The Life of Locking the Heavy Building is Absurd

It was so easy to coax the emotionally unstable person to turn back, but as soon as he lifted his foot, a flash of lightning struck the canopy not far away, and the half-blackened branches fell to the ground with a "crash".Just as the lightning passed, the thunder exploded right next to his ears, and the rumbling posture seemed to poke a hole out of the gray sky.The strong wind with rainwater poured in from the opening of the clothes. It could not be said to be biting, but it was indeed bleak and cold.

"I'm not leaving!" Stimulated by the thunder and lightning, Wan Zi's eyes widened, her voice suddenly rose, and she fell into a hysterical state: "We can't go through! We can't do what we can do forever! Han Jing, Why do you always force the impossible?!"

They had quarreled countless times, for Qi Yuanshan, for Xue Qingmu, and even for the promotion of an insignificant person in the court, but even when they quarreled most fiercely, they didn't see him like this, his fragility made people feel distressed.Han Jing hugged Wan Zixiao's waist and pressed him hard against his heart, his voice trembling: "Why can't we do it when others can? I'm not reconciled! Wan Zixiao, I'm the one who's sorry for you in this life, and I will definitely do it in the next life." Let's share the same bed with you! I don't believe that old Taoist's nonsense! As long as we don't let go, no one can separate the gods, Buddhas, demons and demons from the three worlds!"

Faint lightning flashes continued to appear in the sky, and the sound of rolling thunder spread into the distance.The sky is brighter than before, but the raindrops are getting bigger and bigger, and you will feel numb when you hit it. The north wind is exerting its power to its fullest, shaking the big tree with the mouth of a bowl.

Wan Zixiao was extremely embarrassed, his wet hair was sticking to his face, his eyes were full of panic, his body was shaking more and more, every step forward was a challenge for him.

"What are you afraid of?" Han Jing held Wan Zixiao's back of the head and forced him to look directly at him: "Zixiao, what are you afraid of?"

Like a fish out of water, Wan Zixiao opened her mouth with great effort but did not make a sound.There was a crystal liquid in the corner of the eye, I don't know if it was rain or tears.

His Master Wan should be an invincible sharp blade, a jester with great power in his hands, and a sharp look that annoys him.How many years have passed, and Han Jing will forget——

Back then, the little attendant who went to the study would pout his mouth because of a few words of ridicule, waiting for others to comfort him; because someone praised Xiaoshan, he pulled his face angrily, and ignored him for a day; Eye sockets, twitching his nose and stubbornly asking his grandfather to play the palmetto.When I think about it again, the little appearance of him shaking his head and reading every single word seems like a lifetime ago.

The human heart is made of flesh, and no one is born with a shell of iron walls. The so-called toughness is just a lot of pain and getting used to it.

Feeling so distressed, Han Jing didn't ask any further, and hugged Wan Zixiao horizontally, pressing his head against his chest, listening to the powerful beating of his heart.

The violent storm brought by the people of Peiliang continued, and the man in the rain showed no intention of stopping.Moving forward step by step, firm and stubborn, he believes that they will always fight for a day to be together.

Sansheng Bridge is also known as Baishi Bridge, which means that three lives will never be separated from each other.According to legend, the ancient Nuwa empress created a human being, seeing that it is difficult for lovers in the world to get married, she characterized a white bird as the two sides of the bridge.The fate of this life will continue in the next life.

Wan Zixiao's expression was in a trance, his feet felt weak, and he didn't know how long he had been carried by Han Jing, but when he regained consciousness, the rain had stopped.The dark clouds pressed the ground, and the madness of lightning and thunder had long since dissipated. As the sun set in the west, the pale golden afterglow added a touch of splendor to the white Sansheng Bridge.

Han Jing wearily sat on the stone steps with Wan Zixiao half in his arms, narrowing his eyes slightly to enjoy the moment of peace after the storm.

As if unwilling to destroy the tranquility, Wan Zixiao moved her numb legs carefully, and asked softly, "Come here?"

"Yeah!" Han Jing turned to a more comfortable position and let Wan Zixiao lie in his arms.

Wan Zixiao picked up Han Jing's drooping hair and wrapped it between her fingers: "What's the point of doing this? If goodbye is still an endless quarrel, it may not be a bad thing to see you in the next life."

"Actually, apart from quarreling, we still have a lot of happy times, but you have to associate them with those unhappy things." Han Jing slightly complained in his flat tone, turning his head slightly, watching the loss bit by bit. The brilliant sun: "Zi Xiao, I keep every promise to you in my heart, but you don't want to believe it."

Wan Zixiao didn't answer the words, and let the blue silk slide across her fingertips, and waited until it completely slipped off, and then perseveredly wrapped around her index finger, waiting over and over again until she lost it and then started again.

"Go back! It's getting late..." Han Jing Fu Wan Zixiao stood up and straightened her clothes.

The interlocking of fingers along the way was still getting used to it, but when they approached He Fu, Wan Zixiao felt cramped, originally wanted to let go of her hand, but was held back by the man around her hard, making it difficult to break free.

Noticing Wan Zixiao's strangeness, Han Jing widened his smile along the way: "Although the conditions are difficult, the days in Ganzhou and Southern Xinjiang are the most comfortable for me..."

The prosperity of the past has come to an end. Looking at the gate of the He Mansion with only a small lantern hanging on it, Wan Zixiao stopped and said slowly, "Han Jing, if we don't return to the capital, will we all be happier..."

Han Jing took a few steps forward, turned around and kissed Wan Zixiao's forehead like a dragonfly, and said with a smile, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Pushing open the door, Xiao Yunfei rushed over: "My lord, son, where are you going! It rained a lot this afternoon, I'm really worried that you'll get wet! Ah! Young master, why is your hair still wet? ? It’s not really raining, is it?”

"If you care about your son, hurry up and prepare clothes and hot water!" Han Jing pulled away Xiaoyun who was almost lying on Wan Zixiao's body: "Look at the way you protect the food, do you think this king will bully Zixiao?" No?"

Xiaoyun curled her lips and muttered in a low voice: "Except for you, the prince, who else can bully the young master."

Han Jing raised his hand and put on a fierce face: "Bold!"

Xiao Yun shrank her neck, dodged far away, turned her head and stuck out her tongue.

"She's with you, so I don't worry." Han Jing hugged Wan Zixiao's waist, smiling relaxedly: "I thought she would hate you because of Ms. Zhou, but now it seems that this little girl is really alive." I understand."

"The old Taoist sees that the young master is a predestined person with a special gift."

Gong Ziyuan nodded, and opened the door to invite this unexpected guest to enter.

King Jin will arrive in Beijing in three days, and all forces in the increasingly prosperous town are ready to move, because of this, people who come and go must be more careful.

The gray-haired old Taoist looked at the well-decorated room and said with a smile, "As expected of Room No. [-] in Tianzi, Prince Jin treats you very well."

"You don't come here late at night just to look at the house." Gong Ziyuan stood cautiously in front of the door and pulled out a folding fan with one hand: "If you have anything to say, just say it!"

Seeing Mr. Yuan's murderous look, the old Taoist grinned nonchalantly, and sat down at the table and poured a bowl of tea: "Old Taoist, I have traveled all over the world and read countless people. When I saw you at the inn today, I felt like a breeze blowing on my face..."

Seeing Gongzi Yuan's impatience, the old Taoist stopped chattering and said with a serious face: "People are born with desires, and they are obsessed with desires. You are not short of money, and you don't ask for an official. The old Taoist wants to know what you are looking for? "

Gong Ziyuan's expression was serious, and he said coldly: "I beg you! If that's all the Taoist priest wants to say, then please go back!"

The old Taoist waved his hand and drank another cup of tea: "Young master is a good-looking talent, but what you want is not for the sky, not for the people, but only for yourself. It is inevitable that you will be narrow-minded. Listen to the advice of the old Taoist, you really should go to Zhenyuan Temple. Listen to Taoist Master Qingfeng's lectures to enlighten the mind."

Gong Ziyuan suppressed his murderous aura, and said with a light smile, "So what if you are narrow-minded? Everyone in the world says that what you want is the most painful thing, but I don't think it's better to give up than what you want. Old Taoist, Zi Feiyu knows the joy of fish?"

"Hey!" The old Taoist pretended to be annoyed, and patted his thigh: "It's a pity, it's a pity! The disciple is incapable of saving the suffering people..."

"Still leaving?" Seeing the background clearly, Gong Ziyuan stopped being polite to him, took a step back and stood outside the door, sneering, "Go back and tell your master, 'We are born from the same root, so why bother each other'."

Watching the old Taoist priest run out of the inn in despair, Gong Ziyuan knocked on the door next door: "My lord, the Taoist priest from Zhenyuan Temple has come."