Chapter 2477: A Long Season

Chapter 2440 Long Season

Like the morning dew that has already passed, and the spring flowers that have already withered.

Life's regrets are also like this.

Little Flower bears the morning dew, the morning dew resides on the little flower; both are gone.

Lüqiu Wen Yue then thought, Ye Qing Yu is waiting for her.

"Let..."

She habitually opened her mouth to give instructions, but only spoke one word before stopping, and got up herself.

The short few steps felt incredibly difficult for some reason.

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

The courtyard where she lived in seclusion was not luxurious, but it was complete with all necessities.

Just like wise fools, wicked or innocent, all have their own hearts.

She walked a few steps, reaching the waiting room, just as Bai Ge Xiao also suddenly got up in the hall.

Their gazes met, and they understood each other.

Nine Palaces Heavenly Sound, the echo of the Immortal Palace era in the present world, the Headmaster of One True Dao, Zong Dezhen...

This news was so sensational, and the fact that people like Hong Jun Yan, Ji Yu Min, and Jiang Meng Xiong were openly killing their way towards the outer heaven. As the dean of Qingya Academy, she had no reason not to know the situation at this time.

But how to tell Ye Qing Yu?

Lüqiu Wen Yue looked towards Bai Ge Xiao, where a clear, beautiful, and unparalleled girl was sitting. She wore a simple dao robe with exquisite embroidery of the Lingxiao Pavilion cloud pattern, which could not conceal her slender and graceful figure. Her eyebrows and eyes held a distinct sorrow, like cloud mist adorning the mountains and waters.

She had never seen such beauty, but at this moment, every glance was a brushstroke of memory, outlining the sealed face more clearly.

Green as the leaf beneath a flower, rain is the morning dew drop.

The grown girl before her was her only remaining blood relative in this life, the only trace of her daughter.

She was someone who did not show joy or anger.

She was someone who seldom had moments where she strongly wanted to say something.

At least in this instant, she couldn't control her emotions.

But she opened her mouth, then pursed it again. She saw those stream-like eyes, saw the suddenly dark ripples, and knew there was no need for more words.

This feeling, this situation, was hard to describe!

Ye Qing Yu saw the old woman at the door at first glance, and then knew she was her grandmother.

Although they had never met before.

After all, blood was connected, and their eyebrows and eyes were similar.

She knew there must be a reason for not contacting for so many years. She had a thousand words in her heart, thinking about how to open her mouth to her grandmother and protect her father a little.

This world had been hidden from her. Her carefree life was a carefully drawn scroll.

The undercurrents of several decades finally stirred up a storm today.

She knew her father was proud like a peacock, and no matter what, he would not bow down.

She was not capable, she was not the greatest hero in the eternal human world. She could bow. She could do things she was not good at, say words she was not good at saying, relying on the uncertain kinship, and for the first time in her life, came here – only hoping to help her father a little, even just a little.

In the end, she was too weak, even her worry was powerless. Perhaps concern was a burden.

She saw Lüqiu Wen Yue, who suddenly walked in with a complex expression, and Bai Ge Xiao, who suddenly stood up with a look of sudden sorrow.

She immediately understood something.

If the dust hadn't settled, the Prime Minister of Jing Guo would not have come personally. If it wasn't irreversible, Aunt Bai, who had already waited for so long, would not want to leave.

She sat there and wanted to stand up, but she couldn't.

She forced her eyes open, desperately telling herself, don't cry! Don't be timid! Don't be weak!

But before her was one wave after another of confusion.

Why... wasn't everything clear?

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

She was like those flowers plucked from ten thousand miles away, although she always knew that they were mostly bought casually in Cloud City, and the dew on the flowers was just cloud mist condensed to make them look fresh.

But she liked to hear her father say how far he had traveled this time and how many interesting people he had met.

She liked to hear those bizarre adventure stories, even though she knew they weren't true at all.

How she wished this was just another story!

The most boring fabrication of the carefree Lingxiao Pavilion Master.

But in her confused world, golden light suddenly rose.

Those golden lights seemed to have traveled a long way, across the vast universe, over a thousand mountains and ten thousand waters to seek her.

The confused outline was so clear, the guessed description was so real.

False feelings were not enough to rely on, true gold and silver could not deceive.

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

Someone was gone forever.

Ye Qing Yu forced her eyes open, unwilling to blink even once.

Speck by speck, the flying golden light slowly condensed into a form.

Finally, it was a small golden furnace, with three legs and two ears, spitting out smoke and mist. The furnace body was engraved with cloud patterns, and the hanging ears were like flying immortals.

The fire at the bottom of the furnace was human thoughts.

The qi inside the furnace was the smoke of the mundane world.

This was the first copper coin of the "Have Inn" that Aunt Bai opened the way for her, and her father's "I just casually researched a business method, casually created a technique for you".

It was also what Aunt Bai said she could do not many things.

In a hurry on the road to Jing Guo, she lit this furnace, not sparing her wealth qi - not sparing her wealth, pouring into it all that she had accumulated in business over the years, even offering up this gold furnace itself.

But she never got a response.

Until this moment...

This furnace appeared on its own without being summoned, and its flame burned on its own without pouring in dao yuan wealth qi.

Seeing in a daze.

Seeing childhood in a daze.

She suddenly recalled a segment of childhood memory that was very long ago and should have been forgotten.

At that time, she saw a splendid golden person with a smiling face. At that time, her father seemed very happy, and also very unhappy, crying and laughing as he drank a lot of wine.

She woke up at midnight and saw it in the courtyard.

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

And that splendid golden person always smiled at her.

By the time she walked closer, the golden person had disappeared.

"What was that just now?"

"That is... the God of Wealth."

"God of Wealth? Very powerful?"

"That may be too powerful! The God of Wealth is very rich, the God of Wealth owns everything. Whatever you want, He can buy it for you."

"Understood! Daddy is the God of Wealth! What I want, Daddy gives me everything!"

"Ahahaha. Come, make a wish. Oh, I have a special channel, I have a good relationship with the God of Wealth, between us it's not called a wish, it's called business. All things have a price, Qing Yu, you kiss Daddy once, that is what you have paid - here, kiss my handsome left face. Haha, yes, just like that, really loud! So, Qing Yu, what do you want to buy?"

"Buy a Daddy."

"Don't you already have a Daddy?"

"I want to buy Daddy to accompany me forever."

"...Deal!"

All things have a price. Perhaps the surging wealth qi suddenly redeemed this memory about the God of Wealth.

But wasn't it already a deal?

Why wasn't it realized?

Why would it still be lost?

In her ear, she seemed to hear a voice saying—

"True business is genuine, no deception for old or young."

"The God of Wealth especially does not break promises."

"Sorry, I didn't do it, I can only compensate you with money."

Ye Qing Yu made an effort to open her eyes and reached out to grab the gold furnace.

"No, don't..."

"Don't compensate."

A burst of chaotic sounds, *ding ding dang dang*, shattered her murmuring.

Like countless gold and silver jewels smashing into an empty box.

The former was the love of the God of Wealth, the latter was a daughter's heart.

Splendid, surging wealth qi came from all directions and poured into the furnace.

The wealth qi was too heavy, she simply couldn't hold it.

The small gold furnace slipped from her hand and fell.

Lüqiu Wen Yue and Bai Ge Xiao reached out at almost the same time, then withdrew their hands at the same time.

The small gold furnace thus missed all support and smashed onto the ground.

It stood very steadily without external force.

The wealth qi surged like a golden river, standing in eight directions, across the void, following the old contract.

They were the compensation of the God of Wealth, and also the companionship of the God of Wealth.

Before long, the golden qi inside the furnace, like cloud qi, boiled and surged out.

This was the red dust refining immortal technique, a small gold furnace could contain ten thousand li of red dust. But it fundamentally could not contain so much wealth qi.

That was the last legacy of a business way yang spirit!

The business gold refining immortal furnace was already refining in an exceeding limit state, and the wealth qi was still constantly surging out.

Every wisp was a father's gift, every part was a flower that was not delivered in time.

The fairy-like girl did not speak, only knelt on the ground like a miser, using her hands to hold, to pick up these overflowing wealth qi, pinching them into one by one gold ingots, piling them beside the small gold furnace.

Slowly, the ingots piled up into a mountain.

The wealth qi surging outwards from inside the furnace seemed inexhaustible, she was busy picking them up, seeming to never get tired.

How she wished some regrets could be picked back up, how she wished all wishes could really be realized.

Save enough money, can you buy back love?

Until a hand reached over, pinching all the remaining wealth qi into an extremely solid gold ingot, and handed it to her front.

The Prime Minister of Great Jing, Lüqiu Wen Yue, half-squatted in front of her.

Her gaze was complex, and seemed to contain expectation as she looked at her.

Ye Qing Yu grabbed this gold ingot and piled it inside the small gold furnace.

"Thank you," she said, getting up.

All the wealth qi became gold ingots, and she collected them all one by one.

She tightly hugged the business gold refining immortal furnace in her arms, walked around Lüqiu Wen Yue who was still squatting there, and walked outwards.

She had waited in the guest hall of the Lüqiu residence for a long time, finally waiting for the person she was waiting for, but now she only wanted to leave here.

She didn't like it here, she hated today's weather.

The wind was uncomfortable for her eyes, her hair pin was also very awkward, she didn't know if the newly introduced fish species in Treading Cloud Lake were lively, she should go bask her father's painting in the sun.

"Qing Yu, where are you going?" Bai Ge Xiao caught up, asking with concern.

Yes, where to go?

Father would not come home.

Inside Lingxiao Pavilion, there was no Ye Lingxiao.

Ye Qing Yu's steps did not stop, but she was indeed lost.

She hugged that small furnace, just like holding her own heart.

Clearly full, why empty!

"The Prime Minister's secluded place, not allowed to arbitrarily—"

Boom!!!

All blocking voices were shattered.

A figure in a green robe and jade crown, almost with the posture of a falling meteor, smashed into the courtyard.

Figures emerged from all directions, stopped by Lüqiu Wen Yue who followed out with one hand.

But all of this, the two facing each other did not see.

Ye Qing Yu hugged the small gold furnace in her arms, looking at Jiang Wang in front of her.

Jiang Wang's hands were empty, that immortal boat was stopped by him inside the Lingxiao secret place.

Looking at the intact Ye Qing Yu, the splendid sky like a fire-burned cloud gradually dispersed all kinds of anomalies and returned to clarity.

"Heard you came to Jing Guo. I... was a bit nervous." Jiang Wang subconsciously explained: "...Reckless."

Ye Qing Yu looked at him and did not speak.

So he also did not speak.

He just walked a few steps forward, walked to Ye Qing Yu's front, opened his arms, and gently, gently hugged her. She seemed to be a fragile shadow in his arms, as if afraid to rub her broken.

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

"Sorry."

"Sorry."

The two people spoke at almost the same time.

Sorry I didn't bring back your father.

Sorry I couldn't go save him myself.

They were silent again at the same time.

When she walked out that door, Ye Qing Yu only felt that the world, although big, no longer knew where home was. Now she lived in Jiang Wang's arms.

She thought she should feel safe.

But tears still came down.

Tears that had not flowed like this in this life, they did not seem to flow out, but like a hole had been poked in her eyes, like gurgling blood.

She made an effort to open her eyes and look at this world, as if she could keep something this way, but tears were like beads, covering the rain curtain, making her unable to see anything clearly. Even the small gold furnace in her arms, Jiang Wang in front of her, all became blurry.

"Let's go home," she said softly through her 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.

Lüqiu Wen Yue stood quietly in the courtyard.

Looking at the tail of the long rainbow in the sky gradually disappearing.

The youngest true monarch in the present world thus took her granddaughter away.

This journey to Cloud Country had thousand zhang peaks and ten thousand qing clouds, separating one piece of sky, and one river. As well as kinship that could never be approached again.

"Although this journey is remote, ten thousand li, no one will make them wait outside the door," Bai Ge Xiao said, standing beside her.

"Mansion matters are numerous, please excuse the lack of tea," Lüqiu Wen Yue said.

"I only have one last question," Bai Ge Xiao said: "Do you now feel, does Ye Lingxiao match your daughter?"

Lüqiu Wen Yue did not speak.

Bai Ge Xiao also didn't really need her answer, brushed off the corner of her clothes, turned, and left.

The courtyard was not big, but it was truly empty.

Originally, she didn't intend to plant trees, and now there were only a few azaleas in the corner of the wall, whose seeds were unknowingly carried by birds, and they bloomed instead.

Lüqiu Wen Yue stood silently.

Ye Xiao Hua raised her daughter very well. Raised her extremely well.

Clean and untainted by dust.

Even in sorrow, it was clear. Without resentment.

This was enough love, which she had never given.

Until today, she seemed to just understand why the morning dew would love it regardless of everything—

She once always thought that everything the morning dew did was resistance to her too strict control.

But her harsh love, ah, her distant ideals, what was worth rare for two people in love?

"Your Majesty won!"

"Your Majesty, dragging the remnant shell of One True, went to Jade Capital Mountain!"

These voices had long echoed in her ears.

They surged back at this moment.

And messy footsteps, lowered whispers, the urgent sounds of armor leaves colliding. As well as increasingly distant wind sounds.

"Primordial Beginning Mansion has revolted, go suppress the situation! Cloud Rise Lieutenant assassinated!"

"Xian General thrown to He Country border!"

"Your Majesty is back from Jade Capital Mountain... Decree you return to court, Prime Minister, Prime Minister?"

She heard clearly. But sometimes very near, sometimes very distant.

She saw the azaleas in the corner of the wall, which were blood-red.

At this moment, she suddenly realized that it was still spring now.

Summer was close at hand, yet always lingered in her eyes.

When the morning dew left, it was also at this time.

Spring really is a long season.

It is a page in memory that can never be turned.

Thank you, book friend "Xu Yanbing", for becoming the alliance master of this book! This is the 829th alliance for Red Heart Patrolling Heaven!