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Chapter 916

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The bamboo fragrance brought color to the purple bamboo forest.

The gurgling stream was like a clear jade belt shuttling through the purple bamboo forest. Any purple bamboo in the bamboo forest was 30 meters tall.

However, the bamboo poles of these 30-meter-tall purple bamboos were very thin.

However, the thin bamboo poles would not sway in the wind. Instead, the bamboo poles were like combs that combed the wind into soft strands.

The strands of wind shuttled through the purple bamboo forest and stirred the streams.

Occasionally, there would be a few phoenix cries coming from the depths of the bamboo forest. The sonorous cries were accompanied by the sound of bamboo leaves scattering, and it had the elegance of a 'cloud pavilion'.

The Radiance Federation's early spring came a little late this year, but even if spring did not come, the bamboo fragrance and phoenix cries were accompanied by the clouds in the sky.

It was a story that was warmer than the spring breeze.

Apart from the purple bamboo and the Golden Thread Emperor Bamboo, there were also 100 types of bamboo in the purple bamboo forest.

Among these 100 types of bamboo, some had bamboo fruits, which would bend the bamboo poles and fall to the ground.

Occasionally, a few would fall into the stream and splash, startling a few purple-gold carps to jump out of the water.

After eating the bamboo fruits, the big purple-gold carps would stir the stream water with their tails and splash the clear stream into the bamboo forest as though they were returning the bamboo forest's gift.

The purple bamboo forest did not have any vegetation wither throughout the year. In the depths of the bamboo forest, there was a hidden courtyard built with purple bamboo.

There were a few fairy-like white cranes flying in the courtyard.

The white cranes flapped their wings and created a cool breeze that dispersed the incense burning in the two huge bronze furnaces in front of the courtyard.

Occasionally, a few wisps would be blown into the courtyard.

At that moment, a man and a woman were sitting on a couch in the courtyard. The man was using a bamboo comb to gently comb the woman's ink-black waist-length hair.

Although the man looked to be in his thirties, the hair on his head had already turned grey.

He looked like an old man on the verge of death.

The woman used her hand to touch the thin mirror in front of her and looked at the man's gray hair. Her face was clearly brimming with a blissful smile, but her tears could not help but flow down her eyes.

Once the woman cried, the warm smile that she had forced on could no longer be maintained.

When the man who was quietly combing the woman's hair saw the woman crying, the hand holding the bamboo comb paused slightly, but the movement of his hand did not stop.

The man's expression was still calm, but seeing the woman crying, the man couldn't bear to see her cry, so he stretched out a pair of beautiful hands to gently wipe away the tears that rolled down the woman's face.

They were all women, and they were made of water. The woman's tears wetted her beautiful hand.

After wiping the woman's cheeks with his good-looking hands, the tears returned to his fingertips and dripped onto the bamboo embroidered seat.

The man said softly.

"Xiang Xiang, don't cry. I'm fine."

"I plan to leave the Purple Bamboo Forest's matters to Chen 'er. After we welcome our old friends, we'll take a good look at Hui Yao's great rivers and mountains."

Looking at the woman in front of him, the man's eyes were clear and filled with determination.

Fortunately, in this life, I met someone by chance and stayed with him for a moment.

If they truly loved each other, why did it have to be everlasting?

The Bamboo Monarch sighed softly as he felt the warmth of the tears on his fingertips.

He sighed at his lack of talent and knowledge. Even though he was a Class 5 Creation Master, he still couldn't remove his beloved's constitution of bad luck.

He sighed at himself for not being brave enough in the past. The moment he hugged Wang Fuxiang, the Bamboo Monarch didn't regret that Wang Fuxiang had caused him to be infected with bad luck. He regretted that he hadn't waded into the water earlier to ask for Wang Fuxiang's name.

The Bamboo Monarch's third sigh wasn't for himself, but for why Wang Fuxiang's life was so cloudy.

The Bamboo Monarch's three sighs were like three questions, but these questions were destined to be unanswered.

Wang Fuxiang turned her head and stared intently into the Bamboo Monarch's eyes.

Her tears fell onto the Bamboo Monarch's clothes.

"Fu Wenzhu, is it worth it because of me?"

The Bamboo Monarch gently removed the ring on his finger and put it on Wang Fuxiang's ring finger.

However, Wang Fuxiang was a woman, and her fingers were too thin.

The ring looked loose on Wang Fuxiang's ring finger, and it would fall off with a flick of her hand.

The Bamboo Monarch grinned awkwardly, then solemnly put the bamboo ring on Wang Fuxiang's thumb.

"Xiangxiang, this ring contains all my wealth. Now that I'm giving it to you, don't you think I'll regret it?"

Wang Fuxiang's eyes welled up with more tears. She was like a little girl who had been wronged, and the more the adults coaxed her, the more tears flowed out.

Wang Fuxiang reached out her hand and gently caressed the Bamboo Monarch's cheek. She hooked a strand of Bamboo Monarch's gray hair with her finger.

Looking at this strand of gray hair, Wang Fuxiang felt that it was time for her to speak her mind.

"Fu Wenzhu, I promise to be with you, but I have a request."

The Bamboo Monarch quietly looked into Wang Fuxiang's eyes and didn't speak for a long time. He then gently touched Wang Fuxiang's cheek and let her side face lean against his chest.

"I can't imagine a future without you, so don't force me to think about it.

"If I really have to choose, I hope that you can wear the ring you left for me in the years to come."

As the Bamboo Monarch spoke, the gurgling stream outside the courtyard shone like light, as if it had suddenly illuminated the flashy past.

The light of the stream shone through the smoke from the copper cauldron into the courtyard and onto Wang Fuxiang and the Bamboo Monarch.

Leaving behind this moment of mutual dependence.

When Wang Fuxiang heard the Bamboo Monarch's words, she choked up and couldn't say anything.

Only the glistening tears in her eyes preserved the solemn promise of the man beside her.

A man had given her his wealth and was willing to give up his life for her, but because of his own reasons, this man had chosen to face death.

Although she was touched, Wang Fuxiang understood that if only one person could live, then letting the Bamboo Monarch live would be the best choice for Hui Yao.

It would also be the best choice for herself.

Wang Fuxiang murmured softly.

"Fu Wenzhu, don't forget me for the rest of your life."

Wang Fuxiang's murmur was so soft that the Bamboo Lord couldn't hear it clearly because Wang Fuxiang had suppressed it between her teeth.

At this moment, the sudden chirping of cicadas resounded through the quiet Purple Bamboo Garden.

The Bamboo Monarch seemed to have expected this, but he didn't bother with the sudden chirping.

He continued to stroke the bamboo comb in his hand, gently combing the hair of the person in front of him.

Xia Chen had been waiting at the entrance of the Purple Bamboo Garden for a long time. When he heard the chirping of cicadas, he spoke softly.

"Welcome, Lord Cicada Cry, to Purple Bamboo Garden. My master is unwell, so I can only receive you on his behalf."

"If I have not taken good care of you, I hope Lord Cicada Cry will be magnanimous enough to forgive me."

Although Xia Chen said this, he had no intention of leading the cicadas into Purple Bamboo Garden.

As the Bamboo Monarch's eldest disciple, Xia Chen had been helping the Bamboo Monarch manage Purple Bamboo Garden for the past ten years.

He could be considered the housekeeper of Purple Bamboo Garden, so he could naturally guess the reason for the cicadas' visit.

The first one was even better.

(End of this chapter)

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