Chapter 127 World Five (Twenty-nine)
The soul has returned to its place, and the cycle of reincarnation can no longer continue. Prince Rong Zhao's figure resembles a cypress, elegant and graceful. He wishes to return to the Nine Heavens, but the treasured fan tugs at his sleeve, still looking bewildered. Prince Rong Zhao's brows furrowed slightly, wondering if, after several lifetimes in the mortal realm, the treasured fan might have forgotten how to use its immortal magic, harnessing the clouds and mist, and return to the Nine Heavens.
He opened his thin lips slightly, and a cold and indifferent voice sounded: "Stupid."
But Prince Rong Zhao did not just abandon the "stupid" treasure fan at the door of the mortal world. Instead, he raised his hand and grasped the colorful silk thread tied to the slender wrist bone of the treasure fan in his palm.
Prince Rong Zhao exerted a little force, and the silk thread pulled the fragile body, and the precious fan leaned tightly against his arms.
Her eyes, like the clear spring water of a precious fan, were filled with reliance and trust in Crown Prince Rong Zhao. She timidly clung to Crown Prince Rong Zhao's arm like a delicate vine. Her cheek, as white as warm jade, pressed against Crown Prince Rong Zhao's cool brocade robe.
Because of the chill, Baoshan shivered slightly and said softly, "Master, it's so cold."
Prince Rong Zhao's eyes were deep and cold, like ice, and he was as stubborn as a rock, not knowing how to show mercy to a woman. He did not speak a word to comfort Bao Shan. But Bao Shan could feel the warmth enveloping her slender body.
Because he had recovered his original soul before finishing this life, in order to prevent unrest in the mortal world and hinder the operation of the Heavenly Dao, Prince Rong Zhao gave up some of his magic to erase the traces of himself and the treasure fan. All related memories became like thick fog in the forest, and could not be seen clearly.
At the same time, everything else will happen naturally.
Ninth Heaven, under the marriage tree.
Fuling looked at the scene in the illusion sea that was gradually becoming clearer. Her brows, which were originally furrowed with worry, instantly relaxed. She stood up straight, smoothed out the wrinkles on her dress, and waited for the treasure fan with great anticipation.
As soon as Baoshan's slender figure appeared in the ninth heaven, he heard Fuling's soft call.
"Treasure fan!"
The passage of time is different between heaven and earth, but Baoshan's longing for Fuling is equally profound.
She left Prince Rong Zhao's arms without noticing his cold brows and increasingly gloomy expression.
Baoshan ran towards Fuling. She was still wearing the dress from the Mortal Gate Palace.
The breeze blew her skirt, causing it to sway in a round shape, just like the green lotus leaves among the lush willows and beautiful lotus flowers being blown by the wind.
Fuling embraced Baoshan's soft body, and smelled the unique lotus fragrance of Baoshan at the tip of her nose, and her beating heart gradually calmed down.
"Have you ever suffered in the mortal world?"
The precious fan shook its head gently.
Fuling's eyes were slightly red, and she refused to believe it: "Are you still lying to me? Although Huanhai can only see the door for a short moment, he has seen the bite marks on your wrist and the scarlet marks on your body... I have seen them once or twice. You must have been bullied..."
Seeing Baoshan's well-behaved and docile appearance, Fuling felt more and more pity for him, thinking that Baoshan was weak in character and refused to tell him about the suffering he was going through in the mortal world.
Bao Shan's cheeks suddenly flushed with shame, and her gentle voice became hesitant: "It's not bullying...it's..."
How can one say this?
Should Baoshan tell Fuling that those were traces of sexual intercourse between a man and a woman, left by Prince Rong Zhao? That would be so embarrassing.
Immortal Yueyuan, who was nestled beside the marriage tree, was trying hard to suppress his smile and watching from the sidelines.
It was not until Immortal Yueyuan saw the coldness of Crown Prince Rong Zhao, as if quenched by ice, that he interrupted, "Stop talking nonsense."
Immortal Yueyuan bowed to Crown Prince Rong Zhao and said, "Your Highness has returned from training. From poverty and humbleness to wealth and nobility, and now to the honor of being above everyone else, you have gained a comprehensive understanding of everything. I believe that everything your Highness has wished for has been fulfilled."
What Prince Rong Zhao wanted when he came to the mortal world was to prove his cold-heartedness and take this opportunity to cut off his emotional ties.
Immortal Lord Yueyuan raised his hand, and a round white jade stone shining with a soft glow appeared in his palm.
"Your Highness, would you like a test?"
Unexpectedly, Crown Prince Rong Zhao refused. His slightly cold gaze flitted over Fuling, who was chatting happily with him, completely forgetting his treasured fan. His voice was a bit cold and hard: "Not today."
After saying this, Prince Rong Zhao left gracefully.
Baoshan whispered to Fuling about the interesting stories of the Mortal World Gate. Fuling listened attentively, stroked Baoshan's hair, and asked softly, "So, are you happy in the Mortal World Gate?"
Baoshan nodded gently: "Although I have no memory of my past lives in the mortal world, I am happy to think that I was always by my master's side."
Fuling's eyes were dim.
Bao Shan hugged Fuling tightly and said softly, "It would be even happier if Sister Fuling were here too."
Fuling felt warm in her heart, with a thousand thoughts in her mind: no matter how the world changes, in her eyes, the treasure fan will always be Liu Shengheyan's little lotus.
Although she looks weak, she makes people feel soft-hearted and can't let go.
When the Immortal Lord Zhenyu returned to the Ninth Heaven, the Marriage Tree was empty and he thought about his experience in the mortal world.
Even someone with a good temper like the Immortal Lord Zhenyu was made upset by the anger.
Prince Rong Zhao recognized his true identity, but forgot about him when he returned to the Ninth Heaven.
Immortal Lord Zhenyu can only spend his life as the Sixth Prince Rong Zhenyu.
In Rong Zhenyu's dreams, there always appears a weak woman, but Rong Zhenyu cannot see her appearance clearly.
But he was extremely certain that the woman in his dream was a rare beauty.
Fragments of memory gradually surfaced in Rong Zhenyu's mind. He pulled the eunuch in the palace and asked, "Among the noble ladies, is there anyone named Baoshan?"
The eunuch thought for a moment and said, "Never."
Rong Zhenyu couldn't believe it. Baoshan had clearly appeared, and they were cuddling close to each other. Baoshan was also going to be his sixth prince's consort. How could Baoshan suddenly disappear from the door?
Rong Zhenyu went to ask the queen and got the same answer.
"Treasure fan? Yu'er, could it be that you wanted to marry a wife, so you imagined someone like that?"
Rong Zhenyu shook her head.
The Queen said earnestly, “If you have taken a fancy to a noble lady from a certain family, please come to me and I will give her to you as your principal wife.
But marry a virtuous woman, and don't raise a girl who doesn't know the rules like the Yao family did."
The Yao family, having spied on the emperor, were stripped of their wealth and reduced to slavery. The emperor's mercy was evident in the fact that they were spared from utter extermination. However, Yao Chunru, the daughter of the Yao family, seemed driven mad, shouting that she was not Yao Chunru, but some other princess, completely devoid of all dignity.
Rong Zhenyu looked indifferent, but said firmly, "There are no other noble ladies."
He only wants the treasure fan.
But there was no woman named Baoshan in the world. Rong Zhenyu searched for a long time. He left the palace and traveled to every land, but he could not find the shadow of the person in his dream.
Rong Zhenyu finally returned to the palace and stood under a high vermilion wall, lost in thought.
Not long after, Rong Zhenyu fell ill and died soon.
After taking Rong Zhenyu's pulse, the imperial physician solemnly advised her that this was a heart disease that could not be cured, and that she needed to be more open-minded.
Rong Zhenyu didn't take it to heart. If one could not worry about everything, then he would be a saint, not Rong Zhenyu.
Rong Zhenyu closed his eyes beside the red wall. Before he lost consciousness, he vaguely saw the weak figure in his dream walking towards him.
Rong Zhenyu looked at her with lowered eyebrows and a faint smile, her voice as clear as spring water.
"Sixth Prince, I am very happy with this pair of clay dolls..."
Just be happy.
Whenever he thought of his experiences in the mortal world, the Immortal Lord Zhenyu would feel a pang of pain in his heart, and it would take a long time for him to calm down.
His true soul gradually awakened only after his body and soul disappeared.
Immortal Zhenyu exuded a cool aura. With a slight lift of his wide sleeves, he shook off many of the leaves from the marriage tree. The silk plaque tied to the tree rustled.
Immortal Lord Yueyuan felt something and appeared in front of the marriage tree.
"Immortal Zhenyu, thank you for your hard work."
Immortal Lord Zhenyu ignored him. His eyes were stern, completely unlike his gentle and polite self in the past.
"When I return, I will hand over the lotus's true form."
Immortal Lord Yueyuan tried every possible means but still couldn't make Immortal Lord Zhenyu smile. He had no choice but to lead Immortal Lord Zhenyu to find the treasure fan.
The willows are lush and the lotus is gorgeous. Baoshan sits in front of the lotus pond, her two tender feet soaking in the cool water.
She was holding a porcelain bottle in her hand, and her cheeks were full of drunkenness.
When the Immortal Lord Zhenyu saw the white, his heart suddenly beat fast. He moved sideways to block the Immortal Lord Yueyuan's sight, pulled out a piece of gauze and threw it into the pool.
The crimson veil covering the tender white feet makes them look even whiter and more gorgeous.
Baoshan tilted her head slightly and looked at the two immortal kings. Her brows relaxed and she showed a gentle smile.
"The truth..."
The heartbeat of the Immortal Lord Zhenyu became more and more intense. At this moment, he could not tell whether the name called out by the treasure fan was the Immortal Lord Zhenyu or the mortal Rong Zhenyu.
The two looked at each other, and in Baoshan's clear and bright eyes, the figure of Zhenyu Immortal Lord was reflected, like a mirror, reflecting everything he was thinking.
The look in Baoshan's eyes when she looked at Zhenyu Xianjun was clean and pure, gentle and respectful, but without a trace of affection at all.
A dull pain swelled in his heart, and the Immortal Lord Zhenyu's brows furrowed slightly. He should have regarded the various events of the Mortal Realm as illusions. After all, they were merely training, so why take them to heart? However, in the Mortal Realm, he had lost his memory and acted according to his nature, and the same was true for the treasured fan...
Immortal Zhenyu did not speak, his eyes trembled slightly, and he looked at him with confusion.
The Immortal Lord Yueyuan spoke to break the silence, and told Baoshan the whole story of the Immortal Lord Zhenyu coming down to earth to protect the treasure fan.
Among these, of course, the reason why the Immortal Lord Zhenyu came to the mortal world was to ask for a lotus, the original shape of the treasure fan.
Baoshan pursed her lips, which were already rouge-colored, and their color became even more beautiful.
Seeing this, the Immortal Lord Zhenyu wanted to speak, but the little lotus was something he thought about day and night, and he couldn't let it go for a moment, so he became hesitant.
Bao Shan whispered, "I'm grateful to the Immortal Lord Zhenyu for coming down to earth to protect me. Although I didn't personally promise to give Lotus, Sister Fuling was also concerned about my safety. It's just that—"
Bao Shan lowered her eyebrows slightly and said: "This is in the shape of a lotus, placed with the owner to be nurtured."
Baoshan stood up from the pool and walked to the shore. Her dress, as thin as a cicada's wing, created ripples on the water.
"I will go find the master and get the lotus back in its original form."
Xiaohan Palace.
Prince Rong Zhao stretched out his fingers and fiddled with the delicate little lotus, causing the petals to curl up together.
This shy look made Prince Rong Zhao's eyes darken, and he thought of another lotus that was equally slender and fragile.
The red lotus is so soft and tender that you can’t let it go.
"Owner."
Prince Rong Zhao withdrew his fingers, his expression normal, and looked at the treasure fan with a stern face.
"What is it?"
Baoshan's small, white and tender earlobes turned red, and she looked shy, just like the little lotus that Prince Rong Zhao had just played with.
Prince Rong Zhao's heart moved slightly, as if he realized something.
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