The imperial concubine is charming and coquettish, she crazily criticizes the tyrant for spoiling he

"That's not it."

Lian Xueyin thought for a while and said: "Becoming a god or becoming a demon is just a choice. All creatures in the world have the right to choose. But often the choice is accompanied by loss, and thus forgets the original intention."

"Zhizhi, I just hope that no matter what happens to you, you don't forget what you used to be happy for, so that no matter who you become, you will always be your original self."

I used to be happy for something.

Qing Kuo was stunned, remembering the time when he first started learning how to make pills.

At that time, she was just an ordinary person, without aura, unable to extract the essence of the medicinal materials to the maximum, so the failure rate of the experiment was very high, she was afraid of hardship, and Ning Fengxu was not around at that time, so she had to make up her mind On His Majesty who does not communicate with anyone at all.

Of course she succeeded in the end, and she couldn't be happier at that time.

But that was just a small episode.

Because she will be happy for many things, such as when she read medical books for the first time when she was a child, when she learned the first prescription from a doctor, when she knew the first medicinal material, when she met Master and worshiped him as a teacher later, The first time to see a doctor, the first time to dispense medicine, the first time to learn to feel the pulse needle...

very many.

Because she likes to do this, she will be very happy every time she starts and succeeds.

She should never forget, right?

But with this in mind, does it make a difference?
Qing Kuo still doesn't quite understand the true meaning of Lian Xueyin's words.

"Your Majesty, what do you mean, let me not forget my original intention?" Qing Chuan thought, she has no heart anymore, how can she have any original intention!

Seeing that she half understood, even Xue Yin smiled and said, "I hope you are happy."

Qing Kuo nodded: "Isn't that simple?"

She put down the pill, leaned forward slightly, hooked Lian Xueyin's neck, leaned over and pecked at the corner of his lips again: "I am very happy when I am with His Majesty!"

Her bright eyes fell on his eyes, like twinkling stars.

Lian Xueyin clasped the back of her neck and lowered her head to deepen the kiss.

...

Lian Jinchen went back from the palace, and after meeting Qingkuang at the gate of the palace, things started to go wrong.

There is always a chaotic shadow in his mind, which seems to be tearing him apart crazily.

He hurried back to the house.

The housekeeper came over and told him that Qi Mingyue had gone back to Duke Qi's mansion in the afternoon.

Lian Jinchen froze for a moment, feeling a little strange.

He was thinking about Qi Mingyue, about the details of the two of them being together, and how he should like her so much, but then, this feeling began to become very weird again, especially because he didn't know how to keep her in his mind. It was the face of Aokiwa that appeared.

He walked quickly into Qi Wan's mourning hall.

Zisu was cleaning the mourning hall. Since Xu Manjin entered the mansion, Zisu failed to show courteousness, so Xu Manjin sent her to do some trivial things.

She often came to clean Qi Wan's mourning hall.

She heard that Lian Jinchen had returned to the mansion, but she hadn't had a chance to see him yet.

I didn't expect him to come to the mourning hall at this time.

Zisu's eyes turned red immediately, "My lord, you are finally back..."

Lian Jinchen frowned, walked to Qi Wan's coffin, Zisu wiped his eyes hastily, and handed him three sticks of incense.

Lian Jinchen lit the incense and put it in the incense burner.

Behind the tablet, there is a small portrait of Qi Wan.

It was painted for Qi Wan by himself after the two got engaged.