113. Life
"What did you do?!"
When Hou Su saw Shang Changheng in the coffin, his voice almost broke with his angry questioning. He rushed towards the coffin in the center of the magic circle as fast as lightning, and a series of screams rang out in the tomb.
Qingling was also shocked. He thought Hou Su would bring people with him, but until Hou Su dodged left and right and rushed down and was surrounded by the attendants, he realized that Hou Su came alone.
The servants were all holding weapons, but Qing Jie shouted in a shocking voice: "Capture him and take him out! Don't let his blood stain the magic circle!"
Hou Su, however, was almost in a state of collapse. He rushed forward desperately, beating and shouting: "Shang Changjun, it's you, it's you! The prince disappeared after you came that day. You killed him, why?!"
"He has fought for the Great Zhou for so many years. He is willing to devote his last efforts for you. Shang Changjun, he is your biological brother!!"
However, Shang Changjun simply put away his hand, which was no longer bleeding, and frowned angrily, "How did he get in? Fight him if you want. Hou Su, this is the mausoleum of King Lie!"
Fierce King.
Shang Changheng's posthumous title was "Lie". Shang Changjun called him that, but no written records were left. Instead, the Dongyi generals who seized the capital Luyuan remembered this posthumous title.
The attendants tried their best to stop Hou Su but did not dare to hurt him. This made them feel helpless. Hou Su had already approached the magic circle. He sneered, "Why would you care about the mausoleum if the person is dead? Did you kill him just to do these evil things? He shouldn't have died like this, he shouldn't have died like this!!"
Perhaps because he could see that these people didn't dare to hurt him, Hou Su soon discovered what they were afraid of. It seemed that these people only wanted to drive him out, but did not dare to leave any wounds on him.
At this time, Qing Jie's old voice also sounded: "General Hou, we are also doing this for the Great Zhou. As long as this method can be successful, King Lie will be no different from immortality, immortal and immortal. By then, we can take back what the Dongyi people have taken from the Great Zhou!"
"Old bastard..." Hou Su smiled, tears in his eyes, and gritted his teeth, "If this good thing really happens, will it be our prince's turn? You bastards are the first to want to live forever!"
Then he raised a knife, the blade fell on his arm, and in front of Qing Jie and Shang Changjun's suddenly widened eyes, he sprinkled his blood into the magic circle watered with the woman's blood.
The corpse gas floating in the tomb suddenly stagnated.
Qing Ling lowered his head and found that Shang Changheng in the coffin had begun to rot. No matter how handsome his face was, it became only hideous and terrifying when it turned into rotten flesh. However, Qing Ling did not feel afraid, only a dull pain in his heart.
The soul trapped in the body seemed to want to break free. Qingling stretched out his hand into the coffin, but another skinny hand as old as tree bark reached out first, grasping a copper cone and piercing through the rotten skull with bones exposed from the top of the head - it was Duan Sheng.
Qing Jie looked at Shang Changjun with a grim look.
"This is fate." Shang Changjun just smiled sarcastically, sighed, and calmly ordered: "Kill him."
At that moment, Qingling seemed to hear the roar of the soul trapped in the corpse, and he finally understood why Shang Changheng died a thousand years ago.
Wei Qingxia died in battle outside Luyuan City, and the day when the Dongyi people will break through the capital is imminent. Qing Jie and Shang Changjun have been secretly bringing back the bodies of those soldiers for corpse refining, intending to use this to fight back. Shang Changheng has the luck of an emperor, and is the other extreme of Qingling, who has a very bad fate - he is also a precious treasure in the eyes of people in the Yin line.
They took the commander-in-chief away from the military tent, killed him and refined his corpse, but Hou Su did not die in the final battle. It was unknown how long it took him to find this place - he died in the underground palace prepared for Shang Changheng.
Shang Changheng's head, which had turned to white bones, was pierced by Duan Sheng, and his soul was trapped in the world of the living and unable to reincarnate.
He heard Qing Jie say: "Something went wrong after all, but it doesn't matter. Since I can't refine the corpse, I can still use my luck and merits."
No…
You can't do this to him...
Qingling listened to them discussing in a calm and indifferent tone, heard the sound of the blade piercing the flesh, and Hou Su was still roaring and cursing "You will not die well" before he died. He wiped his face in a trance and found that he had already been in tears.
He staggered as he supported the coffin and saw Shang Changjun take out a bright red, beating heart from it. Shang Changheng, who had turned into a skeleton, actually had a heart left behind.
"Chang Heng..." Qing Ling lowered his head hastily, but saw only a skeleton that had been decayed to the point where there was no flesh or blood. He choked and called him again and again, wanting to pull out the Duan Sheng that had blocked Shang Changheng's reincarnation and caused him to suffer for a thousand years, but it was all in vain.
Qing Ling lay beside the coffin and cried. His fingertips trembled as he touched Shang Changheng's hand, which only had metacarpal bones left. He could feel Shang Changheng, as it was the only thing he could touch. In the past, Shang Changheng could only vaguely feel his presence. But when he actually touched the cold and hard bones, Qing Ling suddenly collapsed at that moment.
From this moment on, or even earlier, from the moment Shang Changheng's life was cut off, Qing Ling clearly realized that he had lost Shang Changheng, and death would take away everything.
Love is heartache and pity. As early as when Qingling first felt pity for Xie Suo, he was destined to fall in this love.
"It's not over yet." Qing Ling said to Shang Changheng in the coffin, "Changheng, I'm waiting for you, I'm waiting for you."
I am waiting for you, in a small courtyard in a mountain thousands of years later. You will watch me grow up, and then come to marry me with that wedding dress.
Qing Ling cried miserably and woke up in Shang Changheng's arms. He saw the flesh-and-blood Shang Changheng again - even though he was an evil spirit with only a soul.
They were still in the carriage. Qingling buried her cheek in Shang Changheng's neck, hugging him and trembling all over.
The carriage stopped beside a forest. It was still dark. Shang Changheng silently embraced Qingling in his arms and stroked his back again and again until Qingling gradually calmed down. Then he said softly, "I told you everything, Qingling."
"It's you..." Qingling raised his face blankly.
Her long eyelashes were wet with tears, her eyes were red, and there were traces of tears on her face. Such a pretty and elegant face now looked so pitiful as she cried.
Shang Changheng rubbed his soft and warm cheek with his fingertips, wiped away his tears, and whispered: "That's all I remember. I'm with you, and you will see it with your own eyes sooner or later, so I..."
He suddenly couldn't explain anymore. Looking at Qingling who was so sad, Shang Changheng thought to himself, I am such a beast.
Enter a dream.
It is a method of evil.
Qing Ling sobbed and shook his head. He grasped Shang Changheng's cold hand tightly, interlocking their fingers and palms touching.
"I'm sorry." Shang Changheng said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, Qingling."
"No apologies." Qing Ling shook his head. He gently stroked Shang Changheng's cheek with his other hand and whispered with tears in his eyes, "It's you who suffered."
Shang Changheng was speechless at that moment.
Qingling really loves him, openly and honestly.
It was only a moment of distraction, Qingling had already stroked his cheek and kissed him. Shang Changheng put his arms around his waist and lowered his head to deepen the kiss, wishing he could tear the thin and warm Qingling apart, crush her and melt her in his arms. After he finished the kiss, Qingling, who was panting, finally stopped crying, but her lips were still moist and flushed.
"I always make you cry." Shang Changheng gently stroked Qingling's soft cheek with his fingertips and sighed softly, "Qingling, I really..."
I really want you to stop shedding tears and live happily and peacefully in this world for the rest of your life.
But he himself felt it was ironic to say this, so how could he have the right to say this.
"Let's not talk about this anymore." Qing Ling hugged Shang Changheng's neck and asked softly, "You want to take me to Luyuan, not just to go back and take a look, right? Changheng, your karma has not been resolved yet, right?"
Qingling was referring to Luyuan, the name of the former capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, not the current ancient capital of Lucheng.
They put their cheeks together and hugged each other intimately.
Shang Changheng said softly: "Yes, my heart... Shang Changjun has used it to live for a thousand years, I have to take it back."
"That heart..." Qingling suddenly held Shang Changheng's hand tightly, and he asked quickly, "Shang Changjun can...you can too, right?"
“Qingling.” Shang Changheng smiled helplessly and sadly, “He is not completely alive either. Even if he has a heart that he has cultivated for who knows how many lifetimes, the body that has been possessed will gradually rot. What’s more… he possessed a living person.”
In other words, Shang Changjun was able to live until now because someone died for him.
"Forget it then." Qing Ling was not too disappointed. "What are we going to do in Luyuan?"
"Let's end all the things." Shang Changheng suddenly looked up at the sky. The east was getting white, and the long night was about to end. He gently stroked Qingling's long hair, "Those things should have been ended a thousand years ago."
What then?
Shang Changheng didn't say anything.
Qingling didn't ask either.
The sun was rising, and the light was falling on the earth. Qingling yawned a little sleepily, leaned on Shang Changheng's shoulder and said, "I want to sleep a little longer. How long will it take us to reach Luyuan?"
"Walk slowly, don't rush." Shang Changheng held Qingling's hand, held him in his arms, and pulled the blanket that Qingling had slipped off after waking up, wrapped him tightly, and said, "I'll hold you while you sleep."
Shang Changheng has become very adept at taking care of Qingling by now, and even wrapping him in a blanket does it skillfully in one go.
Half of Qingling's face was hidden in the blanket. This time, she slept soundly in Shang Changheng's arms without any dreams.
It was already noon when he opened his eyes again. Shang Changheng took him to some town. The sky was fine and the town was bustling. He was actually awakened by the noisy voices.
"Chang Heng?" Qing Ling pulled his arms out of the blanket and noticed that people were hurrying around. No one noticed that the person sitting in the front of the carriage was curled up in the blanket and sleeping. He asked in confusion, "Why are we here?"
"We've come this far." Shang Changheng laughed softly, "It's better than being in the deep mountains, old forests, or the wilderness, right?"
"Then... us?" Qingling looked at him suspiciously.
"We?" Shang Changheng paused deliberately before continuing, "Let's take a look wherever we go. I haven't really seen the real world. Haven't you always wanted to travel around?"
Qing Ling blinked and responded softly, "Okay."
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