The Prequel of Baolian Lantern Konghouyin

Cun Xin sleeved the water bowl, originally wanted to return to the city of death in vain, but after hesitating for a while, she went back to the other courtyard in Dongting, thinking that it would be better to leave a note.When she reached the door, she retracted the hand that pushed the door, bit her lip, and turned to leave.Unexpectedly, as soon as he took a few steps, the door behind him opened with a "squeak" sound, and Yang Jian stood inside, and said calmly, "Aren't you waiting for me?"

Cun Xin paused: "I have your jade pendant on me, you will know where I go, do you want me to wait for you?"

Yang Jian sighed: "You said that you don't want me to know where you are all the time, so I don't even know where you went just now." Cun Xin didn't turn around, Yang Jian only saw her suet-like white jade neck drooping But after a while, she heard her say: "The golden toad has already been captured, and Xiaoyu and Xiaotiangou are sending her back to Guanghan Palace."

Yang Jian's breathing was stagnant, but his face was calm: "You know?" Cun Xin smiled lightly: "I'm sorry, I forgot, you didn't want me to know."

"Cun Xin, it's my responsibility, I can't ignore it."

"I understand." Cun Xin raised her head, looking into the distance through the deep twilight on the lake, "It's all a last resort."

"I disagree with you because..."

"You don't need to explain to me." Cun Xin cut off Yang Jian's words, "You were my husband back then, and you didn't explain anything, and today, you don't need to bother. Now that Jin Chan has returned to Guanghan Palace, you should go and talk to me She confessed."

"You..." Yang Jian was angry.The eloquent and unparalleled Yang Jia Erlang seemed to have countless words in his mind at the moment, but he couldn't find the right one.In the past when Cun Xin was in Yang's Mansion, whenever he was unhappy, he would throw a tantrum. At the beginning, Yang Jian tried to persuade her carefully, but later on, the quarrels became more and more, and he gradually became lazy. After listening to a few words indifferently, he walked away. Cun Xin has long since forgotten this suspicion.Now Yang Jian wants to explain, but he doesn’t know how to open it——If being an official in the sky is Yang Jian’s deathbed, then among all the things that can anger Cun Xin, the master of Guanghan Palace is second to none, since 400 years ago Just lying between the two of them, almost all quarrels will have something to do with her in the end, so that after a long time, Yang Jian can recite what Cun Xin said.

Yang Jian smiled bitterly.He originally handed over Jin Chan's matter to Chen Xiang, but he didn't want Cun Xin to find out and feel resentful.Guanghan Palace is the deadlock between him and Cunxin. Both of them tried their best to solve it, but they couldn't find the right way. A thorn, bleeding, festering, and festering.Ask yourself, Yang Jian himself can't tell what kind of thoughts he has for Chang'e.In his heart, since Cun Xin has already entered the Yang family, the position of wife will naturally not be what others think.But even Yang Jian couldn't explain it himself, why did he look at the moon with wine when he was depressed, and turned his gloom into an earnest gaze towards the night sky, instead of telling his closest wife to know?

This is a question with no answer.Yang Jian asked himself 200 years after the reconciliation and separation: Now that we have broken up, why can't we pursue the goddess in our hearts calmly? Why does he feel sorry for Cun Xin who has left when he wakes up after being lingering with Chang'e in his dream?When I was pouring my mouth, didn't I already feel that this marriage is a plaster that cannot be torn apart, and I wish I could tear it off to feel happy?Why did he expect her to fly into his arms like before when he saw Cun Xin at the Nantianmen, call out "Erlang", and then hold his arms and enter the west chamber together?

At that moment, the man who had been resourceful, decisive, and ruthless all his life hated his own weakness and entanglement.It wasn't until Yaochi was wrong and Cun Xin took the blame, and it was almost impossible to recover, that he suddenly realized that the understanding and trust that he had been looking for all his life was just around the corner.He didn't have time to think about it, when the sleeves of his robe shook violently, and he pulled out the peerless magic weapon, but found in despair that he could do nothing but put the blade across Cun Xin's neck, forcing her and protecting her, step by step To the place of imprisonment for the rest of her life.

Yang Jian has been losing all his life.He couldn't keep the short-lived happiness of childhood, such a sweet memory seemed to be sprinkled by someone, the pungent, bitter smell accompanied by residual sweetness made him bleed from his throat to the bottom of his heart every time he thought of it.He couldn't keep his mother who was lost and found again. That day at the foot of Taoshan Mountain, he cried all the tears in his life, and swore on his mother's life that Yang Jian would never obey the mercy of fate from now on.But who would have thought that the fate would get worse, and he would use Yang Jian's hand to force himself—he heard the third sister sitting paralyzed on the lotus platform, saying with tears and tears: "I will never, never forgive you." His proud brothers and sisters were designed by him, and they left full of complaints.And before that, he had personally imprisoned his beloved wife, who was the only one who believed in him in nine heavens and ten earths, into the abyss-deep, dark and dark extreme of the West Sea.

His eyes locked on Cun Xin's slender back, and he felt extremely sore in his eyes—what sacrifices should he use to regain the favor of the God of Destiny, in exchange for returning the jade to Zhao, and returning Hepu Pearl?

Cun Xin turned her head slightly, and saw the confusion and pain on Yang Jian's face, just like the countless sleepless nights in Guankou, sitting on the roof in a daze, with endless resentment and depression in his eyes.In those years when Yang Jian was looking at the moon on the roof, Cun Xin shed tears by the window. The moonlight was like a sharp dagger, tearing off her hard mask mercilessly, bit by bit gouging out the most secret anxiety in her chest, one knife at a time Cut into pieces.Cun Xin knew that as long as Yang Jian had decided on something, he would never change it, so when he said, "No one can replace you in the position of wife", Cun Xin even felt a little bit of joy.But even greater despair hit her mercilessly - in Yang Jian's heart, the softest and most difficult to touch part will always belong to another woman.

Cun Xin is a proud Dragon Clan, her swollen self-esteem was pricked by the thorn of Guanghan Palace, and she bled immediately.She couldn't bear her man's reservations, so she wanted to open Yang Jian's chest time and time again. She wanted to see whose name was engraved on his heart.At that time, she didn't know that such a futile collision like a bird in a cage ended up falling all over her body with bruises, and put Yang Jian's heart defense on his back with layers of thick armor, even the initial gap was closed closure.

In fact, she was not the only one who was pitiful back then, and Cun Xin laughed at herself in her heart——Yang Jian, an indomitable hero, couldn't even speak the name of his favorite under the sun. The woman, who was forced to spend thousands of years with her, rejected by her, and tortured by her, could only secretly turn her lovesickness into the infinite remembrance of the moonlight.Thinking about it this way, isn't Yang Jian even more miserable than himself?It's just that she didn't understand it at the beginning.At that time, Cun Xin was like a cicada trapped in a boundless dream, in which the spring flowers were brilliant, but when she woke up, it was frozen for thousands of miles, but her frail wings could no longer wave.

After the reconciliation, Cun Xin often thinks of the brief happy time between her and Yang Jian.They have tortured each other for 1000 years, the pain is so long, but she only remembers the happiness that is like a fleeting moment. 200 years later, Cun Xin wanted to go to see Yang Jian again after [-] years, to see if he was as lonely, deserted, resolute and inhuman as the legend said.Such rumors made her heart clenched, and she was submerged in burning thoughts all the time—yes, that person didn't love her, not at all.But she is so persistent, knowing that there is no hope, she still loves him stubbornly.Even if those words of "splitting the jade tree with the palm" and "raising the flag as a demon" are true, she hopes that he will live a frank and carefree life from now on, and no longer frown and be depressed.

This kind of mind, which was bubbling in pain, suddenly reached its climax in the change of Yaochi—it turned out that Yang Jian still cared about her!It turned out that Yang Jian chose her without hesitation and without thinking at such a difficult time, put aside all the responsibilities on his shoulders, and used his tall and straight body to protect the dragon girl who was determined to die.Even if it is only for that fleeting moment, Cun Xin feels enough comfort for a lifetime.It was this little bit of warmth that supported her to survive the 200 years of loneliness in Guanchou Haixia.The already withered vines secretly and slowly bloomed green leaves one by one, and when Cun Xin found out, the shade was already overwhelming.

"Then what about you, Yang Jian?" Cun Xin asked secretly, "When will the seeds I planted in your heart sprout and bloom and bear fruit?"

Cun Xin raised her head, tried her best to blink back the tears in her eyes, turned around, and said in the most calm voice possible: "I have got the Tears of True Love, so I will go back to Dead City to save Lu Qi."

Yang Jian looked at her and saw Cun Xin pursing her lips hard, trying to draw a smile, but she couldn't.His heart suddenly hurt so much that he couldn't help it. That year, Cun Xin pulled her hand away from his palm with tears in her eyes, with such a sad smile on her face.Yang Jian wanted to raise his hand and hug Cun Xin tightly into his arms, as if this was the only way to fill the bleeding wound in his heart.He stretched his hand slightly forward, but before he touched Cun Xin, he saw Xiao Tian Quan descending from the sky, and said loudly: "Master, I couldn't find you in Mount Hua, but you are here!"

Yang Jian drooped his arms, let Xiaotiangou pull him aside, and whispered: "Master, Xiaoyu has brought Jinchan back to Guanghan Palace, but Fairy Chang'e said that it is better to hand it over to the Temple of Zhenjun and wait for you to deal with it. What should I do?" Yang Jian glanced at Cun Xin who was not far away, frowned and said, "If this matter can be handled by Guanghan Palace, the two palaces will not be disturbed. If it is reported to me, the sentencing document will definitely be sent to heaven. At that time, Yaochi will inevitably blame the fairy for not being strict."

"The fairy said that sooner or later this matter will still come out, it's better to make the circle round, and avoid trouble in the future."

When Yang Jian heard the words, he felt a little clear in his heart.The person from Guanghan Palace has always been cautious in his words and deeds, this time he must have heard some news, and knew that Jin Chan's matter could not be covered up, so he simply pushed it to himself.He turned around and raised his eyebrows and said: "Cun..." Before he finished speaking, he stopped abruptly on his lips—the place where Cun Xin stood was nowhere to be seen.