Chapter 108 Chapter 51: The Tomb of the Tibetan King

Whenever my mother saw me sitting sadly alone, she always sighed, and she blamed herself for insisting on bringing me back to modern times.She is so sure that if I stay in Datang, that Chengji whom she has never met before will definitely change his mind and still hold me in the palm of his hand and be his happy little wife. Seeing my mother always worrying about me like this, I was naturally very sorry, so I proposed to go out to the island to relax. The mother began to hesitate, and then said: "Forget it, you have been trapped on this island at a young age, I'm afraid it will be even more difficult to see through. It's also good to walk around. It's just that without the spiritual protection of the island, you will be able to see through it." Be careful."

I smiled and said, "What are you afraid of? Didn't the chi-patterned jade that locked my soul stay in Datang? Big deal, take me to Datang again!" Mother smiled and nodded, which was a tacit consent. When I asked my mother if she would go out with me, my mother refused.For practitioners, the outside world is too noisy; besides, Cuili Island has so many like-minded people gathered together, it is a rare treasure to improve one's spiritual power, and even when grandma died, she would rather be buried here. She refused to be sent back to her hometown. After resting on the island for three months, I took a boat back to land, and then took a plane to travel around Europe and Southeast Asia for several months. I still seemed to be out of my mind. Perhaps, the soul still attached to the jade was missing. , I'm really not complete.

Bored, I flew back to my hometown. The scenery of my hometown hasn't changed much, except that the willow embankment where I walked with Jing Qian that day has been renovated again, adding green belts and planting many common flowers. I was walking alone on the willow embankment, and when I was feeling emotional, I suddenly saw a familiar figure among the people walking across the road. My heart skipped a beat, and I hurried to the newsstand by the roadside, and buried my head deeply. Go and pretend to be reading a newspaper.It wasn't until the same familiar gentle whisper drifted away from her side that she raised her head and looked at his back.

It's Jing Qian. He was pushing a small stroller, and he was walking forward slowly with a woman. There were faint murmurs of the baby and the laughter of the woman, blown by the wind. He once loved me, loved me very much, but finally let go.Why should I add to his troubles? I was obsessed with the newspaper, and when I was in a trance, I suddenly felt that the boss of the book booth looked at me strangely, and then I felt that I was extremely rude, so I hurriedly threw the change to him, grabbed the newspaper indiscriminately and ran away. After running for a while, I grabbed the newspaper and was about to throw it away. I caught a glimpse of a line of big bold characters: "Part of the tomb of the King of Tibet has been excavated, and it is suspected to be the tomb of Princess Wencheng." Exhibited in the Mausoleum Exhibition Hall".

I just felt a burst of blood rushing up. Princess Wencheng!Network! Without hesitation, I called a taxi and headed to the airport. Luoluo, Luoluo, I see you are here, even though it has been thousands of years. It seems that there is always a feeling in my heart that I am getting closer to Luoluo, and I am getting closer to Datang. Maybe, I am also getting closer to Hegan Chengji, who loves me and hates me. Two days later, I got off the plane, changed trains from Luoxi, and went straight to Qiongjie County in the southeast.The Mausoleum of the Tibetan King is located in Mure Mountain in Qiongjie County.This is not only the birthplace of ancient Tibetans, but also the hometown of Songtsan Gampo. The climate is suitable, the ground is wide and wide, the land is rich, the scenery of mountains and rivers is also very beautiful, and the natural conditions are very good. It is no wonder that Songtsan Gampo will put the tomb site Choose here.

As if something was calling me, when I got out of the car, I walked forward involuntarily and went straight to the exhibition hall of the Tibetan King's Mausoleum. Everything seems to go back to a long time ago, old wooden utensils, rusty silver utensils, well-preserved brocade, and sheepskin with oaths written on it... There seemed to be tears rolling in the eyes again. In the blur, I was amazed to see a large group of people crowded in front of a certain glass shelf. I took a closer look and was stunned for a moment. Very simple paintings of ladies in the Tang Dynasty, dressed in windy clothes, beautiful, bright and plump, with peaceful and happy faces.But that appearance makes me more and more startled, that, that is clearly the portrait of Rong Shu'er!But Rong Shu'er, when did she ever have such a peaceful expression?She seems to live very tired forever, always struggling in Datang's life, never finding her own happiness.

Where does her happiness come from? And this kind of beauty painting is surprising to me, but why are others wondering? He heard the word signature in a daze, and when he was busy looking at it, he almost lost his breath. The steady and beautiful calligraphy has gone through more than 1,300 years and is still clearly recognizable: the signature is actually "Rong Shu'er in June 644 AD"! Year of the Christian era!Where did the year of AD come from in the Tang Dynasty?And there are also Arabic numerals!Don't tell those archaeological old masters to die strangely! AD 644 should be the eighteenth year of Zhenguan in Tang Dynasty, but didn’t I go to Mount Shambhala in May of the seventeenth year of Zhenguan in Tang Dynasty and return to modern times?

What's even more frightening is that I can fully recognize that the font is actually my own handwriting! Has Rong Shu'er stayed in Datang?But shouldn't it be just a body that stays in Datang?Hasn't the real soul returned to modern times? If my soul is really still in Datang, then who am I when I come back now? Am I Yunxiyue, or Rong Shu'er? "You are Rong Shu'er! Rong Shu'er! Come back quickly! Come back..." In a daze, I only heard someone calling me. who is it?Chengji, Chengji, is that you? I stretched out my hand hard enough to reach the place where the voice came from.Chengji, I once gave up on you because of your hatred, but I will not give up now, no matter whether you hate me or love me.I will untie the knot that I have tied in your heart with my own hands.

Dazzling white lights flashed one after another, and my consciousness gradually blurred. The only remaining idea in the blur was to pursue that voice, the voice that kept calling me. Seung-gi, Seung-gi, here I come... I tried my best to stretch out my hand in the direction that called me, trying to reach forward, hoping to touch a trace of the warmth I was familiar with... ...Unexpectedly, I really touched it.I clasped that hand as if I had found a treasure; that hand also quickly held mine, and then the other hand surrounded my hand so softly and powerfully, warm, comfortable, but moist.

"Rong Shu'er, Rong Shu'er! Is that you? Are you back?" My hand was pulled to someone's cheek, and I stroked it lightly, but from time to time I let my hand pierce the stubble's hard thorn, The piercing was a bit painful, and I couldn't help but let me groan. I managed to open my eyes, but I saw a man with a pale face and a short mustache looking at me in disbelief, his lips were trembling, and his staring eyes seemed round and big because of his thin cheeks. Dazzling brilliance. "Chengji!" I stretched out my finger, and carefully slid it over his face, feeling his warmth and stubbornness, and said softly, "You should shave!"

Chengji was stunned, his face changed several times into smiles and tears, and he suddenly picked me up, spun around on the spot and shouted: "Rong Shu'er, you're back, are you here?" Finally back! I knew that you would come back, you will definitely come back!" I was dizzy from being turned by him, and couldn't help moaning: "Can you put me down?" "Don't let it go, don't let it go!" Hegan Chengji stopped turning, stared at me with his head down and said, "I let you go, what if you run away again?" Silly boy, even if I want to go, it is my soul to go, what is the use of you hugging my body?I rolled my eyes, angry and funny, but more turned into choked sobs.Afraid that he would see my tears, I hurriedly turned my face away, and quietly wiped the tears on his clothes. Hegan Chengji put me on the bed, looked at me carefully, and said with a smile, "Why are you crying?" Then he hugged me in his arms, rubbing his cheek against me, besides the piercing beard, I still felt When they got to the wet area, they asked him back, "Then why are you crying?" He Gan Chengji almost jumped up, and said: "I didn't cry! Is it worth crying for such a cruel woman like you?" I lowered my head and said softly, "I... did not treat you well that day. I was too cruel." He Gan Chengji's eyes were red, and he said angrily: "I didn't mean that. I, I don't blame anything, I just blame you for why you went like this, you are...willing to do like me, and you still have to leave I'm going, I... I don't hate you so much that I want to kill you!" Seeing his angry and complacent expression, I couldn't help but blushed and lowered my head deeply.From the look on his face when I woke up, I knew that he probably already knew about my stay in Luoyan Tower that night, so it can be seen that what my mother said was right.Maybe he hated me more than he loved me at that time, but if he added another weight to the side of love, the balance would immediately tilt to the side of love.However, I am very curious, even if love is more than hate, what kind of motivation made him abandon his official position and go to Tubo to guard my body left here, and I am afraid that the time of guarding is not short. They are so long! It was probably rare for Hegan Chengji to see my youngest daughter's shyness, he just looked at me stupidly, kissed my forehead lightly, and said to me in a very soft tone: "Don't leave me, Rong Shu'er."