Quick Wear: She is the White Moonlight

"Master..." Jiang Chenying burst into tears, her hands shaking as she couldn't hold Yuebai's dagger.

"Chenying, just think of it as helping me." Yuebai put the dagger in Jiang Chenying's hand, feeling his trembling hand, and held Jiang Chenying's hand with his own cold hand, pushing it into his heart inch by inch.

Jiang Chenying knew that so much time had passed and every minute and every second of Yuebai's life was torture. He should help his master relieve the pain, but Yuebai pretended to be indifferent in front of him. In the past two years, they were willing to forget about Zhan Qing.

But he finally came here. As a former assassin, Jiang Chenying had been killing people since elementary school and had never failed to hold the knife. But this was the first time he was unable to do it.

Yuebai did not stop, still pushing in inch by inch firmly. Jiang Chenying felt the wet, sticky blood on his hand, and smelled the all-too-familiar smell of blood.

Yuebai loosened his hand, stretched out his cold, bloody hand, hugged Jiang Chenying and said weakly: "Chenying, you must learn to light a lamp for yourself in the future. Master is tired, take a nap first, and when you wake up, we will go to appreciate the plum blossoms..."

After saying this, Jiang Chenying felt the strength holding him suddenly loosen. Jiang Chenying seemed to have just woken up from a dream and slowly hugged Yuebai back.

He held her like this for a long time, like an old statue. The cool fragrance of plum blossoms that originally came from the person in his arms was replaced by the smell of blood that he hated.

Jiang Chenying hugged Yuebai and thought about the first time they met. The moon was bright that night. From the first moment he saw her, Jiang Chenying felt that she was different from others.

After tidying up Yuebai's hair, Jiang Chenying patted Yuebai's shoulder and said, "Master, don't sleep anymore. The snow has stopped. Let's go enjoy the plum blossoms."

But no one answered him.

"Master, is it because I have killed too many people that you want to punish me like this?"

He had ended the lives of so many people, and finally ended the love of his life with his own hands.

"Master..."

The last sentence made me cry.

After a few days in a daze, Jiang Chenying began to pack up Yuebai's belongings and discovered the things his master had left for him.

It was a bottle of forgetfulness. Perhaps the master left it for him because he was afraid that he would feel sad alone. But he never felt bitter.

Finally, Mr. Feng took charge and began to prepare for the funeral.

Since they had to prepare for the ceremony, the people from the academy naturally had to come back, so they sent letters to Zhou Qinghe and Zhou Mingxuan respectively.

At this time, the two people had completely lost their memories of their feelings for Yuebai. In addition, Zhou Mingxuan was busy with official duties and even felt that it would be better for him to go out and do justice.

So Zhou Mingxuan held the letter from Mr. Feng, and threw it aside after reading it. By chance, Shen Yunhui saw the contents.

"Master, when are we setting off?" Shen Yunhui felt a little sad.

Zhou Mingxuan said nonchalantly: "You plan to go? Then go for me."

Shen Yunhui looked at him incredulously, as if she was looking at a heartless man. Zhou Mingxuan felt uneasy and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Unfortunately, Shen Yunhui didn't plan to say anything else. In the end, she just sighed and suggested, "I think you should go there."

This appearance aroused Zhou Mingxuan's curiosity, and he set off that afternoon.

On the other side, Zhou Qinghe, who had just finished dealing with government affairs, was planning to relax and go out for a walk when he saw a letter being presented to him.

"Your Majesty, the Palace Master of the Academy has passed away. Mr. Feng invites you to attend the funeral."

Logically speaking, he didn't need to personally participate in such matters, and he had no impression of his senior sister in his memory. He always thought that he was a wise ruler, so he naturally had to make sure that such matters were foolproof.

"I understand."

Coincidentally, the two met on the official road leading to the academy. Although they had lost that relationship and memory, their original friendship was still good.

For some unknown reason, Zhou Qinghe did not bring any ceremonial guards but only some followers. When Zhou Mingxuan saw him, he called him "senior brother".

Then the two of them traveled together and finally arrived at the academy on the fourth day.

The academy was in mourning. The disciples were all wearing white mourning clothes. The black lacquered coffin was closed, and a moon-white portrait was placed in the middle of the mourning hall.

The woman in the portrait had bright eyes and a charming look, and she was wearing a blue shirt and a white skirt. Zhou Qinghe and Zhou Mingxuan felt a familiar feeling coming over them.

"What kind of incense is being burned today?" Zhou Qinghe asked a disciple beside him.

"Uncle Master, this is the incense that the Palace Master prepared himself. It can make people feel at ease and calm." The disciple replied, "There is a side room for you two uncle masters to rest. Please follow me, brothers."

After entering the room, the smell became stronger, making people drowsy. Because Zhou Qinghe and the other person had traveled a long distance, they both fell asleep on the couch.

Then the two of them began to fall into a dream. It was called a dream, but it was just a memory. Yuebai specially prepared the antidote for Wangyou and put it in the incense. Of course, she would not work diligently in vain.

Zhou Qinghe's memory is that they first met when he became his apprentice, played chess in the corridor, and gave each other flowers in the plum garden. Everything was so beautiful until the national hatred and family feud that came later.

What if I can do it too?

What Zhou Mingxuan had was the protection of his childhood. After more than ten years of separation, it seemed that he had always been the one being ignored. However, when the truth came out, he realized that his elder sister was also suffering.

The two people woke up at the same time, and seeing the tear marks on each other's face, they knew that the other person had also been detoxified like themselves.

When he went out and saw the portrait again, he no longer felt relaxed and indifferent as before.

At this time, Jiang Chenying appeared with the stele he had carved by himself. The three people met again after many years in Yuebai's mourning hall.

Positions and hatred seemed unimportant. Jiang Chenying asked, "You guys came to see her too?"

Zhou Mingxuan looked at the tablet in Jiang Chenying's hand and snatched it away: "Sister doesn't need this kind of thing. Is it because we didn't come to see her that she is hiding from us? We know we are wrong. Go and call your master out."

At this time, Jiang Chenying actually felt a little sympathy for them. After all, he and his master had been living together day and night for several years, and they must be the ones who had the most regrets.

Jiang Chenying ignored Zhou Mingxuan, but took back the tablet, put it on and kowtowed respectfully.

"Stop making trouble, Junior Brother Xuan." Zhou Qinghe always looked calm and composed. "Senior Sister likes quietness."

What Jiang Chenying couldn't stand the most was Zhou Qinghe's appearance, but it didn't matter now.

Time passed quickly and it was the day of the burial. The emotions of the three people remained stable, so Mr. Feng also breathed a sigh of relief, until... Jiang Chenying jumped into the coffin.

Master, I am here to accompany you. I am afraid of the dark. Without you, there will be no one to light a lamp for me. So I have to follow you. Master, don't even think about getting rid of Chen Ying.

He wanted to find someone, someone who would light a lamp for him and give him a name. If people had souls and afterlife, then this person should be waiting for him in the next life.

"Bury it, thank you."

Zhou Qinghe suddenly envied Jiang Chenying. Jiang Chenying could just accompany his senior sister like this, but he couldn't, because his senior sister had tied him down with the world. His senior sister knew him so well that she naturally knew that he would not ignore the people of the world for his own selfish desires, so his senior sister had already decided that he would take the throne.

After playing chess with his senior sister so many times, Zhou Qinghe seemed to have never won once.

He just stood there, watching Jiang Chenying jump into the grave regardless of everything, and the Shadow's people helped bury the soil.

It was time for him to leave as he still had a lot of government affairs to deal with, so Zhou Qinghe turned around.

Zhou Mingxuan was still crying in front of the grave. During the entire funeral, Zhou Mingxuan's crying was the most heartbreaking, which contrasted with the expressionless Zhou Qinghe.

There are even rumors that Zhou Qinghe was originally the candidate for Palace Master chosen by the previous Palace Master, but the position was given to his senior sister because she returned to inherit the throne. They were once known as the twin peaks of the academy, but they were constantly competing with each other.

When various speculations came one after another, Zhou Qinghe ignored them.

The next day Zhou Qinghe said goodbye and Mr. Feng came to see him off. Strangely, Mr. Feng gave him several large boxes.

"These are all left to your Majesty by an old friend. The Palace Master has kept them for your Majesty for so many years. Now they are returned to their original owners."

Zhou Qinghe ordered his men to take it and put it on the carriage.

Wang Lin had become Zhou Qinghe's ceremonial officer at this time. He looked at the boxes and asked, "Your Majesty, what did the Palace Master collect so much?"

Although Zhou Qinghe never showed as much pain as Zhou Mingxuan, Wang Lin felt that Zhou Qinghe had probably collapsed a long time ago.

When Jiang Chenying jumped into the grave, Wang Lin was beside Zhou Qinghe. He saw the emperor, who had always been as gentle as jade, with trembling hands hidden under his wide sleeves.

His Majesty has always been patient and restrained, but who can say that he doesn't love Lady Yuebai? His Majesty did not go with Lady Yuebai, but only because it was the expectation of the Palace Master.

They returned to the palace without stopping, and then Zhou Qinghe locked himself in the bedroom and opened the boxes, which were all full of clothes.

From the age of one to sixteen. As for why there were no more after the age of sixteen, it was because the country of Jiang was destroyed that year. Although Zhou Qinghe didn't know what the situation was at that time, it must have been extremely tragic.

There were also letters, all of which were between Senior Sister and the Queen, and they were all about Zhou Qinghe.

"Mother, I gave the cloak you made to Qinghe today. He returned it to me after using it..."

"...It's okay, as long as Qinghe is fine..."

"Qinghe's chess skills are excellent, no one can match him, his style of play is gentle, and he is growing up very well..."

Many, many, all about him.

The last one.

"... Liang State is attacking the city. Please protect yourself and do not reveal Qinghe's background. Do not implicate him..."

There was no reply to this letter because the senior sister left the academy alone. Zhou Qinghe Qinghe has always wondered over the years whether she would have stayed away from all the troubles if he had not let her leave at that time.

His senior sister hoped that he would stay in the academy forever, and he also wanted his senior sister to never leave the academy, but they both had too many reasons to do so.

The young emperor, who was known as a wise ruler, locked himself in his bedroom and finally shed tears among a pile of old clothes and letters.

【Mission accomplished.】 White Tiger’s voice came.

Yuebai took one last look at Zhou Qinghe before leaving, and said to Baihu, "I will take his soul to the next world."

"The Ji clan members must not be tempted." Baihu's voice suddenly became dignified, "Didn't the young lady choose Jiang Chenying in this world?"

"I feel a little guilty." Yuebai said.

"But young lady, you should have known you were destined to leave when you made your choice."

In fact, when it came to Hongze, Baihu felt Yuebai's softness. It might be because he just didn't like her at the beginning. She was far less cold than the young master, but she also had her advantages.

Bai Hu said softly, "Miss, I can take away your feelings."

It is better to not have this kind of feeling than to suffer. Yuebai will experience it many times in the future and see many people in despair. Then she will know that Zhou Qinghe is just an ordinary person.

Yuebai hesitated for a moment, but finally did not refuse and followed Baihu out of the world.

Yuebai, who returned to Ji's family, happened to meet Yuehua, who also returned.

"Brother."

Yue Hua put down the bamboo slips in her hand and said, "You're back? What happened?"

"I want to take away someone's soul."

Yue Hua finally looked at her seriously.

"why?"

"I feel a little guilty."

"Doesn't Hongze feel guilty?" Yue Hua asked.

"No, I have been very good to him. If I was destined to leave, I would have compensated him when I was here, but I didn't do that to Zhou Qinghe." Yuebai said.

Yue Hua understood that she felt guilty for choosing Jiang Chenying, but if she chose Zhou Qinghe, she would feel guilty towards Jiang Chenying.

So Yue Hua said, "I will go back to find the Heavenly Dao over there, exchange Zhou Qinghe's soul, and then put him in another world to become the Son of Luck. You can go and compensate him later."

In fact, in Yue Hua's view, Yue Bai was just making Zhou Qinghe suffer once more. After this time, Yue Bai would understand and get rid of the so-called guilt.

The existence of the Ji family depends on their luck. This is something Yuebai must experience, so he agreed. It is necessary to spend some time to teach his sister.

"Thank you, brother."

Watching Yue Bai's leaving figure, Yue Hua put down the cold tea in her hand and said to Bai Hu: "She is too immersed in the play, you follow her in the next world."

"Yes, my lord."

"Let her take the puppet with her." Yue Hua felt that it was because there was no one by Yue Bai's side all the time to remind her that she was just a passer-by in the world, so she would have inappropriate emotions towards the people in the small world. Whether it was love or guilt, it didn't matter.

No one has any extra feelings for prey and food.

Baihu nodded silently and went to prepare.

When Zhou Qinghe from the small world died, he seemed to see the shadow of a white tiger. The woman on the back of the white tiger was so beautiful that no one in the world could match her.

Even though she didn't look like his senior sister, Zhou Qinghe knew that it was his senior sister who came to pick him up.

When they first met in the academy that year, that branch of snowy plum blossom might have been the beginning of his lifelong entanglement.

It's just that I've been separated from her for many years due to some strange reasons, and I'm still unwilling to accept it.

I only wish that in the next life, I can always be by your side, and enjoy the clouds and mist, and watch the wind and snow together.

"Master...sister..."

The wise ruler recorded in later generations passed away peacefully amid the weeping of the people.