Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum - Chapter 1036

Ninety-ninth bowl of soup on the other side (8)

Nie Jing is dead, and there is no third person in this world who knows what Jing Xiang is going to do. What’s more, Nie Jing died silently, even if he went to investigate, no one would find it out. Qi Fuming trusts Jing Xiang very much. Since Jing Xiang has brought the Man in Black incident to an end, no matter whether he or the emperor is concerned, he will not bother about it anymore.

Jing Xiang was already old, and the emperor allowed him not to come to the early court every day. Jing Xiang was alone, without relatives and no reason. He spent most of his life on the life of the people of Jiangshan Sheji, and never lived for himself. . But now he is dying, at this age, he can finally do what he wants to do.

My auntie did not end until the end of the year, saying that the elderly are most afraid of winter. Many elderly people can get better after a winter, but the auntie has long been effective in medicine. She feels that she is dragging Jingxiang. He has never been married in his life, and has no children under his knees. Now that he is finally going to go, his heart is relieved.

Her humble background was meant to cause people to trample into the dust, let alone a lowly concubine. She was so confused about her life, she was blindly obedient, and she needed her daughter to protect her and take care of her.

Auntie returned to her photos before she died, clutching the quilt, and muttering brokenly about the guilt she had been so frustrated with for decades.

How could there be such a weak and deceiving mother like her in the world.

I only know how to cry, only know how to dodge, only know how to endure, and push my daughter alive into the fire pit, telling her to live better than life in that home. The daughter died, and she dragged down Jing Xiang for decades. In this life, she had done nothing for her daughter.

As a mother, she didn’t even have the qualifications to blame Jing Xiang for her daughter. My aunt came to dream often. She never saw her daughter again in her dreams. She didn’t know whether her heart was not sincere enough, or her daughter blamed herself and refused to dream.

Now, she can finally let go.

Jing Xiang sat on the side of the bed and watched quietly, a drop of muddy tears flowed from the corner of her aunt’s eyes, and then she closed her eyes. He stretched out his hand to cover her quilt, got up and let it out to be handled by others. I took care of my aunt because of her, and when my aunt went, he didn’t feel much sadness in his heart—he was still such a person after decades of hard-heartedness.

The funeral of Xiangfu was very simple. Yan Liang knew that the grandfather’s mother-in-law had passed away, and many wanted to express condolences, but unfortunately they couldn’t enter the door of Xiangfu. The news didn’t even notify the Qingwang couple and the Queen Mother, who were far away in the south of the Yangtze River. Jing Xiang had always lived like this. After he buried his aunt, his whole person was in a trance. In the time that has passed.

At that time, he was still young, about twenty years old, and his heart was full of hostility and hatred, and he couldn’t complain about one step wrong or wrong step. Now that he has read all the sails, lonely and cold, he seems to be back at that time.

Auntie died, and the last contact between him and her was broken. From now on, who else can recall her appearance with him?

It’s great, she is always young, but he is covered with frost and snow, Huafa was born early. I’m afraid that she will not like it.

It’s better to be handsome, just as she was when she was a teenager. If she saw him, she might have looked at him more.

The white banners of the Xiangfu were hung until the Lantern Festival. During the festival, everyone was joyful. Only the Xiangfu was deserted. The people in the Xiangfu took a vacation and went back. Even the Qing slaves were picked up. Only Jing Xiang was left sitting. In the yard, the breeze blew across the bamboo forest, and he pours the moon alone, but in the dim, he can’t get drunk anyway.

To be too awake alive is a kind of torture.

He laughed low, drank the last glass of wine, got up and went back to the room. It is still the room Qinghuan once stayed in, but instead of going to sleep in that bed, he twisted an inkstone on the book table. The inkstone slowly turned, and the big bed shifted its position, revealing a dark hole in an instant. Come.

Jing Xiang stepped on the steps and then closed the gate of the cave. The walkway was not long, he walked step by step to the locked room at the end, opened the door lock with the key he carried, and walked in.

The walls and floor of the room are made of ice-blue stones, which are cold to the bones and used for preservation. On a jade bed, there is a thick human bone.

The bone was dressed in a wedding gown with two dark eyes. The wedding gown was empty on the body, without the ups and downs that a human body should have. Jing Xiang walked over slowly, as if thinking, but not daring, touched the white bone lightly, then lowered his head and kissed: “My wife is not anxious, soon, for your husband, he will create a complete Physical body, soon…”

Then, he took the dagger from the side, first put a piece of flesh and blood against his arm, then bandaged the wound, and then put his flesh and blood on the bones to shape her body again.

Her icy muscles and bones died out because of him, so he compensated her with his own flesh and blood. In the future, he could follow his own flesh and blood to find her and take care of her.

“I’m afraid you’re going too fast…” He whispered softly, pasting the flesh and the bones, which is strange. The bones are stained with the flesh and blood of living people, and it seems to have aura, slowly combining with it. Give birth to a half-length lotus arm like jade. But Jing Xiang uncovered the cloth strips of his wound and fed the missing flesh and blood with the cold jade under the white bones. His face became whiter and whiter, almost transparent, and his arms returned to their original shape. There is no trace of blood, as if carved from jade, and there is no smoke.

Nie Jing used this method to maintain his youthful appearance. He read all over the ancient books, found the book of continuation, and rebuilt his body with the flesh and blood of others, even if he died, he could live. Therefore, Nie Jing’s voice is old, but his appearance is the same as before.

Jing Xiang discovered this after he caught him. Nie Jing made no secret of his ambition. He wanted to live for a long time, but now this is a bit unsightly. If the eye is broken, one needs to be replaced. If the skin is rotten, it needs to be replaced with another skin. He always finds it troublesome to keep going like this.

Jing Xiangyu wanted to recreate a jade body for his deceased wife, and he secretly reached an agreement with Nie Jing. Nie Jing taught him how to repair, and he gave Nie Jing convenience and kept him safe. Nie Jing was surprised to find that his body could be maintained well without killing, but he didn’t know how Jing Xiang did it.

There is no way of longevity in the world, Jing Xiang just wants to repair the body of the dead wife with his own flesh and blood, and at the price of his own soul, to keep her safe from now on. Nie Jing realized that Jing Xiang refused to tell the law of longevity, so he wanted to turn his face, but he was arrested and beheaded by Qi Fuming’s troops, and a generation of wizards lost their lives. Since then, no one knows the harm to others. The way.

There is a legend in the ancient country of the Western Regions. After the mysterious queen died, the betrayed believers dug out her coffin, only to find that the old queen had restored her youthful appearance. That is a miraculous method, you can use tempered and processed cold jade to replace the dry skin and flesh, so that it presents the most beautiful years.

Jing Xiang used his own flesh and blood to reshape the body of white bones, and transformed himself into cold jade. He studied various strange books for such a day. It doesn’t matter if he has no memory anymore, it doesn’t matter if he disappears, find her, see her, see her well, don’t recognize or love each other, let alone know each other.

What he did wrong is irreversible, but he can’t just let it go.

What happens after a person dies?

No one knows, nor does he know.

If he can choose, he is willing to exist in this weird and cruel way until one day, he is completely eliminated. That day may be soon, or it may never come.

Now that it can’t be done all at once, Jing Xiang finished today’s part and left the secret room. In the far south, he chose a treasured geomancy site, where the mountains and rivers are beautiful, the birds whisper and the flowers are fragrant, and the people are inaccessible. He quietly built a jade tomb underground. After a hundred years, his confidant will send their husband and wife there, and they will not be discovered and disturbed for at least a thousand years. Maybe he can really do something for her.

However, what is needed to ensure that the soul is immortal after death? Jing Xiang knows that this is not easy. He only has to repair and arrange the things behind him, but he does not know how to keep his soul in the world. Even if he prepares everything, if he dissipates after death, all this will become illusory.

This is the only answer he doesn’t have.

But his time is running out, he has passed his fateful year, how long can he live? He has exhausted the secrets he has never found in his life, can he get it in the rest of his life?

Will God take care of him?

This is the full moon festival, and he should be accompanied by his wife and children, but he has been alone for many, many years. He has been used to it for a long time, and he has no expectations.

The shadow of the candle flickered, and Jing Xiang spread out a book until the tears of the candle fell and the golden rooster reported the dawn. He still did not stop, let alone rest or eat, and even took a sip of water. He was afraid that the time was not enough and could not be wasted. He needed to cherish every minute and every second, and he had little left.

Spring goes and autumn comes, and his life is like this.

Does the grandfather go out, but he still needs to take the seat in person for such a major event as the prince. The emperor had discussed with him and had his own considerations, and finally decided to make the prince the east palace. The eldest prince was born by the queen, and the eldest prince also occupied the protagonist. In any case, he was justified. As for what his other sons think in their hearts, I don’t know, anyway, they all celebrated. The emperor can live for at least a few decades. As long as he is alive, the princes will still be jealous and will not have too many ideas.

At this moment, the emperor began to envy the monogamous emperor and queen dowager, who only gave birth to one son, so what is there to worry about? How can there be so many sons like his… After a few years, the young princes will grow up too. If it’s too big, what’s wrong with it?

The emperor had completely forgotten that he didn’t think so when he was favored by one beauty and another beauty.