Ninety-nine bowl soup on the other side (eight)

Nie Jing is dead, and there is no third person in the world who knows what Jing Xiang wants to do. What's more, Nie Jing died silently. Even if he goes to investigate, no one will find out. Qi Fuming trusts Jing Xiang very much. Since Jing Xiang has put the incident in black to an end, he or the emperor will not ask about it again.

Jing Xiang was old and the emperor gave him permission not to come to the morning court every day. Jing Xiang was alone and had no relatives and no reason. He devoted most of his life to the country and the people and never lived for himself. But now he was about to die. At this age, he was finally able to do what he wanted to do.

It wasn't until the end of the year that the elderly were afraid of winter. Many older people would be much better after a winter. But the aunt had already lost her medicine. She felt that she had dragged down Jing Xiang and had never gotten married for the rest of her life. She had no children and daughters at all. Now she was finally leaving, and she felt relieved.

Her humble origin was something that made people trampled into the dust, let alone a lowly concubine. She lived a confused life without knowing the right and wrong, and she just obeyed her, and needed her daughter to protect and take care of her.

Before her death, my aunt turned back, grabbed the horn of the quilt, and muttered the guilt she had been depressed for decades.

There is no such weak and bullied mother in the world.

He only knows how to cry, only knows how to dodge, only knows how to endure, and pushes his daughter into the fire pit, making her live a life worse than death in that family. When her daughter died, she dragged Jing Xiang over decades. She had never done anything for her daughter in this life.

As her biological mother, she didn't even have the qualifications to blame Jing Xiang for her daughter. Her aunt often dreamed when she was old and never saw her daughter again in her dreams. She didn't know whether she was not sincere enough or whether her daughter blamed her and refused to fall into her dream.

Now, she can finally let go.

Jing Xiang sat by the bed and watched quietly. A turbid tears flowed from the corner of his aunt's eyes, and then closed his eyes. He stretched out his hand, covered the quilt for her, got up and let others go and handed it over to others to deal with it. He took care of his aunt because of her. After his aunt went, he was not very sad - he was still such a person for decades of hard heart.

The funeral in the prime minister's mansion was very simple. Yan Liang knew that the prime minister's mother-in-law had passed away. He wanted to pay a lot of mourning, but unfortunately he couldn't enter the prime minister's mansion. The news did not even inform the Qingwang couple and the Supreme Empress Dowager far away in Jiangnan. Jing Xiang had always lived like this. After he buried his aunt, he was a little dazed, but he didn't know whether he was missing an elder or the time he had passed.

At that time, he was still young, at around twenty years old, and his heart was full of hostility and hatred. He could not make any mistakes or make every mistake. Now that he has seen all the thousands of sails, he is lonely and cold, and seems to have returned to that time.

When the aunt died, the final connection between him and her was also broken. From now on, who else could recall her appearance with him?

It's so good. She will always be young, but he is already covered in frost and snow, and her hair is long gone. I'm afraid she will not be happy when she meets her.

It’s better to be handsome, just as she looked like when she was a teenager. If she saw him, she might look at him more.

The white banners of the Prime Minister's Mansion were hung until the Lantern Festival. Everyone was happy during the festival, but the Prime Minister's Mansion was deserted. The servants all went back on vacation. Even the Qingnu was taken away, but Jing Xiang was left. Sitting in the yard, the breeze blew across the bamboo forest. He poured himself at the moon, but in the hazy state, he couldn't get drunk no matter what.

Being too sober is a torture.

He smiled softly, drank the last glass of wine, and got up and went back to the room. It was still the room where Qinghuan had been, but he did not go to sleep with the bed, but twisted an inkstone on the desk. The inkstone slowly turned, and the big bed moved its direction, and a dark hole appeared instantly.

Jing Xiang walked down the steps, and the hole door was closed. The aisle was not long. He walked step by step to the room with a lock, opened the door lock with the key he carried with him, and walked in.

The four walls and floors of the room are made of ice-blue stones, which are cold and are used to preserve them. On a jade bed, there is a pair of husky human bones.

The bone was wearing a wedding dress, with two dark holes in her eyes. The wedding dress was covered with empty clothes, and there was no ups and downs that the human body should have. Jing Xiang walked over slowly, as if he was thinking, but he didn't dare. He gently touched the bone, then lowered his head and kissed: "Don't worry, my wife, soon, for the husband, he will create a complete body for you, very soon..."

Then, he took the dagger beside him, first pressed it against his arm, cut a piece of flesh and blood down, then bandaged the wound, and then applied his flesh to the bones to shape her jade body.

Her ice-skinned and jade bones died because of him, so he paid her one for his flesh and blood. In the future, he could find her and take care of her according to his flesh and blood.

"I'm afraid you'll go too fast..." He said softly, putting the flesh and blood to the bones, which was strange. The bones were stained with the flesh and blood of living people, and it seemed to have spiritual energy. It slowly combined with it and gave birth to a half-lotus arm like jade. Jing Xiang uncovered the cloth strips that he bandaged the wound and fed the flesh and blood of his body with the cold jade under the bones. His face became whiter and whiter, almost transparent, and his arms returned to their original state, but there was no blood color, as if it was carved from jade, without any fireworks.

Nie Jing was able to maintain his youth because he used this method. He read all ancient books and found a book to extend his life. He rebuilds his body with other people's flesh and blood. Even if he dies, he can live. Therefore, Nie Jing's voice is old, but his appearance is the same as before.

After Jing Xiang caught him, he discovered this. Nie Jing did not hide his ambitions. He wanted to live for a long time, but now this is a bit unbeautiful. If his eyes are broken, he has to change his eyes. If his skin is broken, he has to change his skin. If he always keeps like this, he feels troublesome.

Jing Xiang wanted to recreate his jade body for his deceased wife, so he secretly reached an agreement with Nie Jing. Nie Jing taught him the method of repairing, and he gave Nie Jing convenience to ensure his safety. Nie Jing was surprised to find that his body could be maintained well without killing anyone, but he didn't know how Jing Xiang did it.

There is no way to live in the world. Jing Xiang just needs to use his flesh and blood to repair the body of his deceased wife, and at the cost of his soul, to keep her safe from now on. Nie Jing found that Jing Xiang refused to tell the method of live in the end, so he wanted to turn against him. Unexpectedly, he was captured and beheaded by Qi Fuming, and a generation of geniuses lost his life. From then on, no one knew the way to harm people to prolong their lives.

There is a legend in the ancient Western Regions that after the mysterious queen died, the rebellious believers dug out her coffin, but found that the queen, who was already old, had actually returned to her youthful appearance. It was a magical method, which could replace the dried flesh and blood with tempered and processed cold jade, so that it presents its most beautiful years.

Jing Xiang used his flesh and blood to shape his bones and turned his cold jade into himself. He studied various strange books for such a day. From then on, it would be okay for him to have no memory, it would be okay for him to dissipate. He found her, saw her life well, and saw that she was not recognizing each other, nor loved each other, nor knew each other.

The mistakes made could not be restored, but he couldn't just let it go.

What happens after a person dies?

No one knows, nor does he know.

If he could choose, he would be willing to exist in this strange and cruel way until one day it would be completely eliminated. That day might be soon, and it might never come.

Now that it is not possible to complete it in one go, Jing Xiang finished his part today and left the secret room. He chose a Feng Shui treasure land in the far south, where the mountains and rivers are beautiful, birds and flowers are fragrant, and people are rarely visited. He quietly built a jade tomb underground. After a hundred years, his confidant will send them and their husbands there, and for at least a thousand years, he will not be discovered or disturbed. He may be able to do something for her.

But what can we do to ensure that the soul is immortal after death? Jing Xiang knew very well that this was not easy. He had to repair the art and arranged his affairs after his death, but he didn't know how to keep his soul in the world. Even if he prepared everything, if it dissipated after death, all of this would become illusion.

This is the only answer he doesn't have.

But he has not had much time left. He has passed his destiny. How long can he live? Can he get the secrets he has never found in his life for the rest of his life?

Will God bless him?

This is the full moon festival, and he should have his wife and children to accompany him, but he has been alone for many years, and has been used to it for so long that he has no expectations anymore.

The shadow of the candle swayed, and Jing Xiang spread a book until the tears fell and the golden rooster dawned. He still did not stop, nor did he go to rest or eat, and he didn't even drink a sip of water. He was afraid that there would not be enough time and could not waste it. He needed to cherish every minute and a second, and there was not much left.

Spring goes and autumn comes, and this is how his life is.

Does the prime minister go out? He still needs to take charge of such a major event as a crown prince? The emperor discussed with him and had his own considerations, and finally decided to make the eldest prince the Eastern Palace. The eldest prince was born by the queen, and the eldest son was also the legitimate one. As for what his other sons thought, I don’t know. In short, they were all celebrated. The emperor could live for at least a few more decades. As long as he was alive, the princes would still be afraid and would not have too many ideas.

At this moment, the emperor began to envy the monogamous emperor and the empress dowager. They only had one son, so what else could they think about and worry about? How many sons are there like his sons... After a few years, the young princes have grown up, so what will happen?

The emperor completely forgot that when he was favored by one beauty and another, he didn't think so in his heart.
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