The Spirit World

Chapter 887 [Time and Space Reversal] Chen Lin

Chapter 887 [Time and Space Reversal] - Chen Lin

The cicadas are crying sadly, facing the pavilion in the evening, the sudden rain has just stopped. I have no mood to drink in the tent in the capital, I am reluctant to leave, the orchid boat is urging me to leave. Holding hands and looking at each other with tears in our eyes, we are speechless. Thinking of leaving, thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast. Since ancient times, people have been sentimental and sad about separation, how can they bear the coldness of the autumn festival! Where will I wake up tonight? Willow bank, morning breeze and waning moon. After so many years, the good times and beautiful scenery are nothing. Even if there are thousands of styles, who can I tell?

[I want to prove that…]

【my dear……】

【I won’t die alone...】

[I will never live alone...]

The sound of cicadas is unique and tickling, and it can chill the hearts of lovers who are alone under the moon.

There was someone sitting alone in the pavilion.

This square pavilion, to be honest, is not unique at all. It is irritating, sharp, and abrupt enough to make the person standing under the lonely moon feel distressed.

She put her hand on the pillar and sighed for no reason.

This ten-mile long pavilion for farewell was really like a dream, wrapping her up tightly, sucking the air away from her, and killing her?
The red sky, under the red lights and warm tents, looked particularly beautiful, like a beauty's face, blushing all of a sudden, and then! There was a golden glow! Fireworks exploded in the sky! Colorful flowers blasted out.

The high walls are shining, they are magnificent glazed tiles, they are the "soldiers" guarding this majestic place.

The flowers in the sky sparkled, flashing a light that was too dazzling, like a sharp sword piercing through her chest, illuminating her body with colorful, colorful rays of light.

Those are clothes.

Colorful clothes, maybe that's all.

She sighed. The celebratory laughter made her tremble even more!
Let her more!

I can only hum a few words of ancient Chinese in the dimming ancient pavilion...

[Mirror ~ Flower ~ Autumn ~ Moon ~ Pretend -- For -- Who ~

Sky - to - Moon -

By ~ Moon ~ Ripples ~
Don't...

Blue shirt ~ two ~ clothes ~ wide ~
Empty-night-to-the-end-you-don't-return-

Always - get drunk with you...】

"Oh..." She exhaled the air in her chest. This breath was so tiring that it almost made her die. It made her very tired!
"Master, it's time to return to the palace..."

The girl next to her had her head down, looking like a ghost asking for her life.

"If I don't return to the palace... I'm afraid the emperor will... blame me..."

She calmly pulled out the phoenix-tail hairpin that was as heavy as a thousand gold from her hair, and a strand of her hair fell down to her shoulders.

The rest of the hair was bound by other hairpins and did not move at all.

She stood up slightly and handed the hairpin to the maid.

"Just go and report back..."

The maid quickly took the hairpin but only stared at her master.

The light rises again, perhaps, another firework blooms, shines, fades, becomes empty, and then disappears.

Her haggard face disappeared in the fleeting light and sank into darkness.

"master……"

"What?" She answered blankly.

"without……"

"Go and report back..."

She seemed to have almost no energy left to speak.

"promise……"

After the girl left, she sat down again.

The resentment in her chest seemed difficult to dissipate, causing her to unconsciously hammer it with her hands.

It would be nice if I could hit the heart.

We should give this beating heart a good hammer and see if it will cry...

[Wind ~ Flowers ~ Snow ~ Moon ~ Don't -- think -- measure ~

How dare I ask?

Ask ~ Jun ~ return (no) ~ date ~

Don't think about it anymore

Red (red) ~ makeup ~ one ~ other ~ no ~

Cold - Moon - Cold ~ Branches ~ Concubine ~ Neng ~ Return ~

Drunk - Stop ~ Dream ~ Pillow ~ Sleep...】

“Ah~ah~ah~ah~ah~ah~”

"Ah-ah-ah-"

“Ah~ah~ah~ah~ah~ah~”

"Ah~ah~ah~"

"Ah-ah-ah-"

"Ah~ah~ah~"

“Ah—ah—ah—” Another firework!
Blooming!
It shattered!
Dissipated!
Free!
She stopped humming the tune and instead tapped the vermilion tree she was holding with her slender index finger.

Those are tall mahogany pillars, like soldiers guarding the pavilion.

She felt that they were not warriors, but a group of villains who were doomed to fail, punished here to guard an empty pavilion with only three or two people.

A hundred years of defense would be meaningless!

millennium……

she,
Born in the Imperial Palace in 2005.

right now,

It’s already 2019 in the Empire.

he,
Born in the Principality in 2015,
right now,

It is already 2021 in the Principality.

In just six whole years, you will miss a whole hundred years of life.

She was delusional, what kind of life was this...

What choices does she have...

You ask questions even though you know the answer, and you are only asking for trouble.

"Ugh……"

She sighed again, and her footsteps echoed in the silent pavilion.

"child……"

He is the majestic father emperor.

My father walked over quickly, with an unusual eagerness.

"Father..." She stood up.

She was the only one who didn't need to perform a salute.

"You just brought a hairpin with you to report back. Father has thought about it and decided to come and see you..."

The Emperor sat next to his child like a real father.

Here, he might not be allowed to do that.

"Child... I am your father, I know exactly what you are thinking... I didn't say it before, but every time during the holidays, you stay away from others, as if you are afraid that others will disturb your peace... Your father sees it with his own eyes, and it hurts his heart..."

My father no longer has the majesty he once had.

My father smoothed out the hem of his dragon robe.

"With Father! How about a glass of muddy wine?"

My father lay back and leaned against the railing of the pavilion.

She looked at her father's face, smiling expectantly in the darkness.

shook his head.

"Child, I heard that everyone in the world wants to be my heir and enjoy wealth and glory. Now, it is not always the case."

The father's voice rose, and Sora looked at his child in dull silence.

This is not allowed.

"Do you know? I heard that most of the folk storybooks are about talented scholars and beautiful women, and most of them are stories about young men and young ladies. People all like these imaginary stories. I also searched for a few books to read, but I was wondering whether the writers of these stories were talented scholars and beautiful women, or kings and generals. In the end, I found out that they were all wealthy merchants who made a living by writing these stories. Only then did I realize that the wealth and true feelings of the people are what millions of people yearn for. Otherwise, how could they be so rare and desired."

Her father's meaning was not clear, and she could not ask.

It seemed like he was just having a casual conversation, talking about this and that, just to make her happy.

"True love, true love, how many people in the world want to have it, and how many people are disappointed?"

My father is definitely not the type who likes so-called feelings.

Only for her, she can be freer within these high walls.

Not much freedom either.

It's all just empty joy.

"You are a star in the sky. Falling into the mortal world, finding your own star destiny is your way home."

Your father has no use for you.

"child……"

"If you want to find it, you must find it..."

"Father is waiting for your return here."