the Nanxing Kingdom was a peaceful dynasty, with everything from north to south of the country, even things that were not available there, but no one had ever said that they had really seen it. Gradually, after another hundred years, Nangong Yu's name would pop up from time to time, and everyone was used to it.

How can a person still be alive after hundreds of years? Some people say that Nangong Yu cultivated the art of immortality and founded a country, but no one has ever seen it, and the story has been forgotten.

At the time, some women told this incident to their children as a bedtime story, just like the fairy tale of Cinderella and the prince. There are many different versions handed down. Some people hide the extermination of the family and tell it as a story, while others use the extermination of the family to illustrate that children who are rebellious will one day harm their relatives. There are many different opinions.

Several years passed in the deep palace, and hundreds of years passed in the human world. New stories replaced old stories.

"I can't believe that the long-lost Prince Nangong Yu of Annan also created the legend of Nanxing Kingdom. The past of this dark palace is actually such a story." Bei Mingmo clapped his hands in praise. He glanced at the young and promising Nangong Yu, and the smile on his face froze slightly. This man is naturally dignified. If you really take out the Nangong Yu in the story and talk about it, his face should be less childish after hundreds of years.

Facing Bei Mingmo's awkward yet polite smile, Nangong Yu said indifferently: "Don't look at me, I'm just the Nangong Yu of this generation."