C251

Chapter 250 - The Final Outcome

Qin Luofei waited until the person brought the child down before pulling out the two eyesore ears. She pursed her lips and suddenly said, "Just now, I dreamt of a lot of people. There were father, mother, brothers, and … Emperor Ming, but when I woke up, they had already disappeared. "

The Emperor Yun smiled slightly and held her tightly, "Fei Er, all of us will die one day. It is the same for Ling Wang, it is the same for us all."

"When we stop crying about them, does that mean they're really gone?"

"No, no matter what happens in the future, no matter how things change outside, they will always leave something in our hearts. The snow will not stop, the fragrance of the flowers will not fade, and the person branded in the heart — will never leave. "

He lowered his head and gently kissed her soft lips.

The distant landscape melted in the fine snow that continued to drift.

What else could possibly compare to this moment of happiness?

The cold moon was sad and clear, the cold moonlight lightly caressed every corner of the palace.

At this moment, Emperor Ming was quietly standing by the window and drinking, not wanting to think about anything else. When the mind was empty, there were only some indescribable feelings lingering in some ambiguous corner of his chest as he murmured, neither leaving nor appearing. It built a kind of heartache called loneliness, one word at a time, and built a city that was isolated from the body and mind.

"Your Majesty, it's already so cold, why are you still keeping the windows open?"

Xiao Linzi's voice came from behind, he rushed forward and skillfully closed the window. However, when he turned around and saw the jug of wine in front of Emperor Ming, he couldn't help but frown. "Your majesty, you're still sick.

Emperor Ming pursed his lips slightly, "Xiao Linzi, we are much better now, don't you think that we are in good spirits now?"

He looked at Emperor Ming doubtfully and said softly, "Supreme Emperor, you seem to have some energy, but you absolutely cannot drink this wine anymore. If Imperial Concubine Qin is here …" He suddenly realized that she had misspoken and her expression changed. She did not continue.

Emperor Ming poured a mouthful of wine into his mouth and said coldly: "You can leave now."

If Lu'er was here, she would have had to nag on for a long time before angrily snatching the Emperor Ming's wine pot to keep him from drinking again. Oh, Green, she was such a child.

Only, Emperor Ming might not be able to see this kind of green again.

She definitely did not know that in the days that she was gone, Emperor Ming had been pouring pungent wine into his stomach everyday, allowing the pain to strike his heart and the cold to cover his entire body. Only when she was drunk would the flow of time become blurry, the Emperor Ming felt that everything was just a dream, and the Emperor Ming could only imagine that maybe she had already forgiven him, or that she was on her way back to Ye City.

Just like last time, she had rushed to his side at all costs … Hugging Emperor Ming at all costs … crying in Emperor Ming's arms, disregarding everything else … …

Emperor Ming did not pray forever, but he still stubbornly hoped that he could stay until that moment …

If that was the case, how good would it be?

How many years had it been? In the light, in the dark, in the movement of the stars and in the turning of the year, Emperor Ming thought he saw at least a glimmer of hope. Even though he knew that the sunlight did not belong to Emperor Ming, he still could not help but linger for that little bit of warmth.

After waking up, he realized that the scattered sand was slowly flowing through his fingers. Happiness turned out to be just a dream.

The Emperor Ming struggled, but was still unable to break free from the shackles binding his and the Emperor Ming tightly.

After the piercing pain, he was left in a perplexed state.

The winter in Mo Bei must be very cold, right? In the extreme north, the extreme north of the North Star, and the extreme north of the heaven and earth, the person the Emperor Ming loved looked up at the scattering wind and clouds solitarily in the midst of the flying snow and the ruined red dust.

When the Emperor Ming thought of her, it was like thinking of the poison embedded in the depths of her blood.

In this desperate love, what the Emperor Ming lacked was the courage to resist his fate. If it was really like that, Emperor Ming would definitely disappear into thin air with his heart broken. Tears filled his eyes. His chest ached. He was lost in gentleness, but also woke up in melancholy. What's in your eyes, what's in your body, what's in your mind, what's in the chaos is only you...

It turned out that when one reached the peak of love, it was simply not like love at all. Rather, it was more like a sharp pain.

Through the hazy eyes, memories passed through time and returned to a night many years ago. That night, Emperor Ming raised his eyes and saw a fifteen to sixteen year old boy calling out to him sweetly, "Your majesty."

In the projection of the moonlight, Emperor Ming could see the silver radiance that was shooting towards Emperor Ming from Empress Leng's body. The silver radiance that was sprinkling into Emperor Ming's eyes was dazzling, and the dizziness caused Emperor Ming to be unable to open his eyes again …

Emperor Ming thought that from that moment onwards, Emperor Ming would firmly remember everything about him.

Putting down the wine cup, Emperor Ming curled himself up under the blanket. The bone-piercing coldness and the sharp pain slowly rose up, like he had repeated this countless times in the past, drowning Emperor Ming. Holding the ice-cold embers of those memories, Emperor Ming was always foolish enough to not let go.

Lu'er, Emperor Ming still remembered what Empress Leng said. No matter what I've done, she'll forgive me right?

So, she would definitely, definitely return to Emperor Ming's side.

One day, Emperor Ming will definitely meet you.

let the Emperor Ming wait through the long night for that day to come.

Emperor Ming will always wait …

Wait.

There is a kind of waiting for to be used to think, it is called eager to see;

There is a kind of sadness is used to indulge, it is called the body is not complete;

There is a kind of love is used to reminisce, that is called unforgettable.

The pavilion was made of butterfly dancing lotus leaves and the spring clothes were made of thin peach blossoms that were light.

In a daze, what appeared before Emperor Ming was an extremely beautiful and illusory scene. Several slender branches dragged on the ground, and the dazzling peach blossoms floated and sunk in the warm water vapor. Behind him was a row of maple trees that were the color of jade. The maple trees intertwined with the branches of the peach blossoms, swaying along with the rustling of the leaves.

Here. Isn't it Leng Family?

Emperor Ming was clearly a bed lying on the bed in Zhaoyang Palace, why was he here? Furthermore, the illness that had been torturing Emperor Ming all this while seemed to have disappeared as well.

Suddenly, the sound of light footsteps came from behind him. A familiar scent of white plum blossoms drifted over. That aura was also vaguely familiar. Slowly turning his head, Emperor Ming saw a peerless beauty standing not far away from him. How could Luo Yi float? The light wind was still blowing. Rainbow dress, red gown, step shake crown, and pearl shell, Pei Shan Shan. Autumn scissors eye man desire to live, spring and early month.

That familiar appearance, that familiar expression, it was something that Emperor Ming would never forget even in this life and for all eternity.

Lu'er, Emperor Ming's Lu'er … You're finally back.

An unknown feeling churned and surged in Emperor Ming's heart, as if his body was about to be torn apart and rush out.

He wanted to cry, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something. There were no tears in his dry eyes, only an indescribable pain in his heart.

Thousands of words and a hundred different emotions finally turned into the calmest and most indifferent one, "Lu'er, you've come."

She stared blankly at the Emperor Ming, the fragmented rays of light crisscrossing in her eyes, like a sun that had just appeared in winter, hidden in the thick layer of clouds. Then, her lips curled into a faint smile, and without hesitation, she walked towards Emperor Ming. One step, one step.

Seeing that she was getting closer and closer to Emperor Ming, Emperor Ming felt like a water lotus that was quietly floating in the middle of a pond, and was slowly blooming under the moonlight.

If it was just a dream, Emperor Ming would rather not wake up. Sleep quietly in your dreams forever.

He was lost and not yet awake. He could only feel sorrow rushing into his heart. There was no difference between good and evil, between men and women, and there was no meaning in this world. At this moment, the Emperor Ming only had this eternal heart.

A love that had been dormant for a thousand years, waiting to break the shackles... If speaking of era and identity as a mistake when Emperor Ming met, then in the cycle of reincarnation, please wait for Emperor Ming's warm hand. This time, the Emperor Ming would hold onto this part tightly … Imprisoning Love.

In the next life, as long as you are a normal and ordinary man, Emperor Ming only need to extend his arms and hug you, not the void. Eternal life, just like the moonlight lingering around your body on a moonlit night, never to part for even a moment! Lu'er, please forever remember this, this is what Emperor Ming promised me … An eternal agreement.