Chapter 46 Chapter 46 "Love, to me, means living and dying together...
Yes, there are only the young Yingluo and Lanqi in Changye Academy.
How could there be Fuxu?
A bitter taste spread across Fuxu's throat.
Perhaps telling himself that these were just the ramblings of a drunkard and not worth paying attention to would make him feel better, but he still couldn't suppress his selfish urge to ask the question he had been avoiding: "So, do you want to go back to your training days at Changye Academy...?"
Choose the past or the present.
Is it better for Ying Luo Lanqi to accompany her, or herself?
In fact, Fu Xu has always avoided comparing himself with his former rival in love. He always believed that it was just Lan Qi's hidden hypocrisy.
But Yingluo’s provocation tonight.
The same illusion that always appears in the inner demon's fantasy world.
All of them evolved into the inner demons that were quietly growing in Fuxu.
They haunted him, seeking a result that actually made no sense at all.
After hearing the question, Jiu Zhao seemed to fall asleep again and did not respond at all.
But Fuxu still refused to let her go, nor himself.
He held his breath and waited stubbornly by the bedside until a whisper as thin as a mosquito rang out:
"……think."
Turning sideways and holding the quilt tightly in his arms, Jiu Zhao couldn't tell whether this question came from the outside world or from his own heart that had been ignored for many days. The past was like a bridge. Once the two broken parts were truly connected, the vague scenes on the other side would appear clearly.
In the face of the drunken state that seemed like a dream or reality, she hid nothing.
He spoke in a broken voice: "Brother, friend, immortal partner, we all want to be together..."
Under the established premise of wanting to go back to the past, Fuxu did not explore why Jiuzhao had three titles in his mouth.
He instinctively combined the two identities of "brother" and "immortal partner" into one to refer to Lan Qi, who was both his adoptive brother and fiancé.
He couldn't understand.
I can't even persuade myself to let it go.
It was clear that Jiu Zhao was expressing his love to her all the time when he was awake.
However.
"Have you never let go of Lan Qi?"
He clenched his fists tightly to support his shaky heart, and Fu Xu's voice was barely audible.
He suddenly didn't want to look at Jiu Zhao anymore.
The more he looked at it, the more confused and frustrated he became.
Jiu Zhao in the Huitian Mirror did not hesitate to die to save him, but the Jiu Zhao in reality was wavering towards her old love.
Fuxu felt genuinely confused.
Is it because the Huitian Mirror has existed for too long and its magical power has been exhausted, causing errors?
Love or not, which one is the real her.
Sitting beside Jiuzhao's bed, listening to her long breathing, Fuxu stayed awake all night.
Invisible emotions and tangible pressures turned into a mountain that covered us up, making it hard to breathe.
As dawn approached, he made a decision with red eyes.
Just like what the God Emperor did in the past, he had to spend half of his divine life to deduce a true answer.
…
Fusang wood roof, Huitian Hall.
After paying the price of half of his divine life, Fuxu's complexion, which had been hard-earned for several months, returned to paleness again.
And within this paleness, there is also another half, which is irreversible despair.
It turned out that the Huitian Mirror was not wrong.
Whether it is an accidental gift or a heavy price paid, the future it gives makes no difference.
Exactly the same scene.
They all died in the same way.
Exactly the same dedication of the soul in exchange for life.
At the end when Jiu Zhao aged and turned into dust in an instant, it finally showed some slight changes.
Following the most formal divine deduction, the shimmering white mirror condensed into a four-character prophecy:
False emotions lead to destruction.
These four words are not obscure. Even those charlatans in Yunshengshi who claim to be fortune tellers can give a decent answer if asked to interpret them.
Delusion means being unreasonable, beyond the norm, and absurd and unreasonable.
When false emotions occur, they destroy everything.
This prophecy caused Fuxu to have new misunderstandings.
If they truly loved each other, Jiu Zhao was willing to sacrifice her life to follow him because she could not accept his death. Perhaps the term "deep love does not last long" would be more appropriate. They were lovers who had received the blessings of the Three Pure Ones, and naturally had a legitimate love.
Why is it "false emotion"?
Countless waves surged in the depths of Fuxu's eyes.
His fundamental purpose was to solve the mystery, but he created more new puzzles like a tangled mess.
Amidst confusion and bewilderment, the words of the God Emperor once again lingered in his ears.
"Jiu Zhao and her mother are so similar. They are both willing to give everything for the one they love."
"So, Fuxu, I want you to promise me. If you can't guide her away from Lan Qi's influence, if you can't teach her how to love properly, then don't let her invest too much affection in you."
Break away from Lan Qi's influence.
Teach her to be right and to love.
Why is Lan Qi here again?
Why doesn't Jiu Zhao seem to be inseparable from him, but is willing to sacrifice his own life in exchange for the reunion of his soul?
Fu Xu covered his forehead with his hands. The throbbing of his veins made him feel dizzy and dazed.
The absurd thought that suddenly emerged in his mind made him groan subconsciously, and his tall body fell to his knees, hunched on the ground.
...Did Jiu Zhao do all this out of true love for him?
Or because Lan Qi, the biggest obsession in her heart, was dead, she had no desire to live, and coupled with the guilt of being unfaithful in love, she simply exchanged her life for his as compensation, saved him and brought him back to the world, and followed Lan Qi to live and die together.
Once you have doubts, there is no way you can avoid investigating them in detail.
Fu Xu despised himself for imagining the act of saving lives to be so unbearable, but at the same time he could not help but repeatedly ponder the possibility of this speculation based on the known clues he had obtained.
In the end, Fu Xu thought that he had finally gone crazy.
His only thought was to rush to the Demon Realm and kill Lan Qi now, and then sacrifice his soul to resurrect him.
Will Jiu Zhao choose to live with Lan Qi, or die with him?
…
Fuxu played out a long story of love, hate and vengeance in his mind.
Returning to the present, only half an hour has passed.
He returned to Lihentian in a daze, lying on the bed with his clothes on until dawn outside, and then he gradually calmed down.
He got up a quarter of an hour later than usual. When he pushed open the palace door, Jiu Zhao was sitting in the pavilion in the garden having breakfast.
The maid Jiangyu massaged the sensitive areas on both sides of her forehead, while Xiangbi stayed by her side, occasionally picking up some side dishes and putting them into her bowl.
"Have you drunk too much? You woke up even later than me."
It was rare to see Fuxu in such a disheveled state, so Jiu Zhao teased him with a smile and ordered the maids to add another set of bowls and chopsticks.
Fuxu sat down in silence.
He and Jiu Zhao ate face to face. The milk and rice porridge in the bowl was cooked to perfection and was very heart-warming and stomach-warming, but he couldn't swallow it.
Noticing something was subtly amiss, Jiu Zhao personally poured him a cup of tea and handed it to him: "What's wrong with you? Why do you look so listless? Did I scare you by getting drunk and losing control last night?"
After taking a sip of the bitter and refreshing tea, Fuxu raised the corners of his lips slightly, enough to deceive others: "Nothing."
Seeing that the other party had turned into the Riddler again, Jiu Zhao felt a little uncomfortable.
But thinking of what Jiangyu said an incense stick ago, "It was the God Fuxu who brought you back and took care of you all night," she touched her nose in disappointment and wondered silently, could it be that she was drunk and mistook him for Yingluo, and said some unpleasant words that she shouldn't have said?
The more she thought about it, the more likely it seemed. She tentatively asked, "After I lost consciousness yesterday, was it Yingluo who asked you to come find me?"
Fuxu shook his head slightly. "I waited for you in Xuanji Palace for a long time, but you didn't come. So I followed your scent and found you and Yingluo drunk in Kuoqing Pool."
It seems that she was most likely drunk and lost her composure.
Before Lan Qi broke off the engagement and abandoned her, Jiu Zhao liked the hustle and bustle and often held banquets in Lihentian.
As the focus of the crowd, drinking is naturally indispensable.
From Lan Qi's brief words, Zhu Ying's complaints, and Jiangyu Xiangbi and the others' hesitation to speak, Jiuzhao knew that he looked bad when drunk.
Whether it's throwing a tantrum, talking nonsense, or getting drunk and then falling asleep, and then falling asleep and waking up again, it's all very troublesome.
Having troubled Fuxu for the entire night, Jiuzhao wanted to make amends, so he slid his butt along the stone benches until he came to the young man's side and took his arm in a flattering manner. "Ah Xu, your birthday is on the same month as Yingluo's, and it's almost here. Do you have any gifts you'd like?"
Fuxu still shook his head: "Don't worry too much. I have been fighting outside for five hundred years, which delayed a lot of military affairs. Now my internal injuries have healed. I plan to ask the emperor for permission in a few days to start inspecting the military defense situation in various places. I don't know whether Shengchen can return to Sanqingtian yet."
"Ah, are you going to be busy again?"
Hearing this, Jiu Zhao couldn't help but feel depressed.
As the god of war, Fuxu is in charge of all the military forces in Sanqingtian. Everyone can see how busy he is.
Otherwise, his residence, the Bimeng Palace, would not have appeared so desolate due to the owner's long absence.
Jiu Zhao didn't take him seriously because their feelings were not strong enough in the past, but now that her love is so strong, how can she bear to let him leave?
Fu Xu patiently coaxed her, "You also know that the throne lacks the support of marriage alliances, and the various tribes are often in turmoil."
As he spoke, he casually mentioned, "You and I have been married for five hundred years. Have you ever thought about this?"
In front of the maids and fairy servants, Jiu Zhao almost blurted out that he had no interest in being the God Emperor.
She stopped the words that were lingering on her lips, stuck out her tongue awkwardly and said, "Forget it, too many men will cause trouble."
"Even if Your Highness is really forced to do so in the future, I will not mind and am willing to get along well with those concubines and their wives."
Fuxu used the terms of address between the monarch and his subject again, and his face was full of seriousness, which made Jiuzhao pause.
What kind of madness is this?
Why are you acting like a good husband and father for no reason?
What about being forced to marry a concubine or a servant someday?
How could she let something beyond her heart influence such a big thing as marrying someone for a lifetime?!
Jiu Zhao racked his brains but couldn't figure it out. The topic of asking what gifts he wanted turned into a discussion about how many concubines he would have in the future.
Her face darkened as she reiterated her unwavering faith in marriage and love: "Stop talking about such boring topics. Since my Father God can insist on having only one wife, Mother God, for his entire life, then I will not let my feelings become fragmented—"
"Don't you understand? I only want you. To me, love means living and dying together, and being together for the rest of our lives."
It seems that if the word "love" is said too often, the brain will strip off the thin layer of sweetness and become automatically immune.
Fuxu kept repeating the words "live and die together" in his heart.
He saw the frustrated and uneasy self deep in his soul, curling up even tighter.
After a hopeless sigh, Fuxu even heard a laugh in his head.
She exchanged her life for his.
But he chose to die with Lan Qi.
Yes, this is what is called a couple who live and die together, a pair of lovers for life.
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