Chapter 10 finale

In a hidden small courtyard behind the temple, Concubine Chun found Yao Ji.The branches of Yunluo in spring are already green, but Yaoji's dress is dragging in it, but it looks like the flowers of the next year, and the bleak whiteness exudes a rotten fragrance. "He is going to die soon," Concubine Chun said. Yao Ji slid down from the short ladder, looking at Concubine Chun, her sunken eyes were big and hollow.Concubine Chun thought it was very strange, she had never seen such a witch aunt, her appearance was crystal clear, like a young girl in her twenties, but her expression was haggard and cold, like a thousand year old elf.Did the various changes on the day of the Blood Mirror Ceremony have a subtle impact on her, or is this just her original appearance?

"I came to you on my own initiative, please don't refuse." Concubine Chun added. The dormitory is heavily guarded.Chains were added to the porch.Because Qing Wang has gone crazy and will do extreme things at any time.Concubine Chun ordered the palace supervisors to take care of King Qing and not let him rush out of the palace.The palace eunuchs took turns guarding, exhausted.They lined up on both sides of the room, like a dead funeral procession.The entire palace was shrouded in a breath of death. King Qing had been in a coma all day, and now he just woke up, looking very calm.The imperial physician said that this might be the last time Wang woke up.

Yao Ji stood on the threshold, seeing Qing Ren's bedroom for the first time in her life.Unexpectedly simple, but the roof is extraordinarily high and wide, a gray gauze hangs down from the high beams, and is dragged to the ground like a waterfall. When there is silence and no wind, there is a sense of solemnity of a tower. A small woman in a white shirt for a month knelt outside the king's tent.Yaoji thought for a while before realizing that this was the forever unknown Concubine Dong.Concubine Chun called her, so she stood up and followed Concubine Chun out with her head down.The two concubines tacitly left King Qing's final moments to his witch.

When the sound of their footsteps disappeared at the end of the corridor, Yao Ji lifted the curtain, slowly knelt beside Qing Ren, took his slack hand, and pressed her forehead against the back of his hand. "...Hai Ruo is going to succeed?" He asked. "yes." "Is Zhu Xuan saved?" "... yes," she said, "did you already know of his existence?" "I like this kid." "I like it so much... I hope he inherits you?" "No, I never intended to take him from you." "But, he has... gone freely." She said, "Even I don't know where he is, maybe in Jinghu Lake, maybe in Tianque Mountain."

"Freedom...that's great." She looked up and looked at his face.She had expected to see a face distorted and hideous under the torment of illness and mania, but... the face she saw was so peaceful.He seemed to have forgotten a lot of things, and showed a rare leisurely ease, even under the shroud of death, he reflected the pure light that only existed in his youth. Looking at this face, she was a little lost. "Yaoyao," he suddenly asked, "Have you ever loved me?" "I love you, just like you once loved me." Yao Ji said, "But, the word love is colder than death. It's the same for you, me, and everyone."

"I still remember the first time we talked. You told me that it is people's faith that bestows the achievements of spells. Over the years, I have often thought that fate is a set of cruel spells that imprison our souls. How powerful does it have to be to change all of this?" "Actually... such things as faith and wish are always difficult to be truly powerful." "So," he sighed, "we humbled, just succumb to the spell of fate." "The world is a prison, and we..." Yao Ji said, "are captives of time." "Prisoner of time, hehe..." He smiled like a pure and innocent baby, "Yaoyao, we have wasted our lives..."

She felt him hold her hand tightly with the last heat.So she squeezed him too.After a long time, he didn't let go.When she looked up again, she found that he had stopped breathing, with the tranquility of the past life on his face. In the 419th year of the Qingkui calendar, Qingkui's thirty-sixth monarch cleared his post, and ended his forty-nine years of life when the earth rejuvenated. The cause of death announced by the imperial physician was "heart disease".The Qingkui Kingdom's peaceful era, after just over twenty years, is gone forever. Qing Ren's younger half-brother, Hai Ruo, a general who grew up in Haijiang, succeeded to the throne.Concubine Chun is revered as Empress Dowager and Concubine Dong is Taifei.Bai Xiyi, the eldest son of Marquis Bai Ding, was the head and assistant supervisor of the country, and Marquis Bai Moluo, the second son of Marquis Bai Ding, inherited the title and granted an additional fief of 100,000 hectares.Wu Zhen, who was born in the Bai family, canonized as the high priest and replaced Gu Gu in charge of the temple.From then on, the power of the Bai family became overwhelming.

After Hai Ruo came to the throne, no one asked where Yao Ji went. "Witch Aunt" has become a terrible taboo.No one wants to mention this woman who has brought both blessings and disasters to Qing Kui.According to speculation, she may only be able to return to the Gaotang Temple, and slowly exhaust the shameful remnants of her life in loneliness. On the day Qing Ren died, there was a drizzle in the city of Yingdu, and the whole city was soaked in a cold blue mist.Sentimental people say that God is mourning King Qing. The obscene rain lingered for a whole month.If people look towards the north of the city, they will find that the clouds and mist there are particularly blurred and unpredictable, and even the image of the black tower has disappeared.The dust accumulated over the years in the Gaotang Temple was swept away with the heavy rain, and the clouds and neon seemed to be filled with a myriad of phenomena, like singing like crying, like ghosts like demons.If Qing Wanghai ordered someone to clean it up, but the people who sent said that the cloud and mist made people lose their minds, and it was so far away that they couldn't get close at all.Until Qingming, one night, suddenly there was lightning and thunder, and the wind was strong.It was as if the gods finally got rid of the misty misty rain and wanted to clean up this decadent Yingdu thoroughly.The flood swept across the sky and the earth, and it rained and blew violently all night.The next morning, it finally cleared up.

The clouds and mist that shrouded the Gaotang Temple gradually dispersed.People found that the tower had collapsed, but the piled up bricks and tiles still kept pointing to the sky, like a stubborn arm.Strangely, overnight the ruins were covered with a kind of green grass, exquisite and beautiful, exuding a fascinating and strange fragrance, like a fairy flower in the mountains.But no one knew its name. Although the tower fell, Yao Ji never appeared again.Only the mysterious and desolate Gaotang Temple was left, and no one visited it year after year until it was abandoned forever. Chanjuan once quietly sneaked back to the Gaotang Temple. She searched through every broken brick and tile, but could not find any trace left by Master.She got into that secret basement, the whitewashed walls were white, and all the handwriting disappeared.It was as if all the events in the past had never happened.

A little girl passing by said that on the night of heavy rain, everyone hid, only she ran out to watch the fun.She saw the black pagoda of Gaotang Temple split open by a thunderbolt, and a huge phoenix bird flew out from the top of the pagoda, flying against the wind and rain into the clouds.That phoenix bird was covered in snow white, so beautiful that it was unforgettable at first sight.But when she told people that, no one believed her. A little girl at this age yearns for legends, and she may just imagine Lightning as a phoenix.However, Chanjuan would rather think that this is her master's final outcome.

"I have come to gather this grass," said the little girl, "and it is very beautiful." Chanjuan remembered that in the classics collected by her master, it was recorded that this kind of grass was called Fuli, and it was produced in Tianque Mountain.In the tradition of the ice people, it represents eternal loneliness and bondage.She picked a blade of grass, carefully put it in the book, and put it in her bag.Then she left Gaotang Temple, walked out of Yingdu City, and walked along Qingshui. Later, rumors about Gaotang Yunyu spread among the Qing people.That heavy rain was connected with that rumor, which left a deep impression on people.Until thousands of years later, the bards in Yunhuang would still play the lyre and sing the ballads of Yunsan Gaotang in the adversary journey in the cold rain.In the ballad, it symbolizes imprisoned love, lonely meditation, and empty dreams, as well as some kind of untraceable past and unattainable future.