Qinglian Snow Heavy

Open your eyes, muster up the courage to open them again, and the clear light reflected by the white snow that you can see when you look down is better than before.

Qinglian seemed to have thought of something, and slowly raised her head, the vast sky was no longer dark, a gap opened in the middle, and then the bright moonlight poured down.The layered clouds moved to both sides, and the respect was like a sacrificial ceremony, and the bright moon, like a bright mirror, appeared in front of the world one by one, scattering the long-lost moonlight to wash away the filth.

After a while, the clouds opened on both sides, and the whole bright moon was revealed, like a bright mirror, like a jade plate, the light can be used as a guide, shining to the deepest part of people's hearts, revealing everything.The white snow all over the sky reflects the Qinghui, making the whole dim world brighten up instantly, and the bright moon is as bright as tomorrow.A group of officials kneeling under the altar burst into cheers at this moment.Sacrifice to the gods, and then the snow stopped and the clouds opened. These miracles are human-made. The eyes of the sky are opened, the moon god appears, and the world is blessed. The disaster is over and the prosperous age is reappearing.All the gloom and despair in their hearts were swept away in this vast moonlight, and the world in front of them was so bright that infinite hope rose in everyone's eyes, and they bowed down at Qinglian's feet.Qinglian looked up at the bright moon hanging in the night, two lines of hot tears flowed unconsciously from her eyes that were about to dry up, and the divine jade light on her forehead melted into the vast and holy moonlight, making it hard to distinguish.Qinglian slowly bent down, touched the snow with her forehead, and threw her body to the ground, as if she was integrated with the quiet moonlight, and said softly, "Respectfully invite the Moon God to enjoy the sacrifice".

217、Blessed...

Haoyue did not spare her light, the light was as clear as water, pouring down everywhere, the snow reflected the moonlight, and the whole world was as bright as day.Jia Rui raised her head, her eyes, which hadn't seen the sun for a long time, could not be opened under the bright moonlight.Yin Kingdom does not worship the moon god like Yue Kingdom, and Jiarui is actually not very clear about the rituals of Moon Kingdom, but in such a short period of time, the sky opened up and the moon appeared, the chaotic and dark world was illuminated by the holy moonlight, Everyone knew that this was the result of Qinglian, the priest of the Moon Kingdom, offering sacrifices.Under the bright moon, Jiarui slowly stood up and looked around at the country and the subjects, with the favor of the gods on his head and the solid land on his feet.Jiarui believes that Qingguang, which he and Qinglian worked hard to get back, will survive this disaster, and Yinguo will be able to restore the prosperity of cherishing time in the future.Jia Rui stood proudly in the wind, and the courtiers kneeling on the ground looked up at their monarch, shouting "Long live" louder and louder.

Jiarui regained his confidence amidst the praise, but the credit was not his, but Qinglian's, and it was Qinglian who tried her best to get it back!Thinking of Qinglian, Jiarui looked towards the high altar, waiting for his beloved to stand side by side with him and share the praise.It's a pity that time passed by, Qinglian knelt on the high platform without any movement, gradually Jiarui saw the clue, was shocked, stepped on the thick snow and stepped up to the altar.

There were bloodstains, broken strings and cracked pianos on the altar, and Qinglian's white back almost merged with the snow and moonlight on the ground.With every step Jiarui got stuck in the thick snow, he crushed the not-so-soft snow into ice, making a crackling sound, which was particularly ear-piercing in the tranquil moon sky.The splotches of blood are shocking, Jiarui came to Qinglian, but the kneeling person didn't respond at all.

Jia Rui knelt down and lowered her body, passed her hand under Qinglian's chest, and turned Qinglian over to lean against her arms.Jia Rui originally thought that Qinglian must have passed out due to lack of energy, but unexpectedly, it was Qinglian's tearful eyes that came into her eyes when she lifted the messy hair covering Qinglian's face.The hot tears on the face were glued to the hair, and some of them had condensed into frost, as if dust had sealed the sadness. Jiarui's warm hands could not melt away all the tears.Qinglian's heart was crushed into powder at the same moment when the strings broke and the piano was cracked. She thought that she would never cry again. What right does a person who has been abandoned by the heavens and gods have the right to cry?But at the moment when the cloud opened and the moon appeared, Qinglian couldn't describe her feelings, all emotions of excitement, excitement, and gratification washed away the original despair.The moon god enjoyed the sacrificed tribute, which showed that his own was not abandoned by the gods, together with the shocking forbidden love.

Feeling Jiarui's firm and warm embrace, Qinglian's heart suddenly opened up, and her eyes were shining brightly as she looked at Jiarui.Because this is no longer a relationship abandoned by man and god, Haojie's moonlight is the best evidence.No matter how painful her body was, how could Qinglian, who was full of confidence in her heart at this moment, pass out, her heart was agitated, because maybe she and Jiarui could get the blessing of the moon god.

Qing Lian wanted to say something, but just now the ritual exhausted all of Qing Lian's strength, Qing Lian Xi bit her lips and couldn't utter a single word.Jiarui didn't want Qinglian to lie in the icy snow, so he stretched his arms, stood up, and held Qinglian in his arms.Qinglian stared at Jiarui, then shook her head slightly, Jiarui knew Qinglian's intentions well, although she couldn't bear it, she followed Qinglian's wishes and put him down.

Jiarui moved slowly, but when Qinglian's feet touched the snow, Qinglian still didn't stand firm and fell forward to her knees.Jiarui had to put one arm around Qinglian's waist, and then hang Qinglian's other hand around his neck to borrow strength. Fortunately, Qinglian's stature has grown to be almost the same as Jiarui's height, so she is in this posture The two didn't seem to be struggling.

Jiarui and Qinglian leaned against each other and stood on the high altar, receiving the baptism of the moonlight and the worship of the subjects.Qinglian smiled slightly. At this time, he and Jiarui were standing side by side under the moonlight, bathed in the bright moonlight.

, instead of wind, thunder and lightning, no longer a dark moon eclipse, and some enjoy the blessings of the gods with the people of the world, and the love between myself and Jiarui is finally no longer rejected by the world.All the people under the altar are now looking up at the two standing side by side on the height, just like looking up to the gods for blessing.Jiarui is also wearing plain clothes today, the city tower had his hair cut that day, and now his shoulder-length short hair can't be tied into a crown, it's loose.Even with such a majestic appearance, Jiarui can't hide his imperial spirit, and Qinglian beside him is shrouded in the soft light of Qinghui and green light, which is as noble as the emperor, which is unattainable.

Sun Chengbin looked up, Qinglian on the altar was still covered in blood and was in a mess, but the aura emanating from the inside out was like an exiled immortal, and no one could tarnish it.Thinking of his shameless actions before, Sun Chengbin was terrified. He couldn't understand how he dared to inflict violence on such a heavenly being, and he didn't know whether the gods were to blame.Thinking of this, Sun Chengbin was dripping with cold sweat, and bowed deeply under the Qinglian seat.Together with the courtiers who despised Qinglian as a monster before, there is no longer any contempt here, just think, what a blessing the emperor can stand side by side with such a god-man.

Not long after, the dense clouds that had previously covered it had dissipated and disappeared, and the bright moon and clear light scattered in every corner of the world.Jia Rui sensed that the person beside him looked tired, so he winked at the ceremonial officer under the altar.With a shout of "Licheng——", Jia Rui couldn't help holding Qinglian in his arms, and strode down the altar.Qinglian's body was so cold, Jiarui couldn't bear to let Qinglian stand in the wind and snow any longer.

Beginning at dusk and dusk, this tortuous ceremony lasted for more than two hours, and it was not over until the night shifted.The return journey after this battle is no longer dark, but a bright and smooth journey.In the warm imperial carriage, Jiarui hugged Qinglian's body tightly, and deeply felt the uncontrollable trembling of the person in his arms. He didn't know whether it was because of the pain or the cold, but the only thing Jiarui could do at this time Just hug Qinglian.

Qinglian opened her eyes slightly, looking at Jiarui in the driving carriage, her eyes were a little wobbly and blurred.Perhaps it was because of the strong refreshing medicine that was used when she came here, Qinglian was still awake despite being exhausted, and it was precisely because of this that she had to continue to suffer all the pain.At this time, Jiarui hoped that Qinglian could pass out, but unfortunately things backfired, so he kept urging the carriage to hurry, hoping that Qinglian could return to the palace sooner for medical treatment.

Suddenly Jia Rui felt that the carriage stopped, and there was a commotion in front of him. After a long time, Jia Rui couldn't help raising the curtain to visit, but was startled by what he saw.The convoy had already driven out of the royal road of the ancestral temple, and the empty streets and shops were crowded with people, rushing about, looking up at the bright moon and cheering.Although Jiarui has done a very low-key ceremony this time, the emperor's trip, no matter how simple the ostentation is, is very luxurious, which alarmed the people who were running to tell each other in the middle of the night, blocking the way, and Tong Jingyu commanded the guards to be unable to drive the people away.

It was good that Jia Rui didn't show his face, at this time, the curtain was lifted to let the people see the emperor who came back from the Yuanfang Altar in the middle of the night as the priest of the family and country, and they bowed down completely, and the sound of praise resounded through the sky.But Jiarui had no choice but to nod to the people in the slow-moving imperial chariot to appease the people.Seeing this grand scene full of people's voices, Jiarui's heart was also filled with emotion. He put down the curtain and hugged him tightly, bowed down in front of Qinglian and said softly: "Qinglian, did you hear, this is you, use the sacrificial ceremony In exchange for the voice and hope of the people."

Looking at Jiarui's face so close, it is firm and gentle, and the look in his eyes is fascinating.The hot air that spewed out when she uttered the words was all on Qinglian's cheeks, making people feel itchy.Qinglian wanted to say something, but unfortunately she couldn't make a sound when she opened her mouth, but Jiarui seemed to understand Qinglian's mouth shape, and the smile in her eyes deepened.Qinglian suddenly leaned forward, gently pecked Jiarui's lips, and Jiarui pressed her lips deeply, and put the phrase "It's not 'you', but you and me together!" back into Qinglian's mouth.

218 , Nightmare Curse...

It was already late at night when we returned to the palace, Jiarui dismissed everyone and went back to rest. Looking at the moonlight in the sky, everyone had infinite hope in their hearts.Jiarui held Qinglian in his arms and stayed in Ziwei Hall, the residence of the emperor, too.