The advent of what love is

Leaving was the best choice for them. After handing over the talisman to Mo Yanyu and persuading him to go to Beijing for the exam, Murong Xianhuan took a look at the home where he and Mo Yanyu had lived for three years.

It's evening, he should leave, but this farewell, I don't know if we can meet again.

They got married on Qingming, but they even separated on Qingming. Qingming is their beginning and end.

He was brought to the bridge of Naihe by Black and White Wuchang. He looked at the beautiful woman called Po Meng with surprise in his eyes.

Po Meng looked at him and sighed: "It's already the third life, do you still have a wish in this life?"

III?Murong Xian looked at her.

Granny Meng looked at him, and pointed to the place not far away where there were many erected stones. Almost every stone was engraved with words. Murong Yun felt inexplicably familiar with it.

"Where is the Three Lives Stone, your three lives are there." Meng Po said.

After Murong Xian listened, he walked towards that area uncontrollably. He walked up to a stone with his story written all over it.

In the first life, he was a man, he was a woman, he was a king, and she was a concubine.

It would be fine if she didn't love, but she fell in love with this ambitious man at the first sight, so she guarded the loneliness all her life.

Before she died, she prayed to heaven that she would no longer be a concubine in the next life, but a woman who could stand by his side.

In the second life, he is still a man, she is still a woman, he is still king, and she is his queen.

In this life, he became the king of subjugation and was imprisoned. She never left him, but he was still immersed in the grief of subjugation and never looked at her.

So after she died, she knelt down in front of the Buddha and begged that she could meet him again in the next life and be an ordinary couple, only wishing that he could have her in his heart.

In the third life, he was still a man, but she became him, a poor scholar without father and mother, and he was the bastard son of a small rich family.

When he was offering incense in the temple, he saw him at a glance, and since he was like this, the two fell in love with each other.

.....

It is said that the fate of a person is only three lives and three lives. Then his three lives have passed and the third life has gone. Will they still meet in the next life?

When he returned to Naihe Bridge, he refused to drink the soup that Granny Meng handed him.

It is said that Mengpo soup is made from the tears that people shed in this life, and if you drink it, you will return the things of this life, and then the memory of this life will disappear.

"Drink it, you can reincarnate after drinking it." Meng Po persuaded.

"Can I not drink?" Murong Xian looked at Po Meng and begged.

Granny Meng looked at him, feeling a little unbearable, but her face was still stern, and she said coldly: "If you don't drink, you can only enter the Wangchuan River next to the Naihe Bridge, and you can only look at yourself for 1000 years. Beloved to reincarnate."

After Murong Xian heard this, he glanced fearfully at the Wangchuan River under the Naihe bridge, and there were still a lot of red flowers blooming beside the river. The water of the Wangchuan River looked black, and there were many The ghost stayed inside, looking at Murong Xian, wanting him to come in and keep him company.

"...I'll drink it." He picked up the Mengpo soup and was about to drink it up, but he felt a little bit reluctant in his heart. He drank it cautiously and held his breath. Couldn't taste anything.

Po Meng looked at the empty bowl, and took it back with a cold face: "Now that the three lives have passed, and the three lives have gone, now you only need to walk across this Naihe bridge to be reincarnated. In this life, you have to go again." Do you want to pray to the Buddha once?"

Murong Xian looked at the bowl in Granny Meng's hand, with regretful eyes: "Three lives have passed, and three lives have gone. I have been praying for Buddha in my two lives. In this life, I don't want to bother Buddha anymore."

His head was a little dizzy at this moment, he clenched his hands tightly, his nails dug into the flesh, reminding himself not to forget, he walked across the bridge of Naihe, every step was very heavy, his head It got heavier and heavier, until it became white in front of my eyes.

Three lives and three lives, they have already passed three lives and three lives together, whether it is fate or fate, if it is really possible, he hopes that he and he can be together for life and life.

His head was groggy, he didn't know how long he had slept or who he was, all he knew was that it was dark, warm and humid here.

Here he won't feel hungry, he just wants to sleep, and the voices of a man and a woman will come from his ears from time to time, who are these two people?

He didn't want to think about it, and he didn't have the heart to think about it. He felt as if he had forgotten something. What was it?

"Drink this bowl of Mengpo soup, and you can forget about the past."

"Can I not drink?"

"If you don't drink, you can only enter the Wangchuan River beside the Naihe Bridge. For 1000 years, you can only watch your beloved reincarnate."

"......I drink."

......

"She has become a man in this life, do you still want to wait for her in this life?"

"What's the difference between men and women? Three lives and three generations, I failed her. This time, I will definitely not fail her."

"Ugh!"

What are these, why can't I remember, I'm so sleepy, I don't want to think about it.