Rebirth of the fairy in the painting

When Shenshang and Xiang Linyuan rushed back, Prince Ning’s Mansion was dead silent. At this time, the sky was slightly bright, and the sun, which had not been seen for a few days, finally peeked out from under the thick clouds, and its warm light shone on the silver-clad world. has also stopped.

The servants of the palace were all busy with sad expressions, and weeping could be heard from time to time. Some silently carried away the dead guards, and some sat on the porch to bandage the wounds of the injured. Looking around, they were full of sadness .

Canshang hurried to the main courtyard, and saw a few imperial doctors worrying around the door of the bedroom at a glance, shouted badly in his heart, and immediately ran to Zihua's room.

Last night, Xiang Linyuan was sent by the crown prince to guard the gate of the North Palace to prevent the rebels from invading. The merchant was worried that he would go alone, so he went with him, but he didn't expect that Xiang Linyuan was fine, but something happened to the palace.

The baby's low cry sounded in the room, which was not heartbreaking, but heartbreaking. Nanny Gui held him in her arms and softly comforted him, but it still didn't work. Pale as white as snow, the eyelashes are even more black. The merchant never knew that black and white can present such an astonishing contrast.

An Xining sat on the bed with a slumped face. He held Zi Hua's hand tightly, as if he could transfer his own body temperature to him, allowing Zi Hua's cold hands to warm up again.In the middle of the night, he was so emaciated, with bruises on his chin, and his eyes were empty, he just stared at Zihua on the bed.

"What's going on?" Xiang Linyuan asked the imperial physician softly.

Imperial physician Zheng sighed: "I don't know why Zhengjun is alive or dead. According to the inferior people, he is clearly out of breath, but the prince..." He glanced at An Xining and continued, "The prince said that he There is a connection with Zhengjun, and Zhengjun is clearly alive, but this mysterious and mysterious thing, who can say it accurately."

Several imperial doctors sighed in unison, their expressions were clearly saying that An Xining was deceiving himself and others, but Xiang Linyuan could also understand his mood at the moment, and he couldn't accept the fact that his beloved died in his arms.

Shenshang leaned over, bowed his head to An Xining and said, "Brother Xining, let me show you."

An Xining raised his head suddenly, his eyes were a little excited when he saw the merchant, and immediately waved away the idlers in the room, leaving the space for the merchant.

Shenshang sat on the edge of the bed, concentrating for a moment, and then drew his index finger between the eyebrows of Zihua, only to see a red light flashing, and finally painted a little blush on Zihua's pale face, An Xining watched from the side, with Uneasy, but also hopeful, looking forward to waking up in the next moment.

After the time for a cup of tea, Shenshang withdrew his hand with a tired face, with a trace of sadness lingering between his brows. Seeing his expression, An Xining felt as if he was being ruthlessly pulled closer to the frying pan, and the pain was unbearable.

Canshang was startled by his pale face, and hurriedly helped him to sit on the edge of the bed. An Xining let him play with him like a puppet, and didn't respond until he sat next to Zihua, and hurriedly grabbed Zihua He came to hold his hand, it seemed that only in this way could he suppress the gushing sorrow.

"Are you going to say the same thing as the imperial doctor outside? Then you don't have to say it. Zihua is not dead, and he won't die. He is a god, so how could he die? Besides, Zihua's most important promise, he said If he will wait for me to come back safely, he will definitely do it. Zi Hua, don’t you think so?”

An Xining reached out to touch Zihua's face, from forehead to chin, and then he laughed: "Zihua, I waited for you for three years in my last life, how many years do you think I will wait for you in this life? One year , two years or three years? But let's discuss it, don't let me wait for a lifetime? I'm afraid that in the next life I will drink Mengpo soup and forget everything, and if you don't come to me, I really can't wait for you .”

Can Shang couldn't bear to listen to it, sat next to An Xining and said, "Brother Xining, brother Zihua is indeed not dead."

An Xining raised his head suddenly: "What did you say?"

Can Shang affirmed: "Brother Zihua is indeed not dead, he just left his soul."

"Leaving the soul?"

"Brother Zihua must have forcibly used mana, so that the soul was damaged and could not return to the body, so he fell into a coma like this."

Thinking of He Zhiyuan's corpse in the yard, An Xining guessed seven or eight of the reasons, and asked the merchant with hope, "Can you have a way to make Zihua's soul return to his body?"

Canshang shook his head, "My mana is low, so I really can't help brother Zihua, but I believe brother Zihua will definitely wake up."

An Xining's eyes dimmed, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly asked: "Since Zihua's soul has left his body, where is he now, is he still in the palace!"

Thinking of this possibility, An Xining went crazy and wanted to look around, even though he couldn't see Zihua's spirit at all, Shenshang tried his best to hold him back, frowned and said, "Brother Xining, don't be like this." , brother Zihua's soul is not around here."

"Then where is he, where can you tell me?" An Xining clasped Shenshang's arms tightly, his ten fingers almost pinched into his flesh, all the flashes of madness in his eyes, Shenshang suffered pain but didn't struggle, She just looked at him and said, "Brother Xining, if brother Zihua wakes up, would he be willing to see you like this?"

One sentence was like enlightenment, An Xining lowered his hand weakly, swayed back to the bed, and murmured to the person on the bed: "Yes, Zi Hua definitely doesn't want me like this, how can I let him down." The voice gradually lowered, leaving only silence and sadness in the room.

Zi Hua was indeed out of body as Shenshang said and was not near the palace. He had lost consciousness since he fell into a coma last night. There is chaos, I don't know where to go or where to go.

One day when she woke up again, she found herself in a palace. Zihua was walking forward in a daze, surrounded by fairy mist, and the scene was both familiar and unfamiliar.After turning around a door, a big tree suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, with a straight trunk, luxuriant branches and leaves, and a faint green light on the tree. At first glance, I knew it was not a mortal thing, and what was even more surprising was that the tree was covered with red threads. , Each red thread tightly connects the two leaves together. When you look carefully, each leaf has a person's name written on it, which is very interesting.

Zi Hua was watching happily, when he heard laughter coming from the side. Looking back, he saw an old man with white hair and silver beard smiling at him. The crutches were made, with a few red threads wrapped around the crutches, and a blue book was hung on the hanging part.

Seeing Zi Hua looking at him curiously, the old man was not annoyed, but instead said cheerfully: "Sure enough, Xianjun doesn't remember little old man?"

"you are?"

"I'm Yuelao."

"Yuelao?" Zihua thought thoughtfully, "Then who am I?"

"Your name is Zihua, and you are the Immortal Monarch Wenshi, who is in charge of thousands of paintings and calligraphy in the world."

Zi Hua nodded thoughtfully, and then concentrated on reading the names on the leaves.

"Xianjun is very interested in this marriage tree?"

"It turns out that this is a marriage tree, which is very interesting. Why are these two leaves still tied with red threads?"

Yuelao laughed loudly and said: "Xianjun, this is not an ordinary red thread. Do you see the names of people written on this leaf? This leaf represents a person. If two people are destined to get married, this red thread will Bind these two together, and if one of the leaves withers, the red thread will be broken."

It was so miraculous, Zihua became more interested, and asked Yuelao, "Then is there my fairy's name on this tree?"

"It is reasonable to say that there will be no name of the immortal. The rules of heaven are strict, and the immortal is not allowed to touch any mortal heart in private, but there are exceptions to everything. The immortal can look for it by himself."

Hearing this, Zihua immediately searched for his own name on the tree. There are more than ten million names on this tree. He searched for it leaf by leaf, in case he missed one, and finally found his own leaf near the top.

"I found it. There is really someone with my name written on it." Zihua was overjoyed. He saw a red thread wrapped around the leaf. Out of curiosity, he searched along the end of the red thread, and found the leaf next to him. of a leaf.

"An Xining..." Zi Hua suddenly opened his eyes wide, his mind struck like lightning, "Xining!"

Yuelao behind him stroked his beard and smiled: "The Immortal Lord thinks about it. You will forget everything when your mind and soul are damaged, but it's good if you think about it now."

Zihua was grateful, and bowed deeply to Yuelao: "Thank you Yuelao for reminding me."

"Why do you have to be polite about trivial matters, all the lovers in the world are the objects of the little old man's protection, it's not because you are a fairy."

While talking, a little boy ran over: "Qiyue Lao, Xianjun, just now two heavenly soldiers came, saying that they came to arrest Xianjun at the order of the Jade Emperor."

"Xianjun?" Yuelao turned around in surprise.

Zihua smiled wryly: "What should come will always come."

As soon as the words fell, two heavenly soldiers appeared in front of them: "Xianjun Wenshi, the Jade Emperor asked me to take you to Lingxiao Palace, and hope that Xianjun will not make it difficult for me."

Zi Hua lowered his eyes lightly: "Please, both of you."

Seeing Zi Hua being taken away, Yue Lao felt sorry for his infatuation in his heart, and followed him on a cloud.

In the Hall of Lingxiao, the precious light is shining and colorful. The Jade Emperor sitting on the top is solemn, and the immortals and generals lined up below are solemn and majestic. Zi Hua kneels in the center of the hall, but his expression remains calm.

"Immortal Wenshi, you are guilty."

"I don't know what crime I committed."

"You have three crimes. One is that you form a relationship with mortals, you are emotional, and you violate the rules of heaven to marry him. The second is that you give birth against the sky and disturb yin and yang. The third is that you kill mortals and create in vain. Sins, do you admit all of these?"

"That's right, I did all of these things, but I only admit to the third one when I plead guilty."

"You still don't know how to repent after the matter has reached this point. Someone will deprive Xianjun Wenshi of his immortal status and put him in the prison. He will never see the light of day again."

Zi Hua turned pale, not because he was deprived of his immortal status, but because once he was imprisoned, he would never see An Xining again, and he would never see that child he had never met again.

The immortals who had been friends with Zihua all knelt down and begged the Jade Emperor for forgiveness, but the Jade Emperor was unmoved. If he spared Zihua now, where would the rules of heaven be placed?

Yuelao came out and said: "Jade Emperor, although the immortal king has done it before, it is God's will!"

"It's God's will? Could it be God's will that made him marry a mortal?"

"Does the Jade Emperor remember the young man who died because of the fairy? He couldn't love him. He painted a portrait of the fairy to comfort his lovesickness, and finally died in front of the painting. The fairy was trapped in the painting for thousands of years because of his shame. Now that this happened, and the dead young man is the King Ning of this world, so he planted the cause two thousand years ago, and this time the two got married to repay the fruit."

The Jade Emperor waved his hand: "Even if they have cause and effect in the past life and fruit in the future life, it can't be said that they follow the will of heaven and forgive their sins. Originally, people who cultivate immortals should cut off cause and effect, but Immortal Wenshi planted cause and effect himself. Isn't it just knowing his crime and letting him go?" Committed a crime, Immortal Wenshi, do you know it is a crime?"

Zihua was in the middle of the game, but he didn't know that he and An Xining had such a relationship, now hearing what Yuelao said, he couldn't help feeling sweet and bitter in his heart, and when he heard the question from the Jade Emperor, he still shook his head resolutely: " Both love each other, innocent."

The Jade Emperor has seen so many hard bones, but it is the first time he is so helpless. When he was about to get angry, he heard the Queen Mother sitting beside him say: "Your Majesty, although I have seen that Wenshi Xianjun has no faults during his duties, but It's useless, now he has moved his heart again, and he doesn't know how to repent, so it's better to follow the rules of heaven and demote him into the world of mortals, and it will be considered as fulfilling his infatuation."

The Jade Emperor hesitated for a moment, and saw all the ministers kneeling down to plead for mercy. He couldn't do anything even after thinking about it, so he said: "Since the empress suggests so, then I will do it. The job, break into the mortal world, and you will never be able to cultivate as an immortal again for eternity, so someone will drag Xianjun Wenshi to the immortal platform, shave off the immortal bones, and demote him to the mortal world."

When going down with the two celestial soldiers, Zihua was extremely happy, as long as he can be with An Xining, what's the point of giving up the identity of the immortal family, if there is no one he loves, what's the point of living for thousands of years.

On the Yaotai, the Queen Mother waved her wide sleeves lightly, raised her eyes and said, "Did Your Majesty soften your heart just now?"

"What's the meaning of this, ma'am?"

"Immortals and mortals are in love, and it is enough to imprison the immortals, but you have demoted Wenshi Xianjun and let them reunite. What is it if you are not soft-hearted?"

The Jade Emperor was innocent: "Didn't you do what your mother said?"

"You and I have been married for tens of thousands of years, and I still don't know what you think?"

The Jade Emperor laughed loudly: "The one who knows me is also the empress."

There was thunder and lightning on the Fallen Immortal Terrace, and every bolt of lightning struck Zihua with the momentum of thunder, as if it wanted to tear his soul into pieces. The convulsive pain spread through his limbs and bones, and the pain made him lose consciousness. Vague.

All the sweet words of An Xining rang in his ears, Zihua gritted his teeth and tried to wake himself up, another lightning struck, and before he could feel the heart-wrenching pain, he was overwhelmed by the ensuing pain of evisceration To cover up, the pain that seemed to pull his soul away seemed to crush all his resistance to collapse. When he lost consciousness, he seemed to sense that An Xining woke up from the dream calling his name, with an expression of Terrified and hesitant.

I don't know how long it took for Zihua to wake up from the coma, and someone seemed to be calling him, calling Xianjun over and over again.

Opening his eyes with difficulty, what appeared in front of his eyes was blood red, and when he looked up, he looked at the old pair of worried eyes.

"Xianjun, you finally woke up."

"Old Moon..."

"I still remember the little old man, it seems that the Nine Heavens Profound Thunder didn't confuse you."

Zihua smiled with difficulty, he couldn't exert half of his strength now, his whole body was limp on the ground, but at this moment he didn't care about his image, two heavenly soldiers came not far away, thinking they wanted to throw him off the Fallen Immortal Terrace of.

Zi Hua raised his head with difficulty: "Old Yue, I want to ask you a question."

"Xianjun has something to say, but it's okay to say it."

"How many lifetimes have I been related to An Xining?"

Yuelao was also unambiguous, took down the blue booklet hanging on the crutch and flipped through it, and said: "Xianjun, you and King Ning of the lower realm are inexhaustible, but the relationship is endless, it depends on the good fortune of you two."

"If the love is endless, the relationship will be endless," Zi Hua chuckled, "If that idiot finds out, wouldn't he be happy for years?"

Yue Lao laughed happily: "Little old man, I only hope that all lovers in the world can get married."

In Prince Ning's mansion, An Xining still used the handkerchief to scrub Zihua on the bed as usual, and carefully wiped every inch of skin with the handkerchief soaked in warm water, from the face, to the neck, and then to the hands .

From the wrist to the fingertips, finally wipe the gap between the two fingers carefully, and babbled while wiping: "Zi Hua, it's a pity that you missed Rui'er's third birthday last night, I did it for him Yes, the father, queen and queen are all here, Ruier is very happy, by the way, do you still remember the little prince from the southern country? It was the child that Ruier mentioned to you when he was one year old, and was used by Ruier as a toy to catch Zhou I was caught, the child was crying at that time, it deafened my ears, but he came again last night, chasing after Ruier and calling for brother, but I don’t know that Ruier cheated me out of everything, Le I'm dead."

An Xining laughed to himself for a while, then changed his other hand to wipe it: "Do you think I dote on Rui'er too much, and he is used to being lawless, and yesterday I took Zheng'er and that little boy with him?" The prince went to dig out the bird eggs, but he himself was used to the skin and climbed trees like a monkey. As a result, the little prince almost fell from the tree, which scared us adults into cold sweat. Do you think Ruier should Should we fight? But I think you just have to be reluctant to fight. After all, our Ruier is so cute. Among the three children, our Ruier is the best-looking and smartest. Every time I take it out, I, the father, will It earned enough face."

Speaking of this, An Xining became a little complacent, and got up and turned his back to Zihua to wash the handkerchief: "Zihua, the Lantern Festival is coming soon, I have practiced the skill of making glutinous rice balls in the past three years, this time I will make rice dumplings." It must be prettier than you, if you lose, you can give me a kiss as punishment."

"If you lose, how will you be punished?"

The handkerchief slipped out of his hands and fell into the warm water, splashing a lot of water. An Xining stood there motionless as if his movements were frozen. He was afraid that it was an auditory hallucination he had experienced before. The only one was Zihua lying on the bed with his eyes closed.

"I'm awake, don't you turn your head to look at me?"

An Xining turned her head like a puppet, the sunlight outside the window reflected Bai Xue and then refracted onto Zi Hua's smiling face, pale but full of joy, warming people's hearts.

"Zi Hua..."

"It's me, I'm back, Xining."