< Today's fourth chapter! Five thousand words! >
"Sigh … Do the women of our Dongfang Family have to bear such a tragic fate?" The Old Lady of Dongfang looked up to the sky and sighed. Her expression was mournful. "Don't give birth to a daughter in the royal family, and don't marry a hero! It's too hard to marry a hero … It's too tiring … It's too sad … The three of you must remember, the daughters of the Dongfang Family must be the wives of ordinary people, and not the wives of a hero! I'd rather them marry into an ordinary family, where the man plows and the woman weaves, and the husband sings and the wife follows, supporting each other until their hair turns white, and living an ordinary life! I don't want them to experience such a passionate love! "
"Because if such a thing happens … it's often the loss of thousands of lives, and the destruction of the entire family … At the very least, the whole family will be in a miserable state, and will never be able to get rid of it for the rest of their lives …"
That being said, which woman in the world doesn't want to marry an indomitable hero? Who doesn't want their man to have unparalleled achievements, and be admired by thousands of people?
An ordinary person and a hero like Jun Wu Hui, if placed in front of a woman, who would she choose? He believed that the majority of good women would rather follow a hero and suffer for the rest of their lives than choose to grow old with an ordinary man!
How could a beauty whose beauty could cause the downfall of a city be willing to marry a villager? She would rather not marry, and live alone for the rest of her life, than go against her heart! Just like Mei Xueyan, if she hadn't met Jun Moxie, she would've quietly passed away in the mountains after many years, and would've turned into a wisp of lonely wind, and would've never randomly found a man to marry …
Since ancient times, beauties often had unlucky fates, and this was precisely the reason!
The hall became silent, and after an unknown amount of time, the Old Lady finally waved her hand, and said in a tone of despair, "The three of you … take Mo Xie to see his mother … I … I won't … go …" Then, she silently sat on the chair, lowered her head, and didn't move …
Only a puddle of water could be seen on the ground, and it was getting bigger and bigger …
That was … the tears of a loving mother!
Everyone quietly retreated, but the old woman remained motionless, like a wooden statue. Jun Moxie and Mei Xueyan could still hear the sound of The Old Lady's tears falling on the floor even after they had walked far away …
Every single drop came from his heart …
The joys and sorrows of their children will always be in a mother's heart. A mother's heart will always be throbbing with the misfortune of her children … and the throbbing pain … Even if they have grown up, even if they have a family, even if they have children, it is still the same … How many of us have unknowingly made our own mothers sad …
May all the mothers in the world no longer be sad! They would not be sad!
In front of him was a quiet courtyard!
The walls surrounding this small courtyard were much taller and thicker than the other places. Outside, the ground was covered in snow, and it was a vast expanse of greenery … In fact, there wasn't even a patch of snow on the ground. It was clean. There were also seven or eight plum blossoms blooming in the cold …
As soon as they walked in, they felt a sense of warmth …
"You see … For the past ten years, no matter how heavy the snow was, as long as it entered this courtyard, it would melt!" Dongfang Wen Qing's voice was not boasting, but rather … solemn, "That year, little sister was bedridden and in a deep slumber. Mother used up all of the family's wealth and didn't hesitate to collect small pieces of warm jade and warm jade from all over the continent. She buried them in this courtyard … I don't know how many she bought, and how many she buried. In any case, as long as she had it, she buried it … In just a short half a year, the Dongfang Family's pockets were completely empty … But mother still refused to give up, because she knew that little sister liked the kind of life where hundreds of flowers bloomed and green flowers bloomed … She said little sister would recover faster in such an environment …"
Jun Moxie was taken aback. He finally understood why the once illustrious Dongfang Family was now living in such dire straits … His heart couldn't help but surge with huge waves. There seemed to be a ball of fire burning in his chest, and his nose seemed to be blocked by something. His heart was so sour that he wanted to cry …
Warm jade, warm jade, those were all priceless treasures! As long as one wore a piece the size of a finger, one could wear it in the cold winter, and it wouldn't affect one's health at all! However, the things that the Dongfang Family had bought with such a high price were all buried in this courtyard …
It was all for the sake of letting his unconscious daughter sleep more comfortably …
Although they knew that she might not be able to feel it …
In the middle of the courtyard, there was a quiet small building. The ground was spotless, and the surroundings were quiet. Walking into this place was like walking into a painting, or walking into a dream …
Two maids dressed in white appeared silently and saluted them. Dongfang Wenqing waved her hand and said, "No need to be so polite. This is the young master and young mistress of the young lady's family. They are here to visit the young lady. You don't need to serve here anymore. You can leave now."
The two maids' bodies shook at the same time. They raised their heads and looked at Jun Moxie. Their eyes were filled with surprise. Tears of excitement suddenly rolled down their cheeks. They sobbed and said, "The young lady … the young lady's son has finally … come to see her … I hope she will be happy …" They looked at Jun Moxie with teary eyes for a while, and then they left reluctantly.
"These two people were your mother's personal maids … After your mother returned, the two of them have been serving her for a whole ten years …" Dongfang Wen Qing said in a soft voice.
Jun Moxie's expression changed. He looked at the backs of the two maids gratefully and said softly, "Thank you …" The two maids' bodies trembled, but they didn't look back. They lowered their heads and quickly walked out. Two lines of tears fell on the ground as they passed by …
Dongfang Wen Jian and Dongfang Wen Dao had been extremely cautious ever since they had stepped into the courtyard. They didn't even dare to breathe loudly. Even the Third Master Dongfang, who had always been rough and loud, had been extremely cautious in his movements … It was as if he was afraid of alerting someone …
Jun Mo Xie looked around and saw that the interior of the small building was elegantly decorated. Although there weren't many things, there wasn't the slightest bit of emptiness or disorder. Every place was neatly tidied up, and every arrangement was ingenious and ingenious …
A living dead person who had been asleep for ten years lived here, but there was not the slightest smell in the air. Instead, there was a faint floral fragrance in the air …
Jun Moxie sighed in his heart. Together with Mei Xueyan, he followed Dongfang Wenqing up the stairs quietly. Dongfang Wenjian and Dongfang Wen Dao were excited. They didn't dare to go up, afraid that they would disturb their little sister. So, they stayed downstairs …
When they walked to the front of the bedroom, they felt a warm air blowing on their faces. Dongfang Wenqing sighed and said, "The biggest and most complete piece of warm jade … was made into little sister's bed …"
Jun Moxie was shocked!
Dongfang Wenqing opened the bedroom door gently and said in a low voice, "Little sister is inside. This house … sigh …" She said and let out a long sigh.
Jun Moxie and Mei Xueyan looked up and couldn't help but feel shocked!
The two of them knew that this was Jun Mo Xie's mother's bedroom. But when they looked around, they could only see that there was a bed on the south side facing the sun. But, they couldn't tell that this was a bedroom!
A woman was lying quietly on the bed. Her body was lightly covered with a layer of quilt. From here, they couldn't see her face clearly, but she was sleeping peacefully … On her chest, there was a small green tree that looked like it was carved out of jade. It was glowing slowly … It was nourishing Dongfang Wen Xin's body, but the branches and leaves had already withered and curled …
On the surrounding walls, there were pictures hanging neatly. Jun Moxie only glanced at them, and suddenly his heart was shocked. Then, he burst into tears!
Jun Wu Hui!
They were all pictures of his father, Jun Wu Hui!
Jun Wu Hui in his military uniform; Jun Wu Hui who dominated the battlefield; Jun Wu Hui riding on a horse; Jun Wu Hui in casual clothes; Jun Wu Hui in white with a sword; Jun Wu Hui smiling; Jun Wu Hui frowning; Jun Wu Hui angry; Jun Wu Hui deep in love … Jun Wu Hui in his youth; Jun Wu Hui in his middle age …
Every picture was exquisite and vivid. Every picture was vivid and lifelike. Every picture seemed to be made with all his heart and soul. It was as if there were countless Jun Wu Hui standing, sitting, or walking around in the room, accompanying their loved ones …
From these pictures, one could completely see, feel, and even experience the legendary life of Jun Wu Hui, and even Jun Wu Hui's character … There was absolutely nothing left out …
The eyes in each painting were fixated on only one place: that small bed, and the person on that small bed … It was as if they could not get enough of looking at it for all eternity … It was as if these gazes had pierced through the netherworld, pierced through the Yellow Springs, and were fixated on this place, unwavering for all eternity!
"When little sister came back, she could still move … She supported her body and did not sleep or rest for three days and three nights. She drew these pictures one by one; no one could persuade her. During that time, she was very crazy … But her expression was very calm. Every time she finished a picture, she would look at it for a while, cry, laugh, and then choose a place to hang it up, and then continue painting … At that time, everyone thought that she had painted enough and would stop painting … Who knew that after little sister finished her last picture, it was as if she had no strength left. Everyone stayed by her side, watching her, but her eyes did not look at anyone. She only stared blankly at the void, and then she just stared blankly at it … It was as if Jun Wu Hui … was just standing there … until …"
Dongfang Wenqing's voice was choked with sobs. "Until that night, she suddenly spoke. Everyone was overjoyed. But after she recited those few lines of poetry, she slowly closed her eyes and never opened them again … It has been ten years now! A whole ten years! "
Jun Moxie's eyes were blurred with tears. He saw a piece of calligraphy hanging on top of Dongfang Wenxin's head. This was the only place in the whole room that did not have a portrait hanging …
"No regrets in this life,
No regrets in this life;
Since the ruler has no regrets,
Your concubine also has no regrets;
Where is Wenxin?
No regrets in the end;
No regrets in heaven and earth,
No regrets in life or death! "
The person on the bed, Jun Wu Hui's wife, Jun Moxie's mother, Dongfang Wenxin, was sleeping peacefully. There was still a hint of tranquility and gentleness at the corner of her mouth, and there seemed to be a blissful smile. In her dreams, Jun Wu Hui, the person she loved deeply, was always accompanying her, watching her … He was still talking to her face to face, and was still looking at her … In her dreams, they would grow old together, with me and with you.
Where is Wenxin, no regrets in the end! No regrets, Wenxin, Wenxin, no regrets! Although it was gone forever in reality, in her dreams, it could go on until the end of time, until the end of time … until the end of the world …
Therefore, although she often slept without waking up, she was very happy … and very blissful … Therefore, she did not want to wake up, even if she died … Because once she woke up, it would be gone …
It was enough to lose him once. Regaining him after losing him was already a great fortune. If she lost him again, how could she bear it?!
Therefore, she did not want to wake up no matter what! The door of her heart … was tightly shut!
Jun Moxie suddenly felt that he had never been so weak in his life. He swayed his body twice, and suddenly sat down on the ground weakly. His tears flowed out like a fountain …
He held his head with both hands, and only felt that it was a mess. His mind and heart were filled with this earth-shattering love!
What is love?
At this moment, it was vividly displayed on Dongfang Wenxin, who was lying quietly on the bed!
Love is not changing until death!
Love is not changing until death!
Love is not giving up on Yin and Yang!
Love is to have no complaints or regrets!
Love is love; In this world, there is nothing else that can replace one's love! In place of his lover! For all eternity, for all eternity!
Perhaps, in the dream, this love was still continuing, continuing for all eternity … where the flowers were beautiful and the moon was round, where the deep feelings were deeply attached, where the earth grew old, the sea dried up, and the rocks crumbled!
Women, the most sincere feelings in a lifetime are only given to one person!
This was especially true for these peerless beauties who could topple nations, these peerless beauties … they were frighteningly persistent, frighteningly persistent! But this kind of feeling, is true love, is forever!
Perhaps to other relatives, this was indeed quite cruel and selfish; but to Dongfang Wenxin, she could no longer care about it … It was not that she didn't care about her mother, her son, or her family …
It was because her heart was empty … it was already dead … it could no longer hold anything else. She could no longer think, she could no longer think …
With tears in her eyes, Dongfang Wenqing left quietly …
Mei Xueyan's tears streamed down her face. She leaned on Jun Moxie's shoulder and cried silently … In the face of such love, in the face of such true feelings, who wouldn't be moved?
Especially since the two of them were originally affectionate people, people who loved each other deeply!
Mei Xueyan suddenly had a clear feeling … If the person in the portrait was Jun Moxie … then the person lying on the bed right now would be her, Mei Xueyan …
This kind of ecstatic feeling made her sad from the bottom of her heart, and she could no longer be as elegant as before …
Jun Wu Hui, Dongfang Wenxin; a peerless hero, and a peerless beauty!
The presence of Jun Moxie and Mei Xueyan did not affect the atmosphere in the room at all … Dongfang Wenxin was still smiling calmly, peacefully lying on the bed peacefully … Jun Wu Hui in the portrait was still looking at his beloved wife affectionately, unwavering, determined, and persistent …
Different portraits, different gazes; it was as if he was worried about Dongfang Wenxin lying on the bed, as if he was smiling indulgently at his wife's mischievousness, as if he was angry at Wenxin's disobedience, as if he was smiling gently at his wife's sweet sleeping posture. All the gazes were filled with tenderness and love …
Although Jun Wu Hui's body was no longer there, his feelings were still so intense and passionate, filling this space and this heaven and earth … Dongfang Wen Xin's body was still there, but her heart was no longer there. Her feelings had also left her body and were floating in mid-air, in this void. She and Jun Wu Hui were in love, deeply attached to each other, husband and wife, indulging in each other's desires …
Jun Moxie stayed quietly, feeling the undying love between his parents, and suddenly felt very lost. What should I do? What should I do? How should I choose? How can I choose?!
With the vast spiritual energy in the Hongjun Pagoda, Jun Moxie was 100% sure that he could wake up Dongfang Wenxin … But, so what if he woke up? What if he woke up? Jun Wu Hui was already gone! How could Dongfang Wenxin live alone? Instead, in the dream, they could stay together until the end of time. Which plan was better for his mother?
Before she fainted, her three sons were still alive, and when she woke up, she was told … that two of her three sons had died? Her husband died, and her sons lost … How could she bear it when she woke up?
Wouldn't that be even worse than death?
I, Jun Moxie, was an orphan in my previous life. Although my father died early in this life, I still have a mother to look forward to. Although my mother is in a deep sleep, she is not dead … Jun Moxie had always longed for it, and had always been very anxious. He had even imagined countless times in his heart, what would it feel like to really be in his mother's arms? Warm? Sweet? Safe?
They all talk about a mother's embrace, and they all praise a mother's embrace …
But I …
But now that I've really seen my mother, I'm in such a dilemma … Could it be that I, Jun Moxie, am destined to lack this in my life? In this life, I practice the Art of Unlocking Heaven's Fortune, and from then on, I will not fall into the cycle of reincarnation, beyond the three realms, and from then on, I will no longer have to worry about life and death. But … the kinship in the world … I am missing the love of a father and a mother. Could it be that I will never have this chance again?
Mother! Mother's love! I've looked forward to it for two lifetimes, I've longed for it for two lifetimes, I've also fantasized about it for two lifetimes, I've experienced two lifetimes … Could it be that in the end, I still can't have it?
Jun Moxie staggered to stand up, and slowly walked to the bed. Suddenly, he slowly knelt down, and gently placed his forehead on Dongfang Wenxin's right hand. Suddenly, his heart was filled with endless bitterness, so sore that he wanted to die …
I … What should I do? What should I do … Who can tell me!
Jun Moxie had never felt hesitation, powerlessness, and helplessness before …
Feeling the gentle touch on his forehead, that was his mother's hand, Jun Moxie's body convulsed in pain. He was choking with sobs, and could no longer speak. It was as if his heart was being squeezed tightly, and his eyes were blurred with tears … He could only silently ask Dongfang Wenxin, who was in front of him, "Mother … What do you want me to do? What do you want me to do? What should I do … Mother … "
Calling out "Mother", Jun Moxie felt as if his heart was about to explode. All his longing, hope, and dreams … At this moment, were they all going to turn into nothingness?
I can't accept this! I can't accept this! I really can't accept this!
Jun Moxie raised his head, and silently roared. Tears flowed down from the corners of his eyes, and into his mouth. That bitterness seemed to have spread all the way to his heart … and it would continue to be bitter forever …
I … So bitter! So bitter …
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