The Emperor's Favorite: Miss Jinghong II

Chapter 134 Humans and ghosts always have different paths (1)
"Where are you going?" I watched Wan Chengyan sit up slowly, Hei Shuang followed behind, and hurriedly walked towards the gate of the yard.

I felt that this matter must not be simple, so I immediately followed up quickly.

I hid behind the corner of the wall, watching Hei Shuang kneel down on one knee, and Wan Qiyan standing under a locust tree, his expressions changing.

"Master, when will you return to Beijing?" Hei Shuang clasped his fists again, with a dignified expression, and asked with his head bowed.

Wan Qiyan just looked up at the blue sky, as if holding back, suddenly waved his hands, "Let's go today."

"Yes!" Hei Shuang obeyed, kowtowed heavily, then turned and left quickly.

I watched Hei Shuang leave, I hid in the corner of the wall and dared not say anything, the handkerchief in my hand was twisted back and forth several times.

"Not coming out yet!" Beside Wan Qiyan's isolated voice, following the wind, was slightly sad.

I dawdled for a while, then walked out from behind the white wall.

Wan Qiyan's face was pale, with a touch of sickness.

"What's wrong?" I stepped forward, but I was at a loss.

I don't know how long it has passed, Wan Qiyan and I just looked at each other like this, his eyes were in a trance, full of tears.

Maybe it's the contact with each other for so long, maybe I have believed him, I stepped forward and took him into my arms.

The garden is full of spring scenery, with a few sporadic bright reds, exuding a detached beauty in the sun.

I gently wrapped my hands around Wan Qiyan's neck, giving him insignificant warmth.

"The old ancestor passed away." The voice was almost as small as an ant, but at this moment, it floated into my ears along the breeze and became so real, with tears in every word, a little bit of mortal world.

I patted Wan Qiyan on the back, treating him like a child, remembering that the old people once said that this can give the injured a short-term relief and a little sense of security.

Wan Qiyan's chin was pressed tightly against my shoulder blade, with a bit of pain. He didn't speak, but just counted some of the past.

"This king has never said a word of truth to her, never, just because she will always only have her elder brother in her heart, and only Wanqi Wushuang." He seemed to be jealous, but his tone was full of regret.

"Did you know? Everyone is a god descended from heaven. They all have their own destiny. Birth, old age, sickness and death, reincarnation of life and death have always been the laws of nature. When a person leaves, it is not pain, but that he no longer has to worry about the emotions of the world. Now, don't you think it's good?"

Hearing Wan Qiyan's words, I suddenly became sentimental. This is a kind of pain that connects the soul. At the moment when life is exhausted, shouldn't it be announced that it has ended magnificently?I don't know, but the road has to go all the way.

It didn't take long for the three of us to rush towards the capital at full speed. Daxiao had a three-day vigil. These three days are the yin and yang return to the soul, and we wanted to see the Queen Mother for the last time before encoffining.

A few miles away from the capital, I looked at the white flag hanging high on the city tower, and a white palace lantern swayed desolately with the wind, without any vitality.

(End of this chapter)