After wearing the book, I became a fairy godmother

"In that case..." Chen Zhiyuan murmured softly, flicked his sleeves, and said fixedly looking at Yuebai. "The world is boundless, dry and prosperous, and there is a certainty in the memory. Even if you look back thousands of miles, it is nothing but a vain scene. It is not because I am brooding about the past that I want to find something in the vast memory. It is just that I want to To get a glimpse of the forgotten truth, to appraise the heart of today."

"So?" Yuebai was at a loss when he heard that, doubts hung on his brows, he didn't know what Chen Zhiyuan meant.

"What you see and hear, don't linger on it, and don't think about it. What's in the past is already in the past." Chen Zhiyuan handed him the bell and said softly. "There must not be a second deity in the memory. The deity can only put a ray of consciousness here to remind you to go to what the deity wants to see."

"Do you believe in this deity?" Chen Zhiyuan looked down at him and asked again.

"If you don't even believe it, who can you believe it?" Yuebai still didn't hesitate, she just raised her eyes as a matter of course.Chen Zhiyuan was always crazy enough, but he always gave him a reassuring gentleness.Like the wind, it obviously has the whistling and ruthless sweeping over everything, but it is never gentle and gentle, never tyrannical.

When Chen Zhiyuan heard his answer, he stopped talking, hung the wooden bell on Yuebai's waist, and said quietly, "Close your eyes."

Yue Bai obediently closed her eyes, only to feel that her head was getting heavier and heavier, but her body was getting lighter and lighter.I don't know how long it took before I heard a "jingle" from the wooden bell, as if the breeze pushed the white clouds in the sky, and everything around seemed to flow and move.

Only then did Yuebai slowly open her eyes, and what she saw was a pale white.It was like fog, hazy, covering everything in front of my eyes.

The clear and clear sound of children reading was heard from a distance, Yuebai raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, he did not expect such a harmonious and peaceful scene in Chen Zhiyuan's memory, he raised his footsteps towards the sound of reading at will and go.

The fog gradually faded as the moonlight approached, and a small thatched yard became clearer and clearer. A group of children were sitting in the house.Mr. read a sentence, and they shook their heads to follow a sentence, mixed with inarticulate and abrupt voices, which seemed extraordinarily joyful.

Yuebai didn't know which one was Chen Zhiyuan, so he could only look carefully one by one. First, he looked at the good-tempered teacher who could emphasize every word after teaching him several times. , standing in this simple school, but the whole body is full of elegant aura that cannot be concealed.

Yuebai looked at him with some hesitation, only to see that gentleman suddenly paused for a moment, looked in his direction, and then raised his eyebrows.Instead, he turned around and went on to study.

Yuebai stood still, wondering if Chen Zhiyuan would let herself be watched, so she could only frown and temporarily avert her eyes from him.

Then he looked at the group of little carrot heads who were studying with the teacher.

The group of children were not very old, and they were all dressed in coarse cloth, and many of them were barely covered.Even the best ones are hung with patches, and quite a few don't even have pens and inks in front of them, holding blackened wooden sticks and scribbling on clay boards.

A few swallows settled on the thatched hut, but they did not leave because of their noise. The sun broke through the clouds and mist at some point, and the wild flowers in the courtyard were extraordinarily bright.

Yuebai looked at it for a long time but didn't recognize which one was Chen Zhiyuan. She just wanted to go in tentatively to see if anyone could see her, but she saw the teacher looking at the children in the room and making a sound. "In troubled times, internal and external troubles. The prince should have spread his wings and bridles far away. This small world does not belong to you, and you should not come in."

It was only then that Yuebai realized that there was someone standing outside the house like him, and just about to turn his head to take a look, he only heard a "ding bell", and Mu Lingdang remembered that the surrounding seemed to be a clear shadow, and the voice of the child disappeared along with the sunlight .

When there is a picture in front of me again, the surrounding world has changed.In an imperial palace, someone stood upright under the porch, watching the raindrops dripping along the golden glazed tiles.

In the sky, the drizzle is continuous and densely woven into threads.The man raised his head, and Yuebai also looked out of the corridor, feeling that the man seemed to be watching the rain, but it didn't look like he was watching the rain.

There was a sound of hurried footsteps behind him, falling on the porch, disrupting the sound of the rain.

The man knelt down towards the rain watcher, knocked his head on the ground, and made a dull and solid "boom". "His Royal Highness, hunger and death are everywhere outside the door, and people are dying. People's bones and ashes can be seen everywhere, all because of the king's arrogance and lust, and disregarding human life. You know, you understand, since you have the ability to replace them, why do you hide it? Standing here and watching? Your Highness, Your Highness, I beg you, save the people of Shuli."

The man spoke indignantly and heartbrokenly, even Yuebai felt a little heartbroken, and felt that the man's voice was somewhat familiar.I just moved over silently, only to see the face of the teacher just now.

"Since I have the courage to step out, I want to be a teacher. Why do you want to come back?" The person who watched the rain did not move, nor did he turn his head. His voice was clear and faint, as if he was sighing softly. In the rain, as soon as it came out, it disappeared with the wind, without a trace.

"No more." The teacher knelt on the ground, lowered his head and suppressed his voice as he replied. "Students, they are all dead."

"Human life is as thin as paper. Natural disasters and man-made disasters will always come. Death is just a destination."

"But they don't deserve to die. The king acted recklessly. He just passed there and thought they were unclean, so he slaughtered everyone, even children. Your Highness, they are just ignorant people. What they want is just to live. Why? , to be born to die?"

"Zuo Ying, are you happy being a teacher?" The rain didn't stop, but it was getting heavier and heavier. Hearing the sound of the rain, the man stretched out his hand and let the raindrops fall on his hand, which stained half of the sleeve of the yellow robe .

"It's better than standing in the court hall and watching a group of people eating human flesh with claws and teeth." Zuo Ying knelt down, looking at the person in front of him with confusion in his eyes, and his voice was hoarse and distressed. "Your Highness, they are all dead, and none of them are left behind. Their lives are their lives, so are others'?"

"Three years" said lightly under the eaves. "If there is no this palace, after three years, they will be exhausted, and there will be no one you hate in this world. But another king will arise. They will be as prosperous as our dynasty was, and they will be like now Like it, it is riddled with holes, and like the common people, it struggles to survive."

"What if His Highness intervenes?" Zuo Ying gritted his teeth hard and stained his lips with a smear of bright red blood. He didn't seem to know the pain, and stared at the people under the eaves.

"This palace can replace your king, but it can't get rid of everyone who is domineering. Those dregs will linger with this dynasty, and finally perish together with the dynasty you are about to save. And you, with this palace Together, they were stuck in the mud that should have disappeared, and wanted to turn the tide, but the first to admit defeat was their own heart. When they got used to killing people, and thought of the children who had all died, they would never be in the same place again. There was a slight ripple in my heart."

"This dynasty, it doesn't matter whether it wins or loses. Zuo Ying, are you still you at that time?" The standing person said quietly, not caring about the wet sleeves, and continued to raise his hands to let the rain fall In his hand, it flowed down between his fingers. "The world you want to save has already turned you into the person you hated the most. You are reckless, arrogant, manipulated by power, like a duckweed floating in the water, and can no longer control yourself."

"Isn't it good to be a teacher? When everyone's life and death have nothing to do with you, you won't be filled with righteous indignation because of this dying life."

"Your Highness." Zuo Ying kowtowed to the man after all. "Everyone will die eventually, including you and me. However, I can't see through the glitz and glamor of life, and I can't hide it. Even if I build another dynasty that will eventually pass away, I will let those scumbags die quickly."

Zuo Ying got up, and hurriedly walked out again just like when she came.

There was rumble of thunder in the sky, and the person standing under the eaves was still standing, and the moonlight couldn't get past him, and he couldn't see his face clearly at all.

"I also want to be a teacher."

With a "jingle bell", the bell rang again.

Yuebai habitually watched everything around him annihilate and change, and it became another scene.

In the main hall, one person sat on a high platform, looking indifferently at the layers of guards guarding outside the vermilion gate.

One person's footsteps were sonorous and powerful, stepping on the scarlet carpet, as if to crush the singing and dancing that once resided on it.

"Your Highness." Zuo Ying stood under the stage in armor, looking at him awe-inspiringly. "It's only been two years, and it's the end of what you said."

"Really?" The voice of the person on the high platform didn't fluctuate at all, only facing him, and responded in a low voice. "Are you happy?"

"Because of me, thousands of people were rescued from the dire straits. I saved them and allowed them to recuperate. I am naturally happy when I get what I want." Zuo Ying smiled heartily, and said flatly to the people on the high platform. "It's better than Your Highness. I've lived on the high platform for a long time. I don't do right or wrong. I just wait for them to go to their doomed demise as you expected. You never interfere in this world. If this is the case, what is the meaning of your life?" What is it?"

"You have saved them now, what can happen afterwards? They are alive because of you, but they will eventually die. Your dynasty will prosper, and it will eventually die out. Life and death and vanity are just a passing cloud, why can't you see through it? ?”

"What can you say that you can see through but not see through? Life is just a short period of time. Even if the dynasty established by the minister suffers from serious illnesses and chronic diseases again, causing the people to live in dire straits, the minister will also die at that time. Why worry about it?"

"What if you can't die?" On the high platform, the man sighed.The voice was as clear and cold as the rustling autumn leaves. "Zuo Ying, you can't die. You have to watch the dynasty you built fall into a rut, and there will be elegiac songs and crying everywhere in the future."

Zuo Ying's complexion changed again and again, and finally she calmly walked up to the high platform. "Even so, so what? Chen, at least, did the right thing at the right time. Even if this thing will appear less correct in the days to come."

"But you lost." The person on the high platform said ruthlessly. "Everything in the world is nothing but the vicissitudes of life. You sacrificed your life to come in, but finally admitted that everything you worked hard for was not so correct?"

"Dingling", the bell rang again.The surrounding scenery changed immediately, and the white mist spread everywhere, casting a trace of mist on the distraught voices in the hut in the distance. "Lingdao, why did I lose again?"

"You meddle in your own business and get entangled again and again, what have you got to do with this deity?"