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Chapter 264 I just want to see her again

Qiao Ling was stunned for a moment after hearing his words, shook her head slightly, and cried: "I didn't see the lady's spirit body."

"Miss died in vain today. When she died, there was fire all around."

"Spiritual bodies are most afraid of fire. She is afraid that her soul will be gone."

When she thought of this conjecture, she felt sad for a moment, and immediately burst into tears again.

Jing Moye stayed there when he heard Qiao Ling's words, and Feng Shuying's soul disappeared?
This might almost make him collapse!

Not only did he kill her? And let her lose her soul?
Qiao Ling sniffed and said, "The last thing the lady said before the accident was, 'Jing Moye, if there is an afterlife, I will never meet you again!'"

"So if the young lady is not so distraught, she will never see you again!"

Jing Moye looked at Feng Shuying, who was lifeless in his arms, and for a moment he hated himself to the extreme.

He didn't speak any more, and just held Feng Shuying tightly in his arms. He was extremely sad at this time.

Qiao Ling, on the other hand, was extremely angry: "Don't touch my young lady, you are not worthy!"

After she finished speaking, she punched Jing Moye.

Jing Moye still didn't hide, he closed his eyes, and tears rolled down from his eyes, dripping on Feng Shuying's face.

He whispered: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I really didn't know this would happen!"

"I beg you, as long as you can wake up, even if I never see you again in my life...as long as you are well!"

Qin Zhijian had never seen Jing Moye like this before. He let out a long sigh and wanted to persuade him but didn't know how.

He diverted this matter and asked another matter: "Your Majesty, how is things going at the palace now?"

Jing Moye let his tears roll down and said softly: "She is no longer here, so what's the point of gaining the world?"

Qin Zhijian: "..."

He couldn't accept this.

He had always known that Jing Moye had been bullied by Emperor Zhaoyuan over the years, but he had always endured it.

He couldn't bear it any longer this time, partly because of the Queen Mother's death, and partly because of Feng Shuying.

Jing Moye once told Qin Zhijian that Feng Shuying was not the kind of person who could take offense and was quite capable of getting into trouble. He had to be stronger to be able to protect her.

Now that Jing Moye has launched a palace coup, Feng Shuying is also dead.

Qin Zhijian didn't know what to say for a moment. He felt that Jing Moye had gone too far this time and that his life was really hard.

After all, what happened this time was not his intention, it was an accident.

Qin Zhijian could only say: "But my lord, you have never been alone!"

"The moment you take action, the lives of tens of thousands of people are connected with yours."

"Right now it's not something that makes sense, it's something that you have to do."

Jing Moye held Feng Shuying in his arms, feeling sad and silent.

His heart was now desolate, and the vitality that was originally born from the phoenix's shadow suddenly withered.

He was originally burdened with a blood feud and wanted to take back everything that belonged to him, but he wanted nothing.

If possible, he would be willing to use his skills to return Feng Shuying.

But he knew that Feng Shuying was dead, and no matter what he tried to change, he would never be able to get her back!
But he is not willing to give in!
He said to Qin Zhijian: "Go and invite the abbot."

Qin Zhijian originally wanted to ask the abbot what to do at this time, but after he saw Jing Moye's appearance, he vaguely guessed and asked someone to invite the abbot.

Qiao Ling wiped away her tears and said, "She doesn't want to see you, and she doesn't want to stay here!"

"Return the lady to me, I will take her out of the palace!" Jing Moye hugged Feng Shuying and was unwilling to let go. He said softly: "I know that she has always wanted to leave me when she was alive."

"I insisted on keeping her but ended up killing her, but I still want to say a word to her..."

Qiao Ling felt a little calmer at this time, raised her eyes to look at him, and saw the sadness in his eyes that was so thick that it seemed to roll down.

The aura surrounding him at this time made Qiao Ling feel a little pitiful for him even though he hated Wu Jiwu.

She sniffed and said, "I'll give you one day. After one day, I don't care what you think, I will take the lady away."

Jing Moye didn't say anything, but just carried Feng Shuying back to the room.

The red candles in the room have burned out, leaving only stains of tears, and the bright red words of joy have now become a mockery.

Jing Moye placed Feng Shuying on the wedding bed, took a handkerchief and gently wiped the dirt on her face.

Last night was their wedding night, but it became their farewell night.

Jing Moye's hand gently touched her face. After leaving the fire, her body became colder and colder, and her limbs began to stiffen.

He tried to help her warm up, but he couldn't do anything against nature.

When the abbot came in, he saw Jing Moye trying to warm up Feng Shuying.

When he saw this scene, he felt that the atmosphere was too depressing, so he simply rushed over and cried to Feng Shuying: "Master, why are you so cruel!"

"You haven't taught me anything yet, and here you go!"

"Who should I turn to to draw the peace talisman in the temple? Who should I turn to if I am bullied by those bastards from Tianyi Temple?"

Jing Moye: "..."

His sadness, which was so intense that he couldn't get rid of it, was dissipated by the abbot's howl.

He scolded: "What are you focusing on!"

The abbot said confidently: "She is my master. If something happens to her, I have to avenge her. You have no right to yell at me now!"

Jing Moye: "..."

He closed his eyes and slowly exhaled without arguing with the abbot.

Seeing that his mood had calmed down, the abbot said, "I heard from Qin Changshi about your affairs on the way here."

"To be honest, I wanted to scold you before I came in, but when I saw you like this, I decided to endure it."

"I don't know what you want to do by calling me here. Let me declare in advance that my Dharma is not very good."

"I don't have the ability to bring the dead back to life, and there is no such heaven-defying magic in Buddhism. I can't save her."

Jing Moye wiped off the last bit of dust on Feng Shuying's hands with a handkerchief, and said softly: "I know."

"I invited you here because I want you to summon her soul. I want to say the last words to her."

He has known the abbot for many years and knows the abbot's abilities.

At the level of the abbot's half bucket of water, he had not been able to drive away evil spirits very well before.

The peace talisman that I could barely draw worked sometimes but not always.

He had never had such high expectations for his abbot.

The abbot glanced at him and said, "What are you going to tell her? That you regret it?"

"What's the use of this! From what I know about her, if she sees you, she will probably give you a slap in the face and scold you bloody."

Jing Moye thought about Feng Shuying's fierce look with her hands on her hips and cursed, and a slight smile appeared on her face: "That's fine too."

Abbot: "..."