MTL - The White-Haired Imperial Concubine-Chapter 252 Soul Return (8)

252 Soul Return (8)

Zong Zhengying cried, "Father Emperor is bad! My mother is never willing to hit me ..." He ran out after turning his head, and Nianer retreated.

Zongzheng was shocked and twitched with pain. He looked at his son's little back and burst his hair. This is Aman who would rather die than hurt himself. He knows how much she hurts him.

"Let's look at it and don't get into trouble." He instructed Xiao Xiangzi, his voice was low, as if his throat had been squeezed.

Xiaoxiangzi was busy leading to follow. Zongzheng worry-free then slowly turned around and came to the woman lying down on the soft couch and slowly crouched down.

He held her hand and looked at her serene face, his voice was remote and sad: "Aman, would you blame me? If you blame me, wake up and tell me, as long as you say it, I will never do it again Things that upset you. "

He looked at her closed eyes with great hope, how much she wished that she could open her eyes, hit him or scold him, as long as she could look at him again.

I want him to be the master of the world with no worries, and his status is extremely dignified. However, his heart is like an ice cave, and he has no happiness at all. Everyone said that he wanted the wind and the rain, but all he wanted was her. Without her, even their children would not be able to bring him a little warmth.

The cold wind blew the window open, and a withered sycamore leaf floated in, and he refused to fall down on the white hair of his horn for a long time.

He knelt down in front of her soft couch just like that, holding her hand tightly, burying his head, no tears, only a sorrowful breath that made people cry.

Manyu knelt behind him, his hands clasped his waist, and leaned his head on his back. Her gaze was toward the dressing table. There was only him in the bronze mirror, helpless and sad.

"No worries, I really want to talk to you, I want to tell you, I am always with you, I will stay with you forever, and not leave ... I beg you not to be so sad, I beg you to live ..."

Crystal tears rolled down her transparent cheeks and disappeared into his skin.

A hint of wetness came from behind Zongzheng's worry-free. He noticed a salty taste spreading in his lungs, his body shook, and he suddenly looked up and called: "Aman!"

He turned hurriedly, but was empty behind him.

"Aman, Aman ... Is it you? Are you back?" He stretched out his hands and groped in the air. His open fingers were like helpless children who were eager for the guidance of adults, so helpless, so scared. No response. At this moment, he is not a supreme emperor, he is just an infatuated man praying for a response from his lover. Without her in his life, he would be nothing.

Opening his hands in vain, the cold wind blew through, and even the air was stained with cold chill. And his gaze, helpless search in the air of nothingness, his eyes infatuated, his eyebrows tightened tightly, and he muttered, "Aman, do you blame me for taking too much care? Sorry, I don't take care of anything in the future, As long as you come back, as long as you come back ... you can remember another man in your heart, you can also love him ... I don't care anymore, as long as you come back! I will never force you to say 'you only love me alone', I I won't do anything to hurt you any more, I won't let you both sides ... as long as you return to me, I can accept everything ... "

He then said to the empty air, the light in his eyes was completely devoured by darkness, and despair and sorrow seemed to come out endlessly.

Man shook his head desperately in front of him, she raised her hand, and her transparent fingers met his long, pale fingers, but she couldn't hold them. She lifted it so stubbornly that she refused to let it down, like a heartbreaking voice: "I don't blame you, I never blame you, it's me ... I'm sorry for you, it's not your fault! If God gave me again For an opportunity, I can't live up to your affection, but ... God, but refused to give me another chance! "

The dim yellow light illuminated the empty dormitory. She couldn't help but rushed at him, holding him in tears, crying until her heart broke.

There was a cold moon outside the window, the moonlight was cool and shrouded the Silent Palace, and the cold air surged like being immersed in autumn water.

The autumn breeze was sloshing, flapping on the leaves of the sycamore tree, and rustling.

Suddenly there was a singing song in the distance, the voice was gentle, the tone was sorrowful and sad, as if the emotions of life and death were parting, which made people cry.

That sadness, late autumn, look back again

Farewell hate, how many years have passed

Go to the Red Mansion, make a glass of wine, hold your hands

Hold on to that acacia bean

It's difficult to meet each other, so sad

Heaven and Earth

Tears into frost, flower residues, leaving a scent alone

Dressing mirror, tears of thousands of lines

This situation becomes a memory, there is no end

If parting

Missed in this life

Don't ask for Dian Yuhong, don't ask for Yi Jinrong

But beg for life and death

The middle-aged man looking at this scene shook his head in sigh with pity, turned his head to look at the woman who retreated to her, and saw her eyes full of deep sorrow and intolerance, and tears burst into her eyes. The woman hurriedly turned around, choked her throat, for fear she would be left when she saw her cryingly covering her mouth. Man's eyes turned round, just to see the woman turning, the woman's face so transparent that she couldn't even see it seemed to be clear at this moment because of emotional fluctuations.

The wailing came to an end, and she turned to look at the woman's unusually familiar side face, and she was shocked.

"Mother?" She called tentatively.

The woman stunned slightly, paused, and slowly looked back. It was an immaculate, dust-free face, similar to Zong Zheng's worry-free face, who wasn't the late Yun Guifei? !!

No wonder she will help her! He stood up and walked quickly to Yun Guifei, her heart was floating, but she slowly said, "I never thought I would have a chance to see my mother! Mother, have you been there all these years?" Just like she has always been Silently accompany worry-free.

Yun Guifei's eyes flashed, she nodded, and shook her head again.

Perhaps it is because of understanding the feelings of each other that a kind of spiritual resonance is generated, so despite the first meeting, Manwan feels more cordial.

"It was just fortunate that my mother had helped me so that they would not let them father and son ..." Her voice was choked slightly, but she couldn't go on.

"Good boy, it's all over. It's okay." Yun Guifei shook her hand gently, soothing softly.

He looked down, his heart was full of fear and sorrow, and he said, "Otherwise, I really dare not imagine, how to have the courage to go without worrying about the future! Mother, I really want to stay with him, But I don't know. How long can I stay with him like this? "

Concubine Yun looked at her son sitting on the cold ground in front of the soft couch, distressed with eyes, and sighed: "Look how long your fate is. As long as your heart is always firm, maybe one day, you can renew your front edge not always."

Man's eyes lit up and dim, and he said slowly, "Can you? If there is one day, I must cherish it. But, will there really be that day?"

Gui Guiyun said: "Don't you say to Wuyou, maybe there will be a miracle? Why don't you believe it yourself?"

"I ... I just found a reason and wanted him to live."

The middle-aged man, who has never spoken, contemplates: "In fact, it is not impossible for you to be reborn."

Diffuse eyes brightened, a little hope burning in the eyes, urgently said: "Do you have a way?"

The middle-aged man said: "Your soul has been reborn once by her body, but your boarding body has experienced too many traumas and has run out of oil and light. It is really not possible to find a body that is fully in harmony with the soul. It ’s easy, it ’s just the chance. ”

Opportunity? The man's expression was bleak, could she count on such a nihilistic, decisive opportunity? She looked down and sighed, "How can it be considered to fit the soul? Can I find it if I go out to find it?"

The middle-aged man said: "The world is so big, it will be hard to search around aimlessly. Maybe you can find it. As for the time, one year, ten years, or lifetime, it is not known. Moreover, it must be just after a person The five hours of breath are attached to you, and if that body is moved by your thoughts, it is fit. "

Man nodded, although she did not know if there was a chance to find such a body, but she still thanked her sincerely. Later, I chatted with Yun Guifei, and learned that the middle-aged man was a friend that Yun Guifei knew when he was wandering in the soul. Like them, nostalgic loved ones couldn't bear to leave. To the body that fits into the soul, until his wife died, he could not really meet his wife. Just like Yun Guifei and the emperor of the Kingdom of Heaven, what is the relationship?

Many things in this world, no matter how hard anyone can work, can never be completed, and she and Wu worry, can she be together again, she really dare not hope anymore, she just wants to see him again, and really feel his skin once With his temperature, even with one sentence, she was satisfied. 2k novel reading network