20demayo Chapter 1103: Spend the New Year in Peace (Finale)
Chapter 1103: Spend the New Year in Peace (Finale)
Shi Anxia was not born as quiet as an ancient well. She was once as romantic as fluttering butterflies and startling birds, and as gentle as walking in the spring rain without an umbrella.
It was in a certain life that Cen Yuan poured poisoned wine down her throat, and the warmth from the rim of the glass cup condensed into unmelting frost between her brows; it was in a certain life that when the city was broken, she jumped off the beacon tower with her blood-stained robe fluttering, and the ten thousand feet of wind tore her skirt into pieces, but planted determination into the bones of her reincarnation.
It was the blood and fire of generations that burned the crescent moon on the eyebrows, and betrayal that froze the cinnabar in the palms, that filled the remaining soul into the sword-making furnace, melted the innocence into cold iron, tempered the warmth into an icy edge, and forged a love-killing knife that would never be unsheathed.
From then on, the silk that is as soft as silk can be broken by twisting your fingers, and the steel that is tempered a hundred times
In a certain life, Shi Anxia's sword had pierced through Cen Yuan's true heart.
She is a female general guarding the border, and he is a hostage of the enemy country.
In the warm tent on a snowy night, she personally undid his shackles and said, "Come on, I'll escort you away. There's always a place for you to stay, no matter where you are."
There was a blaze of fire in his eyes, burning away half his life of loneliness and coldness.
But at dawn, she led the officers and soldiers to encircle and suppress them.
As the rain of arrows pierced his shoulder blades, she clutched the bright yellow imperial edict in her hand, which was three times colder and harder than the frozen soil at the border. "Your Majesty has ordered that the hostage who defected be executed and granted the title of Marquis of Ten Thousand Households."
He laughed heartily, vomiting blood, and broke the arrow shaft from his shoulder, throwing it at her. "General, this sword strikes harder than the wind and snow!"
The pool of blood reflected her back as she turned around. Her armor was not stained by dust, but her heart was aching slightly.
Later, on the day she was conferred the title, the golden seal fell to the ground, creating a deep pit.
Ghost cries could be heard every night in the mansion, and the maids always saw the general wiping his sword by candlelight.
The sword reflected not a cold light, but the afterimage of his clothes fluttering like a red kite with broken wings when he fell off the cliff.
It turns out that the cruelest furnace for refining the heart is the one that you ignite with your own hands, a fire of love fueled by love.
……
The cause and effect of past lives are like a red kite, pecking through the heart and bones, carrying the still-warm blood of the previous life through the cycle of reincarnation.
He chased after the burning shadow in countless lifetimes, trying to piece together the broken mirror of reincarnation.
The netherworld and the azure sky all serve as paths to find her, the sun, moon, and stars all serve as lights to illuminate her path. I search the nine heavens and ten earths, just to fish out a wisp of her remaining soul from the ashes.
Is this madness just an ordinary love sin?
He burned all the purity and brightness of past lives, turning them into the oil of a crazy lamp, and refined all past lives into a pillar of sacrificial fire that burned against the will of heaven.
In this world, there is no love without reason, nor hatred without reason. All passions are watered by blood, and all sharp edges are forged from bones.
When she disappeared into the smoke of war, he chased her into the scorched earth; when she sank in the River of Forgetfulness, he drowned in the River Styx.
It turns out that the cruelest cause and effect is to transform yourself into the calamity monument in the other person's fate that can never be avoided!
Over the course of thousands of years, Cen Yuan finally became a love-sick person.
He would chase Shi Anxia wherever she went.
She married other men more than once.
In one life, when the aroma of wedding wine wafted through the streets, Cen Yuan stood under the eaves across the street and dug five bloody holes in his palms.
His joy was piercing, and his throat tasted irony when he laughed.
That night he got drunk in a deserted temple and carved her name on his wrist.
Every stroke of the knife tip filled half a jar of liquor. The pain was not even one ten-thousandth of the pain her red makeup burned in his eyes.
In her most recent life, she married Emperor Rongguang.
And he is General Weibei, who protects her all her life.
She became his iron wall, and he became her salvo of arrows.
……
The carriage swayed slightly, and the shadows of the lights floated on the brocade curtains.
Cen Yuan's hand tightened around An Xia's slightly cold fingertips, "Xia'er, I'm sorry."
Shi Anxia grabbed his trembling knuckles with her backhand.
A ray of moonlight leaked in from outside the car, illuminating the dimples on her lips. "My dear, I once thrust a poisoned dagger into your spine."
We have settled the grudges of past lives.
Shi Anxia remembered something and took out a dagger from his sleeve and put it in Cen Yuan's hand, "I'll give it back to you."
That was the promise he made to her on the eve of their marriage in this life, "If I betray you, you will kill me with this dagger."
Now, it is no longer needed.
She believed what he said.
In this life, he will not let her down.
Cen Yuan suddenly took off her mask, leaned over, and passionately kissed the throat where he had once poured poison into her.
The wheel tracks rolled over the night dew, and a hint of chestnut fragrance seeped out from the oil-paper bag.
Sweet warmth enveloped the palms of their clasped hands.
The deepest way to let go is to embroider the scars you gave each other into armor that you will wear together for a lifetime.
They finally reconciled with each other and themselves.
The red candles this night are the soul-guiding banners that burn away all old hatreds, and melt the sharp blades of past lives into a furnace of spring water.
As the brocade quilt fluttered, her jade arms wrapped around his shoulder blades, touching the old scars on his body.
In one scene, on the eve of their wedding, he used his arm to block the assassin's sword, just to prevent the sword from hitting the windowsill and disturbing the bride's sleep.
At that time she blamed him and said he was stupid.
It was not until later, when she awakened her past life memories, that she realized that protecting her had become an instinct for him.
It’s so ecstatic at this moment.
Cen Yuan lowered her head and kissed her, but her lips turned away from her red lips, and her teeth nibbled at her soft throat.
It was as if he wanted to chew the arrowhead from his previous life into pieces, swallow it into his hot internal organs and melt it again.
Her groan of pain was stuck in her throat, and turned into a trembling sound that circled his ear, "Qingyu..."
Cen Yuan's heart trembled, and he gasped as he passed the warmth into her lips and teeth.
The two tattered souls collided with each other, causing a rain of stars to fall from the sky.
She bit his collarbone as she trembled.
He kissed the frost away from her eyelashes.
When the morning light penetrated the scarlet veil, the messy clothes on the ground looked like fallen armor.
And between the intertwined breaths, a new lotus blossomed.
To be ecstatic is to turn the soul into ashes, and then mix it with blood and tears to create a new world in which you and I are in each other.
This was the twenty-fifth year after Shi Anxia's rebirth. The palace was decorated with lights and the wedding of her daughter Cen Si and her husband Huo Linchuan had just been arranged.
She was dressed in a crimson fox fur coat and walked slowly through the winding corridors of the palace. The red lanterns below the corridor swayed gently when she flicked them with her fingers.
Nan Yan hurriedly put the hot water bottle into her hand, and suddenly her heart moved, "My Lady, I don't know why, but I always feel that this scene is familiar...
Deja vu? Shi Anxia looked at the golden full moon in the sky and smiled softly.
It took twenty-five years, every stitch was made with blood, every thread was made with tears, and thousands of stitches were used to mend this flawless perfection tonight.
Bei Hui hurried over with a lantern in hand, reporting, "Your Majesty, the Supreme Emperor has sent this servant to tell you that Master Jiyuan is leaving the palace and returning to the North Wing."
Shi Anxia nodded and told Nan Yan to take the prepared gifts with her. When they reached the steps of Chaolu Palace, the palace door happened to be open.
Master Jiyuan came out of the hall with Cen Yuan, smiling.
At that time, Anxia put his hands together in greeting, his sleeves wide and drooping, "The snowy road is long, Master, why don't you stay for a few more days?"
Master Jiyuan had a kind face and folded his hands in greeting. "Beiyi and Xiliang are separated by a river. We are as close as a family. Why is the snowy road so long?"
Everyone laughed.
The couple escorted Master Jiyuan straight to the palace gate and the green-curtained carriage before saying goodbye.
Shi Anxia took the box from Nan Yan and handed it over, "Master, take care! This is a small token of my appreciation."
When the box was opened, there was steaming apricot dew steamed cake.
Master Jiyuan was slightly startled, then took the box and thanked him repeatedly.
After getting on the carriage, he couldn't help but open the box again. White steam wrapped in the fragrance of apricots wafted out, and the cake was as bright and smooth as first snow covering an apricot core.
This is Yuxing on the north slope of Qingyu Mountain! That is his hometown where he became a monk.
But how did the princess know where he was from? He had never told anyone, not even his disciples.
Could it be... Master Jiyuan smiled and picked up the apricot cake and put it into his mouth. The sweet and glutinous taste with a slight bitterness melted under his tongue, like swallowing a mouthful of wind and snow from another world.
This taste is really too old.
After washing his hands and rinsing his rinsing rinse, Master Jiyuan lowered his eyes and twirled his bodhi string. As the wheels of the carriage passed over the long bridge over the Huaixing River, the clamor reached his ears. He reached out to lift the curtain and saw a golden full moon hanging in the sky.
He couldn't help but mutter, "In fact, both sides of the strait share the same cycle."
Somehow, Master Jiyuan suddenly wanted to pray for Princess Haiyan and her husband.
He clasped his hands together and chanted softly, "May all my wishes come true for the rest of my life, untainted by the wind and snow, undeceived by rumors, and may I live my prime years in peace..."
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