Chapter 220 Rest in Peace
Qingqing is not the name of the empress, but an intimate nickname in ancient times, and also a nickname between husband and wife.
To kiss you and love you is called your love; to cherish you and love you is called your love.
If I don't call you qing, who will?
The sun is for morning, the moon is for evening, and you are for morning and evening.
My dear, you are everything to me.
“My dear…”
The man's broken voice whispered over and over again as hard as he could.
He probably really had his long-cherished wish fulfilled and was about to die happily.
The underground palace was quiet, the candlelight cast a honey-colored glow all over the ground. The woman stood upright, lowering her eyes to look at the man's black hair. The man, who had mistaken her for his beloved, struggled with all his strength, but his bones seemed to be rigid and fixed, and he could not lift his head. In his hazy vision, he could only see the fluttering skirt and the delicate flowery shoes.
“My dear…”
The man held on to his last breath, stubbornly wanting to see his lover.
He couldn't listen to anything else, didn't think rationally, the red thread of lovesickness was tangled into a ball, tightly binding his flesh and blood, squeezing his eerie white bones, wishing that the marrow would splash out in the next second. As the deep pain entangled him, it clamored to make his soul fall apart.
Look at me.
Touch my cheek.
Respond to me.
Whatever, please let me verify your authenticity.
Finally, she squatted down sadly, and her fresh fragrance enveloped the man.
Jun Lin stretched out his hands and gently held the man's cheeks. When his night-like pupils saw his facial features clearly, they spread like a raging fire. The color of his eyes deepened little by little, and a shocking wave rose in his heart.
Although badly stained, his facial features that were still recognizable were exactly the same as those of the powerful King of Southern Xinjiang.
The man's pale, scabby lips curled up into a sad smile, and his cloudy, lifeless eyes showed that he was unconscious at the moment.
Every day he saw the King of Southern Xinjiang, always in men's robes. It had been too long, so long that when he could no longer linger, it seemed as if the gods had finally taken pity on him and sent Qingqing to pick him up.
The hem of her skirt is very beautiful, just as beautiful as the hem of her skirt that was blown up by the wind on that spring day when we first met.
"emperor……"
Jun Lin said softly: "Emperor...?"
"Brother...brother said you were dead..."
"If you are so afraid of pain, why do you want to...take poison to commit suicide..."
His long eyelashes trembled and a tear slid down the side of his cheek and wet Jun Lin's fingers.
"Qingqing...Qingqing, does it hurt a lot..."
No matter how much humiliation and beatings the King of Southern Xinjiang inflicted on him, he could not shed a tear. But at this moment, the joy and pity of regaining the treasure made him cry like a child.
Jun Lin could see that his life was coming to an end, and the sadness of the last day was slowly coming to an end.
The man was like a bird that would fly to a warm place, rubbing the woman's soft palm affectionately.
"My dear...?"
After a long while, Jun Lin raised his other hand to tidy up his messy hair and softened his voice: "What's wrong?"
The man closed his eyes and leaned against her palm with peace of mind, his breathing gradually becoming lighter: "You really came to pick me up..."
His breath was thin and the smile on his lips was peaceful and satisfied.
With this kind of person and in this situation, Jun Lin gave up the idea of asking him for more information and just let him cling to him for warmth without saying anything.
Now that this has come to this, let’s just give him a ride.
The suffering soul should not remain in rest until the very end.
In just a brief moment when he closed his eyes, countless fragments flashed through the man's mind like a kaleidoscope.
His royal brother pushed him to the throne of Southern Xinjiang.
He was diligent in state affairs, and was responsible for the affairs of his ministers, enriching the harem and having offspring.
I fell in love with you at first sight while boating on the lake in spring.
They got married, loved each other deeply, and after they became queens, they declared their exclusive love to southern Xinjiang.
The twin brothers who were kept by their brother and kept hiding in the dark, turned out to have been secretly in love with Qingqing for many years before he met her.
The younger brother became ambitious and showed enough value to the emperor, who agreed to give him up. However, overnight, the country changed hands, the real King of Southern Xinjiang was imprisoned in the underground palace, his lover was taken away by his younger brother, and the people of Southern Xinjiang knew nothing about it.
The queen had a fiery temper and refused to obey, eventually committing suicide by taking poison. The twin brothers were in so much pain that they became addicted to the evil sorcery and manipulation techniques of witches. They locked up the body in a mad and dark way, imprisoning it in a perverted and terrifying way.
Beneath his gentle and fair appearance, the younger brother's ruthlessness and madness are what the emperor admires most.
Unfortunately, he discovered it too late.
There is no turning back.
"My dear...how is the weather outside today?"
"It's great. It's sunny and there's a bit of wind but it's not too hot."
"Are the twin lotuses we raised still alive?"
"It's alive. When I came here, I saw that it was full of flowers."
"That's good……"
He smiled and closed his eyes, his breathing gradually disappearing.
Jun Lin lowered his eyelashes, and the lines of his back were slightly unnaturally tense.
She lied.
Today is a cloudy day without any sunshine.
The twin lotuses in the pond had long been cleared by the King of Southern Xinjiang and replaced with thousand-petal lotuses.
She is not the so-called sweetheart.
This couple.
A person who was replaced and trapped in a dark underground palace, worse off than a beggar, suffering from lovesickness that tore his heart and bones, and crying with sorrow and agony that made him wish he was dead.
A person who is still tied to the person he hates even after his death, his body rotting and his soul imprisoned, allowing the evil insect sacs attached to his body to move around and control him.
So sad.
How do lovers grow old together?
It cannot be sought, it cannot be asked, it cannot be kept.
They cannot grow old together.
"Crescent Bay..."
The man's weak and dying breath was barely audible, but Jun Lin, who had been paying attention to his condition, was the first to lean over and listen.
"Liuxian Pavilion...in the scroll..."
His cheek left Jun Lin's palm, and his cloudy eyes finally cleared up for a moment.
"Thank you……"
The last two words came out of his lips, and the man lowered his head with a smile on his face, and he died no more.
At the last moment of his life, he finally recognized it.
That's not his sweetheart.
Jun Lin remained silent for a while with one hand extended, then stood up and left the underground palace without saying a word.
Her clean dress was stained with a foul odor, but she seemed to be unaware of it or not to care at all, and her delicate features were firm.
The king of Jing State still squatted down, stretched out his watch to express his respect to this unknown lord of southern Xinjiang, and sent him off for the last time.
The other party also gave corresponding thank you gifts.
Jun Lin came out of the underground palace and went out through the window, his light steps seeming to be walking on the moonlight.
There is a waterside pavilion in the palace called Crescent Bay, where the Empress loved to stay to enjoy the scenery. Jun Lin took out a piece of wire to pry open the copper lock and sneaked into the pavilion, then walked straight towards the paintings.
She took the painting down and examined it carefully but found nothing. Her frown deepened. Suddenly, the inconspicuous circular pattern on the side of the sandalwood scroll at the very edge of the scroll caught her attention. Jun Lin explored and pressed it. The sound of the mechanism turning came from the sandalwood scroll. The light reddish-brown shaft changed in a myriad of ways, just like her treasured modern Da Vinci cipher cylinder, which was amazing.
The classic cipher cylinder has five dials, each with ten numbers from zero to nine. You only have one chance to enter the answer when you turn the dial. If the answer is correct, you can take out the secret map hidden in the axis. If the answer is wrong, the mechanism automatically destroys everything.
Jun Lin didn't know what was hidden in it, so she didn't dare to act rashly. She decided to find an opportunity to let Shen Sinian send it to Lin Junhuai to try.
When it comes to mechanical skills, there is no better person around her than Lin Junhuai.
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