Chapter 64 Chapter 64 "Who will love the real her?"...
At this sensitive moment, Jiu Zhao immediately noticed that Zhu Yan's address had changed.
Now that he remembered her warning not to address him as Your Highness in Yunshengshi, he should be fully awake.
However.
Being sober also has its disadvantages.
It wasn't long before she considered Zhu Yan a half-friend and was forced to accept the fact that he had a crush on her.
Jiu Zhao felt more and more uncomfortable the more he thought about it.
"How are you?"
She asked dryly, just to make conversation.
Zhu Yan stopped at an arm's length away from her, lowered his head and said, "It's nothing serious. Just make it through the full moon night."
Jiu Zhao was shocked. "Don't try to fool me. After vomiting so much blood, how can you say you're not seriously injured?"
Zhu Yan, rebuked by her warning, put his hands behind his back, hesitated for a moment, and finally confessed, "I'm still young, so the effects aren't significant... It's just that when I first became ill as a child, my father asked the head of the Divine Doctor's Bureau, Xingyao, to come and take my pulse. He said that if this congenital weakness can't be cured, my lifespan will be only half that of an ordinary immortal."
To get only half is like dying young in the prime of life.
Jiu Zhao originally thought that being born by a lowly immortal slave and being harmed by her legitimate brother because of her talent was already miserable enough.
Unexpectedly, God played more than one joke on Zhu Yan.
She vaguely understood why the other party, despite his exceptional strength, was being ignored like an alien. She also saw the young man, who hadn't eaten or drunk anything all night, his pale, dry lips continuing to move. "Xingyao Immortal is a master of medicine. Within a few thousand years of leaving this prophecy, my hair had completely turned white from lack of vitality. There's no need to expend effort and effort nurturing a son with a short lifespan, no matter how gifted he might be—"
"After seeing this, my father completely gave up on me."
The amazement he felt when he first saw Zhu Yan flashed before Jiu Zhao's eyes again.
With long silver hair and emerald eyes, he stood out among his dark-haired brothers and sisters.
It turns out that behind this breathtaking beauty, there is such deep pain hidden.
Jiu Zhao couldn't help but feel pity. "Xingyao Immortal Official has traveled the Three Realms for tens of thousands of years. Although I've never met her, I know she has a reputation for killing people with her healing. Since she diagnosed you with premature aging, didn't she leave behind any corresponding treatment methods?"
Zhu Yan turned his face slightly to avoid her inquiring gaze.
He paused, then slowly shook his head.
…
Then the atmosphere became quiet again.
With the interruption of the previous conversation, Jiu Zhao's discomfort dissipated a lot.
The more she thought about it, the more pitiful she felt for Zhu Yan.
Because of this layer of sympathy, she suddenly felt that there was no need to make everything clear in life - after this encounter, she knew that he rejected her invitation to travel in order to find a secluded place to endure the attack of his weakness, so she would just avoid him next time.
The reason he was so at a loss earlier must be because he hadn't been confessed to much since he was a child. Just like Yingluo, with so many admirers who kept confessing their feelings, even if he rejected them, he could still treat them with a normal heart and get along well.
Everything is no big deal.
Just when Jiu Zhao was about to convince himself, pretend nothing happened, and force a smile to Zhu Yan and tell him to go back.
The young man in front of him, who had been waiting for a long time but had no follow-up, suddenly produced a long zither out of thin air.
He pulled out a long sword from the mechanism under the piano, then held it in both hands and knelt down in front of Jiu Zhao.
“!”
This action scared Jiu Zhao.
Zhu Yan raised his sword high, above his head, and pleaded, as if ready to be killed: "No matter what the reason, no matter what the circumstances, it was indeed my fault last night. It was my actions that blasphemed the young lady. Please punish me."
Punishment is brought down, what punishment?
Could it be that she was going to execute him with this sword?
Jiu Zhao's ears rang at an inopportune time with the low moan that Zhu Yan made last night as he comforted himself.
Come to think of it, she had seen what people who were deeply trapped in obsession and illusion were like.
She herself is a precedent.
If someone were to see something they long for but cannot obtain before their eyes while in prison, how many people would be able to resist the instinct to possess it?
Zhu Yan was slightly awakened by a few slaps, and was able to consciously resist the temptation of the illusion, covering his face and begging her to leave. This self-control was something she could not match - what's more, if she had not followed Zhu Yan invisibly, she would not have experienced this series of events.
Jiu Zhao just wanted to turn the page quickly, and then pretended to be indifferent and said, "Forget it, you are my follower, I have to be tolerant of you. Besides, I followed you here invisibly just because I wanted to see why you rejected me, so I was wrong.
"Don't bring this up again..."
Before Jiu Zhao could finish her words, Zhu Yan, holding the sword in the harp, took a few steps on his knees and kowtowed firmly: "If it weren't for the young lady following me out of concern, I would have died here yesterday from a blood clogged trachea. Young lady, you are so kind, but Yan has transgressed this. He truly deserves death!"
He finally mentioned the four words "transgression in mind" bluntly.
After the slender neck was bent and fell to the ground, it never lifted up again. Jiu Zhao lowered his eyes, in which he saw a sharp sword blade flashing with cold light. Further down, he saw his long black hair winding on the ground and touching the hem of her skirt - so humble, so pious, and so unquestionable.
so.
I won’t explain it clearly here.
You can't go out today, right?
Jiu Zhao sighed in resignation and asked, "When did this start?"
Zhu Yan was caught off guard by her sudden change of attitude and subconsciously lowered his voice: "Which one do you mean, Miss?"
Jiu Zhao took a step back, away from the equally sharp sword shadow and black hair. She shifted her gaze away from him, silently drifting upwards, staring at the irregular rock lines in a trance. "I say—when did you start liking me?"
Zhu Yan blinked.
After trying to digest it for a while, I realized that the other party took my feelings seriously.
Rather than treating it as an error or paradox arising from an illusion.
His heart trembled, even his breathing. The hard edge of his nails dug into his palm, sending waves of pain through him. It took a lot of effort for him to regain his voice, which had briefly lost control. "Miss, do you remember the Spring Feast thirty thousand years ago?"
This long period of time back in time caused a big question mark to appear in Jiu Zhao's head.
The first day of March every year marks the transition between winter and spring.
It was also on that day that the ancestor god created the first gods.
This is a grand event in the Three Pure Heavens. Every ten years, a three-day and three-night banquet is held at the Shengluan Terrace in the middle court of the Second Pure Heaven. This banquet is called the "Spring Retention Banquet." All immortals, regardless of their rank or official position, can attend.
Precisely because it only happens once every ten years, it has lost its novelty over time.
Zhu Yan suddenly asked about one of these events, but Jiu Zhao had no idea how to remember it clearly.
Seeing that Jiu Zhao was slow to speak, Zhu Yan knew that she had already forgotten.
He did not feel disappointed. He set his eyes to an empty space, pretending to recall the past: "That year, I was less than ten thousand years old. I accompanied my father to a banquet for the first time. I saw the lush peach forests surrounding Shengluan Terrace, and the fruits of the peach trees were picked and shared by the immortals attending the banquet.
“I don’t quite understand the rules of the Spring Feast, and my father is busy talking with the Divine Kings and Celestial Immortals he’s familiar with, so he has no time to pay attention to me.
"I saw people picking peaches casually, so I thought of picking one to taste. However, just as I had the idea and reached the peach tree, Meng Chu and his men grabbed me. They dragged me to a corner where there were fewer people, kicked me down, and started scolding me.
"He said the peaches produced by the peach tree are rare, bearing fruit only once every thousand years. Eating one can increase one's cultivation by a hundred years. Even he, a prince, has never tasted it. Who am I to dare to dream of it?"
Zhu Yan's description of Meng Chu's behavior made Jiu Zhao feel ashamed as if he was looking at himself in the mirror.
Everything Meng Chu did, she had done before.
But compared to his stupidity and arrogance, she would at least consider the occasion and do it more covertly if she had to.
Jiu Zhao was feeling a little guilty when she heard Zhu Yan finally talk about her: "Meng Chu's scolding became more and more excessive, and he even insulted my mother. This is intolerable. Just when I couldn't help but want to fight with him, you appeared.
"You brought your maids with you, laughing and clapping your hands as you complained about Meng Chu bullying others. You saw it all. You also said that Meng Chu's cultivation couldn't compare to a bastard's, so you set a trap in such a situation. If you hadn't seen it today, Meng Chu would definitely have gone to complain first.
"Meng Chu, having been caught by your suspicions, had no choice but to let go. Later, as the banquet was about to end, you sent a maid to me a basket of peaches and left a note: 'What a wonderful treat! Only Meng Chu isn't worthy of them. I'll give them all to you.'"
“…”
Although I can't remember.
But listening to Zhu Yan's description, it really seemed like something she could do.
But she stood up for him and drove Meng Chu away to avoid a storm, simply because she couldn't stand Meng Chu's arrogant and foolish look.
For no other reason.
This "hero saving the beauty" left a mark in Zhu Yan's heart and became his obsession for more than 30,000 years.
Jiu Zhao finally understood why Zhu Yan praised him for being a kind-hearted person after just a brief encounter with Cheng Xin Chi.
However, she found it a little difficult to be happy.
Sure enough, everyone likes the good side of everyone and beautifies it infinitely until it becomes the embodiment of perfection in their ideal.
Fuxu loved her, and what he loved was her image as a goddess who was no longer willful and was finally willing to walk the right path.
Zhu Yan loves her because he loves her righteous image of standing up to help others when seeing injustice.
So, who will love the real her?
Love her escapism, vacillation and laziness beneath the appearance of being ambitious.
Love her indifference, selfishness and the desire to watch the show beneath her righteous appearance.
After thinking this through, Jiu Zhao's heart became calmer than ever before.
She took the sword that Zhu Yan offered her, weighed it casually twice, and then threw it to the ground.
It's like throwing away a true heart that is so hot that it hurts.
Accompanied by a crisp clang sound.
She smiled and said, "You can remember such a small thing in your heart for thousands of years. It seems that you really need love. It's a pity that I did that at the time because I thought a one-sided victory was meaningless. I thought that with my support, you would rush forward and fight with Meng Chu, that would be the real show."
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