Chapter 2440 The Long Season

Just like the morning dew has gone, just like the spring flowers have withered.

The regrets of life are also like this.

The morning dew carried by the little flower, and the little flower where the morning dew lives, are gone.

Only then did Luqiu Wenyue realize that Ye Qingyu was waiting for her.

"Let——"

She habitually opened her mouth to order, but after saying only one word, she stopped and stood up by herself.

The short few steps were somehow very difficult.

She walked through her own guilt, regret, and forgetfulness.

The courtyard where she retired to live alone was not luxurious, but it was also well-equipped.

Just like the wise and the foolish, the evil or the innocent, they all have their own hearts.

She walked a few steps and came to the waiting room. Bai Gexiao happened to stand up suddenly in the hall.

When their eyes met, they knew each other.

The Nine Palaces are ringing in the sky, the echo of the Immortal Palace era in the present world, the leader of the One True Dao, Zong Dezhen...

This news is so sensational, and Hong Junyan, Ji Yumin, Jiang Mengxiong and others have never concealed it. As the dean of Qingya Academy, there is no reason not to know the situation at this time.

But how to tell Ye Qingyu?

Luqiu Wenyue looked at Bai Gexiao, where a beautiful girl was sitting. A simple but well-embroidered Lingxiao Pavilion cloud pattern Taoist robe could not hide her slender figure. There was a clear sadness between her eyebrows, which was like clouds and mist dotted between mountains and rivers.

It's not that she has never seen such beauty, but every glance at this moment is a brush of memory, outlining the dusty face more clearly.

Green is the leaves under the flower, and rain is the morning dew drops.

The grown-up girl in front of her is her only remaining blood relative in this life, and the only trace of her daughter.

People like her do not show their emotions.

People like her rarely have a strong desire to say something.

At least at this moment, she couldn't control her emotions.

But she opened her mouth and pursed it again. She saw the eyes like a clear stream in the forest, and saw the sudden dark twists and turns, and knew that there was no need to speak.

It's hard to describe this feeling and this situation!

When Ye Qingyu saw the old woman at the door for the first time, she knew that she was her grandmother.

Although they had never met before.

After all, they were connected by blood and eyebrows.

She knew that there must be a reason for not contacting each other for so many years. There were thousands of words in her heart, thinking about how to speak to her grandmother and protect her father.

This world hides something from her. A sunny life is a carefully painted picture.

Decades of undercurrents have been surging, and only today has it set off a storm.

She knew that her father was as proud as a peacock and would never bow his head and give in.

She was not powerful, she was not the most heroic person in the world. She could bow her head. She can do things she is not good at, say things she is not good at, and come here for the first time in her life with the blood relationship that she does not know whether it still exists - just hoping to help her father a little bit, even a little bit.

After all, she is too weak, and she has no strength to even worry. Worry may be a burden.

Seeing Luqiu Wenyue who suddenly walked in with a complicated expression, and Bai Gexiao who suddenly stood up with a sad look.

She immediately understood something.

If the dust had not settled, Jing Guowen would not come in person. If it was not irreversible, Aunt Bai, who had been waiting for so long, would not want to leave.

She wanted to stand up while sitting there, but she could not stand up.

She held her eyes tightly and told herself desperately, don't quarrel! Don't be cowardly! Don't be weak!

But there was a trance in front of her.

Why... can't I see anything clearly?

She is still waiting for a person named Ye Lingxiao to come home, waiting for her father.

She liked the flowers that she had picked from thousands of miles away, even though she always knew that most of them were bought in Yuncheng, and the dew on the flowers was just condensed by the clouds, which made them look fresh.

But she liked to hear her father talk about how far he had walked this time and what interesting people he had met.

She liked to hear those twists and turns in the adventure stories, even though she knew they were not true at all.

How she wished that this was just a story!

It was the most boring fabrication by the careless Lingxiao Pavilion Master.

But in her trance world, golden light suddenly appeared.

Those golden lights seemed to have traveled a long way, across the vast universe, across thousands of mountains and rivers to find her.

Describe the trance as clear, and describe the speculation as reality.

False feelings are not enough, and real gold and silver cannot be deceived.

The light of real gold reminded her that all this was true.

Someone left forever.

Ye Qingyu held her eyes and refused to blink.

The golden light that flew in dots slowly condensed into shape.

Finally, there is a small furnace made of gold, with three legs and two ears, breathing out smoke and haze. The furnace body is engraved with cloud patterns, and the hanging ears are flying fairies.

The fire at the bottom of the furnace is the thoughts of the world.

The air in the furnace is the smoke of the world.

This is her [Shangjin Refining Immortal Furnace], the road opened by Aunt Bai for her, the first copper coin earned at "Youjian Inn", and her father's words "I casually studied the business way and created a technique for you".

It is also the few things she can do according to Aunt Bai.

On the way to Jingguo, she lit this furnace, not sparing money or wealth, pouring in all her years of business accumulation, and even offering the golden furnace itself.

But there was no response.

Until this moment...

This furnace appeared without being summoned, and it ignited its flames without pouring out the Dao Yuan wealth.

Seen in a trance.

See childhood in a trance.

She suddenly remembered a childhood memory that she should have forgotten a long, long time ago.

At that time she saw a golden man with a smiling face. That time my father seemed very happy, but also very unhappy. He cried and laughed and drank a lot.

She woke up in the middle of the night and saw it in the yard.

Under the warm moonlight, Ye Lingxiao drank wine one cup after another.

And that dazzling golden man kept smiling at her.

When she came closer, the golden man disappeared.

"What was that just now?"

"That's...the God of Wealth."

"God of Wealth? Is he very powerful?"

"That's amazing! The God of Wealth is very rich. He has everything. No matter what you want, He can buy it for you."

"I understand! Daddy is the God of Wealth! Daddy gave me everything I wanted!

"Ah hahaha. Come and make a wish. Oh, I have a special channel. I have a good relationship with the God of Wealth. It is not called making a wish between us, it is called buying and selling. Everything has a price, Qingyu, if you kiss your father, you will pay. Pay the money—here, kiss my handsome left cheek. Haha, that’s it, so loud! So Qingyu, what do you want to buy?”

"Buy a daddy."

"Don't you have a father?"

"I want daddy to be with me forever."

"……make a deal!"

Everything has a price. It was probably the sudden surge of wealth that redeemed this memory of the God of Wealth.

But isn’t the deal already done?

Why didn't it happen.

Why is it still lost?

I seem to hear a voice saying in my ears——

“The true way of doing business is to treat people with genuine goods at reasonable prices.”

"The God of Wealth, especially, never breaks his promise."

"I'm sorry, I didn't do it, so I can only pay you money."

Ye Qingyu opened his eyes hard and reached out to grab the golden furnace.

"No, don't..."

"Don't pay."

A jingling sound broke her murmur.

Like countless gold and silver jewels, smashed into the empty box.

The former is the love of the God of Wealth, and the latter is the heart of a daughter.

Brilliant and surging wealth came from all directions and poured into the furnace without thinking.

Bang!

The wealth was too heavy for her to handle.

The small golden furnace fell from my hand.

Luqiu Wenyue and Bai Gexiao stretched out their hands almost at the same time, and then retracted their hands at the same time.

The small golden furnace missed all its support and fell to the ground.

No external force is needed and it still stands very stable.

Wealth surges like a golden river, spreading in all directions across the void, following the Old Testament.

They are the compensation from the God of Wealth and the companionship of the God of Wealth.

After a while, the golden gas in the furnace boiled out like a cloud.

This [Shangjin Immortal Refining Furnace] is the art of refining immortality in the mortal world. A small golden furnace can accommodate thousands of people in the mortal world. But it simply cannot accommodate so much wealth.

That is the Yang God of Shangdao, the last legacy!

The Shang Jin Immortal Furnace is already being smelted beyond its limit, and wealth is still pouring out.

Every strand is a gift from my father, and every bit is a flower that I didn’t have time to send.

The fairy-like girl didn't say anything. She just knelt on the ground like a miser, picking up and holding the overflowing wealth with her hands. She pinched the overflowing wealth into gold ingots and piled them next to the small golden stove.

Slowly, the ingots piled up into a mountain.

The wealth flowing out of the furnace seemed to never dry up. She was busy picking it up, as if she never felt tired.

I really hope that some regrets can be picked up, and I really hope that all wishes can come true.

If you save enough money, can you buy love back?

Until a hand came over and squeezed all the remaining wealth into an extremely solid gold ingot and delivered it to her.

Lu Qiu Wenyue, the prime minister of Da Jing Dynasty, half-crouched in front of her.

His eyes were complicated, and he seemed to be looking at her expectantly.

Ye Qingyu caught the gold ingot and piled it into the small gold furnace.

"Thank you." She stood up and said.

All the gold ingots gathered from her wealth were collected one by one by her.

She hugged the Shangjin Immortal Refining Furnace tightly in her arms, walked around Lu Qiu Wenyue, who was still squatting there, and walked out.

She waited in the reception room of Luqiu Mansion for a short period of time, and finally found the person she was waiting for, but now she just wanted to leave here.

She doesn't like it here, she hates the weather today.

The wind made her eyes uncomfortable, and her hair was tied awkwardly. She wondered whether the newly introduced fish species in Tayun Lake were lively. She should go and show off her father's paintings.

"Qingyu, where are you going?" Bai Gexiao caught up and asked with concern.

Yeah, where to go?

Father will not come home.

There is no Ye Lingxiao in Lingxiao Pavilion.

Ye Qingyu's footsteps did not stop, but she did have no direction.

She held the small stove as if holding her own heart.

It's obviously full, but why is it empty!

"In this place where Wen Xiang lives in seclusion, no one is allowed to do so without permission—"

boom! ! !

All blocking voices were shattered.

A figure in green clothes and a jade crown crashed into the courtyard almost like a falling meteorite.

The figures emerging from all directions were stopped by Lu Qiu Wenyue with one hand.

But all this could not be seen by the two people looking at each other.

Ye Qingyu held the small golden stove in his arms and looked at Jiang Wang in front of him.

Jiang Wang was empty-handed, and he parked the immortal boat in the secret place of Lingxiao.

Looking at the intact Ye Qingyu, the gorgeous sky like burning clouds gradually dispersed all kinds of strange phenomena and returned to clarity.

"I heard you came to Jingguo. I'm... a little nervous." Jiang Wang explained subconsciously: "... reckless."

Ye Qingyu looked at him without speaking.

So he stopped talking.

He just walked a few steps forward, walked in front of Ye Qingyu, opened his arms, and hugged her gently, gently. It was as if there was a fragile shadow in his arms, as if he was afraid of crushing it.

He hugged her, just like when he escaped from the maze that year, she hugged him.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry."

The two said almost at the same time.

I'm sorry I didn't bring your father back.

I'm sorry I can't save him myself.

They were silent again.

When she walked out of the door, Ye Qingyu felt that although the world was big, she didn't know where to call home. Now she lived in Jiang Wang's arms.

She thought she should feel safe.

But tears came down.

She had never shed tears like this in her life. They didn't seem to flow out, but like a hole in her eyes, like gurgling blood.

She opened her eyes hard to look at the world, as if she could keep something like this, but the tears were like beads, covering the rain curtain, so that she couldn't see anything clearly. Even the small golden stove in her arms and Jiang Wang in front of her became blurred.

"Let's go home."

She whispered with tears.

"Let's go home."

She sobbed.

Jiang Wang lowered his head and buried it in her hair, gently stroking her long hair.

"Let's go home." He also choked.

...

Luqiu Wenyue stood quietly in the courtyard.

Watching the tail of the long rainbow gradually disappearing in the sky.

The youngest true lord in the world left with her granddaughter.

There are thousands of feet of peaks and thousands of clouds in the Cloud Country, separated by a sky and a long river. And the family affection that can never be close again.

"Although it is thousands of miles away, no one will let them wait outside the door." Bai Ge smiled and said beside.

"I'm sorry that I can't serve tea because of the busy affairs in the mansion." Luqiu Wenyue said.

"I only have one last question." Bai Ge smiled and said: "Do you think Ye Lingxiao is worthy of your daughter now?"

Luqiu Wenyue did not speak.

Bai Gexiao didn't really need her to answer, so he brushed off the corner of his clothes and turned away.

The yard was not big, but it was really empty.

At first, he didn't think about planting trees. Now there are only a few cuckoos in the corners of the wall. I don't know when the birds brought seeds, and they bloomed.

Luqiu Wenyue stood silently.

Ye Xiaohua raised her daughter very well. Very well.

Clean and dust-free.

Even sadness is clear. There is no resentment.

This is enough love, which she has never given.

Until today, she seemed to understand why Chaolu would love her regardless of everything -

She had always thought that everything Chaolu did was a rebellion against her too strict control.

But her strict love, her distant ideals, for two people in love... what's so rare?

"Your Majesty won!"

"Your Majesty dragged Yizhen's remains to Yujing Mountain!"

These voices rang in her ears early in the morning.

Now it comes back again.

There were also chaotic footsteps, muted whispers, and the sound of rapid armor and leaves colliding. And the sound of the wind that was getting farther and farther away.

"A rebellion broke out in Yuanshi Prefecture, and Yunqi Wei, who went to suppress the situation, was assassinated!"

"General Xian was thrown to the border of the country!"

"Your Majesty has returned from Yujing Mountain... I summon you to return to the court, Minister of Literature, Minister of Literature?"

She heard it clearly. But sometimes it was very close, and sometimes it was very far away.

She saw the azalea in the corner of the wall, which was as red as blood.

Only then did she suddenly realize that it was still spring.

Although summer was close at hand, it had been lingering in front of her.

It was also at this time when the morning dew left.

Spring is such a long season.

It can never be turned over in memory.

Thanks to the book friend "Xu Yanbing" for becoming the leader of this book! This is the 829th alliance of the Red Heart Sky Patrol!