[Bao Lian Lantern Heart] Lu Yao Returns to Dream

Say something.

"Have you heard about it? Erlang God has come to our palace!"

"I've heard that one Monkey King is not enough, and another one is coming! I just hope they don't fight, otherwise our West Sea has not been captured by the Black Lotus Sect, but by the two of them!"

"Hey, you're new here, who cares about Monkey King now?" A court lady glanced around and lowered her voice, "You don't know Erlang God is our third princess's... ex-husband? "

Another said: "She has only been in the palace for half a year, and she hasn't even met the third princess. How can she know about these old things? Talking about the third princess has been banned in the palace for decades. Be careful what you say, don't blame me for not reminding you. "

A passing young palace lady heard them talking about Yang Jian, so she hurriedly came over, "Hey, hey, I heard that Erlang God was born with a good skin. Back then, the third princess lost her life because of her handsome face. Is it true?"

"Nonsense, right? Everyone said he was born with three eyes, how scary! Moreover, this man was ungrateful and dismissed our princess in order to become an official in heaven. There are rumors that the third princess was later condemned by the Jade Emperor, and he was the one who planted and framed him!"

Another one said: "No, no, my cousin knows the guard at the gate of Yaochi. The guard saw the third princess go to the sky with his own eyes. When he entered, His Majesty was scolding Erlang God, but it was the third princess who was punished. Think about it carefully. It's obvious that the beauty is saving the hero!"

A deep and cold voice sounded from behind the maid: "What beauty saves the hero?"

All the maids looked back and saw that it was Fang Ao Moang who came out from the inner hall, she was so frightened that she stood in a row trembling, holding her breath with her head bowed.

"I have said that those who make false comments on the three princesses will be punished thirty times with a stick. Besides, True Monarch Erlang is a guest, so you criticize behind your back, do you understand the rules? Slap your mouth thirty times, and go and receive the punishment yourself."

This room was full of discussions from bottom to top, but the person involved, Yang Jian, was staying quietly in the Qinghui Hall where the guests were treated, watching a pale pink coral in the corner emptied into space, and the Xiaotian dog turned back into a dog shape and slept soundly in the side hall .

Many, many years ago, he had seen Ao Cunxin draw with a brush, his wrists were bright and his lines were elegant, and the only things he could outline with his brushes were red mountains, ink algae.

At that time, he had a high heart and did not recognize the family members of the sky. He sat in Guanjiangkou and listened to the instructions and refused to listen to the announcement. He even married the three princesses of Xihai under the pressure of the Jade Emperor himself.Xihai failed to detain him, and did not dare to blatantly oppose the Jade Emperor, so he had to cut off contact with Ao Cunxin.

After so many years, Yang Jian thought about it, perhaps life is hard and easy to live in the world, either breaking himself or hurting his relatives.

Just like that year, when his mother Yaoji was burning in front of him, the sweat dripped into his eyes, dyed a flame red, painful and itchy.When he was young, he cried and begged the emperor above the clouds to stop. For the first and last time in his life, he called "Uncle" to that person, but read "It's too late to regret" through the shaking crown beads.

Yang Jian unconsciously raised his hand and pressed his right shoulder, which was starting to ache again. His fluttering thoughts were brought back to the Qinghui Hall of the Underwater Dragon Palace by a soft and gentle voice outside the window.

"Eldest sister, elder brother seems to have invited Yang Jian into the palace. It stands to reason that father and king should greet him in person when the god of justice arrives. Why is there no movement until now? Do you think it will be... still thinking about the role of son-in-law ?”

A cold and capable voice said: "The father was so angry with Yang Jian that he gave the little girl Meng Po soup, can you forget?"

"But... now the younger sister is wanted by the imperial decree, and the mother's mother is already in poor health, and she is also sick because of it. The father and king should have the intention of cooperating with Yang Jian this time, right?" She sighed softly, "I I don’t know how to play political games, so I just have to worry about it. I really hope that these disasters will pass quickly, those who have been wronged will be cleared, and those who have been separated will be reunited as soon as possible..."

"What kind of reunion?" The Eldest Princess disapproved, "I was not optimistic about the matter between the two of them early in the morning. The younger sister was doted on by her aunt since she was a child. Although she has a lively and cheerful temperament, she has no mother-in-law. She lacks a sense of security and is therefore sensitive and suspicious. What about Yang Jian? He crawled out of the sea of ​​hatred and hatred. He is not a romantic person at all. He doesn't know how to consider his daughter's thoughts. It's strange that he can live a good life..."

The conversation gradually faded away.

"Oh, wind, flowers, snow and moon, the great judiciary..." The dark thin lips curled up slightly, and Yang Jian picked up the glazed teapot and poured a cup, pouring a cup of clear tea on the ground.

The fragrant tea quickly seeps into the crevices of the pebbles.

Flowers return to flowers, fog returns to fog, and millennia return to earth.

……

400 years ago.

"You are back, the queen mother is gone?"

As soon as he entered, he saw her greet him sweetly.But he ignored it with a sullen face, sat down directly by the desk, and picked up an old volume of slips to read.

She seemed to be used to it, and sat down side by side around the case, and said with a smile: "Second Lord, Tianting came to ask you for help at the most critical time, but you didn't go, but Tianting didn't blame you, but asked you It is enough to be benevolent and righteous to be a judicial god in heaven."

"Extremely benevolent? You just want to use me."

"People use each other and need each other." She persuaded patiently.

He put down the notebook and turned to look into her clear eyes, "Then what's between me and you?"

She was stunned for a moment, and the smile on her face finally gradually faded in his angry eyes, and the shadow was stretched long and lonely by the setting sun.

"Yang Jian, if you don't become a judicial god, you will always be the son of a sinful fairy, and I will never be forgiven by my father." She stood up abruptly, with tears in her eyes, "How much have I paid for you? When you Falling into the West Sea, who saved your life? If it wasn’t for me, you would have been drowned long ago! I broke the law of heaven for you, and I can’t even go back to the West Sea, don’t you think about me?”

He closed his eyes violently, then opened them suddenly, "So, I can't be a judicial god anymore!"

"Listen," she said cruelly, holding back tears in her eyes, "if you continue to be so ignorant of current affairs, our husband and wife will be successful!"

"Do you know what the conditions are for being a judicial god?"

"what?"

"I just divorced you!"

……

slap-

The two shiny white wooden doors plated with pearl powder were thrown open suddenly, and a young girl in a dark brown coarse cloth skirt fell in with a plop, her body dropped to the ground, and she was extremely embarrassed.The girl looked up at the people sitting idle on the chair, and hurriedly got up, showing no manners at all.

Yang Jian glanced at her numb expression that didn't match her flustered movements, then looked at the waiting maid who had disappeared outside the door, with a smile in his eyes: Xihai Dragon Palace is really lively.

The girl was not in a hurry to run away, she stared straight at Yang Jian with eyes as deep as stagnant water, but the tone of her mouth contained great joy: "I finally... finally waited for you." Her tongue seemed to be very stiff, and she said a word in a dull Stuttering, "I...my name is A Li, and I belong to the third princess..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a shout from a distance: "Where are the people at the gate of Qinghui Hall?" Then, there were the sound of orderly footsteps coming here.

A Li took a breath of cold air, looked outside the door tangled up, and stomped away.

"Who's there? Stop!"

Ah Li's figure was erratic, cleverly avoiding the patrolling soldiers, deftly bypassing the corridor scenery, and turned to the small hall next to the vermilion coral garden. There was a horizontal plaque hanging on the hall, with the words "Lingtai Hall" written on it.The door of the Lingtai Hall is closed, as if no one has lived in it for a long time, and it looks lonely and desolate among a group of lively residences.Ah Li quickly pried open the window and got in, as if this action had been done thousands of times.

The inside of the hall is dark, and due to the lack of ventilation all year round, there is a stale and occluded atmosphere. The table legs and chair cushions are covered with green moss.

A Li stood still in the hall, with only the corners of his mouth curled down on his expressionless face, as if he was about to cry.After a long time, she let out a long sigh and turned into the west side hut.

A crystal-clear bubble floated from the wooden hairpin in Ah Bi's hair, lingered in the hallway for a while, and floated leisurely into the main room on the east side.

The situation of the main house on the east side is similar to that of the hall, and it has not been lived in for decades at least.There are some daily objects scattered on the table, as if the owner of the room left suddenly, and all traces of life are still waiting in place.

The small bubbles emitted a silver-blue streamer in mid-air, and the streamer poured down like a waterfall, turning into a slender male figure.

bright moon

The circulating magic power brushed up the fine dust in the empty room, and the dust floated in the light penetrating through the window panes, which actually outlined a bit of tranquility.

The man was dressed in a plain white shirt and stood in the closed and dark room. His long fingers with well-articulated bones flipped through the papers stacked on the table one by one, a thick pile of them, flipping through them, his fingertips gradually trembling.

The paper is full of ink marks of different sizes. The paper is from new to old, and the fonts are varied. From big seal and small seal script to Han, Li and Wei steles, the letters are written with a single stroke.The completely disorganized ink blots can be distinguished, and they are just two identical characters - Yang Jian.

The last page was turned over, revealing a folded letterhead.Due to being pressed under it all year round, the letterhead still maintains a brand-new appearance, as if it was deliberately stuffed and hidden.The handwriting on the cover is similar to the ones just now, probably from the same hand, and it reads impressively: Ao Cunxin kisses you.

People who can call the three words "Ao Cunxin"...

The slender fingers pinched the letter paper until the fingertips turned white, and finally unfolded it slowly: Cun Xin, I wonder if you still have a chance to read this letter...

Cun Xin, I wonder if you will still have the chance to read this letter. If you do, you must follow what the letter says, remember, remember.

On the ninth day of the eighth month of the Bingwu year, the second sister sent a message saying that her father, King Lei Ting, was furious.