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"Oh?" Yuelao became interested, playing with the white jade teacup in his hand, and there was a hint of playfulness in the upturned eyes, "It's not impossible to go to the Sansheng Stone to see the marriage, let me give you a reason, I will let it go You go in."

"...I remember that there was no such regulation before?"

"Have you been there before?"

"No."

When Yuelao heard this, he said nonsense without feeling guilty: "I should have heard the rumors, and this has always been the rule."

"..."

"Speak, Your Highness."

"I want to know if it's possible for me and him."

"What if the person on the Sansheng Stone who has a relationship with you for three lifetimes is not him?" Yuelao drank the tea in his cup, "Do you want to follow the name on the Sansheng Stone to find someone, or continue to be with him?"

"It won't be someone else's."

"So sure? Then do you still need to watch it?"

"Maybe there's another thing to know."

Yue Lao stared at him for a moment, unable to figure out what he wanted to do, but didn't ask any more questions.With a wave of his right hand, a brownish-red stone slowly emerged beside the gurgling stream in the distance. He closed his eyes and leaned against the tree trunk, "Go, just drop a drop of blood on it."

After actually seeing the Sansheng Stone, Jiang Weiyan didn't dare to go there, if it wasn't Bailiyan's name that appeared on it...

Yuelao: "Don't dawdle, it's already here, if you don't watch it this time, I won't necessarily show it to you next time."

Jiang Weiyan raised his foot forward and stopped in front of the Sansheng Stone.

There was a faint golden light floating on the Sansheng Stone, and he drew a stroke on the palm of his hand with his soul power, and the blood gush out instantly, slid down the palm, and dripped on the Sansheng Stone.

He is like a prisoner waiting to be sentenced, and the waiting time seems to be infinitely extended.

He eventually got a death sentence.

On the Sansheng Stone, there are two names written impressively - Jiang Weiyan and Wen Jing.

Jiang Weiyan stood still in front of the Sansheng Stone for a while, because his tight back and clenched hands could not be seen because of the cover of his outer robe.

"It doesn't seem to be the answer I wanted." The Sansheng Stone in front of him suddenly disappeared, and Yue Lao stood behind him with his hands behind his back, "Then don't look at it, so as not to be upset."

Jiang Weiyan's voice was a little hoarse, "Can Sanshengshi make mistakes?"

"Huh???" I haven't heard this kind of question for a long time, Yue Lao sat down on the railing by the stream, took out a fan from nowhere, didn't open it, and beat the palm of his hand with the fan bone.

Jiang Weiyan turned around and asked again: "Will you?"

"No. Unless one of me or Si Ming dies, the fate is disordered, and the marriage tree is withered, otherwise the Sansheng Stone cannot go wrong."

"..."

Yuelao played with the fan, and the marriage tree on the fan could be seen between opening and closing, "Why are you so obsessed with the answer, who has never loved a few people when they were young, and very few people can see the destined person at a glance. There will always be encounters.”

"There won't be anyone else, he's the only one." Jiang Weiyan smiled bitterly, nodded at Lao Yue, and said, "Farewell."

He was striding out, and he had to go to Siming's library to retrieve his memory quickly.

He and Wen Jing had never met each other for thousands of years before, and they might not see each other in the next few thousand years without accident, but the Sansheng Stone tied them together, there must have been something in the past that he didn't know.

Jiang Weiyan's footsteps were hurried, and when he stepped out of the gate, he didn't notice for a moment, and bumped into someone.

"Hmm..." Baili An whispered softly, clutching his bumped forehead.

"Eleven? Why are you here?" Jiang Weiyan didn't expect to meet Bai Lian here. After a moment of stunned, he raised his hand to take his hand off, and looked closer at Bai Lian's forehead, "It hurts." Yet?"

"It's okay." Bai Lian took his hand rubbing his forehead and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I am busy."

It could be seen that he didn't want to talk about it, and Bai Lian didn't pursue it, but felt that the way he looked at him was a bit strange, and there was an indescribable feeling, like something was missing.

Jiang Weiyan was one step higher than Baili'an Station, because the eaves blocked the morning light, Baili'an stood in the sun, but he stood in the dark.

Bai Lian raised his head and asked suspiciously: "What's wrong with you?"

Jiang Weiyan walked down the steps, pulled Bai Lian into his arms and hugged him tightly, and sighed on his neck.

Bai Lian froze on the spot, he felt Jiang Weiyan buried his face in his shoulder, and his warm breath fell on his shoulder and neck, he couldn't tell whose heartbeat was, and it intensified.

He stretched out his hand and tentatively pushed it away, "You first..."

"Eleventh... Eleventh..." Jiang Weiyan murmured to himself, hugging him even tighter, wishing to keep him in his arms forever.

The tip of the nose is full of the calming fragrance from Eucalyptus thyme, among which there is a very faint scent of plum blossom, which he added quietly, but he can't remember when he added it, just to leave something of his own on him.

Bai Lian poked his head out of his arms, pulled a little distance away, and asked, "What's wrong with you? What happened?"

"It's okay, it's just that I'm going on a long trip, I'm not sure when I'll be back in Fengdu, I'll just give you a hug before I leave."

"Traveling? Why? Where are you going?"

"I'll tell you when I get back, it's not a big deal."

Jiang Weiyan let go of him, quietly looked at the face in front of him that made him dream, couldn't help but bent down, but stopped when the tip of his nose was about to touch, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Can I kiss you?"

"Varied……"

The rest of the words were blocked by Jiang Weiyan, this time he only kissed lightly and left.

"I'm leaving, you take care of yourself."

Bai Lian looked at his back, opened his mouth but didn't speak until his figure disappeared around the corner.

"Why is my Yuelao Temple so lively today? There is still more than half a year until Qixi Festival, why are they all running to me?" Yuelao appeared behind Bailiyan at some time, "Your Highness the Eleventh? What's the matter? "

Bai Lian was startled by the sudden voice, he turned around, bowed and said, "Xianjun."

"You don't have to be so polite, I'm not into this kind of thing, just be casual, we're all friends." Yuelao put Bai Lian's shoulders and led him to the backyard, "Look at the Sansheng Stone?"

"No."

"Huh?" Yuelao stopped and turned to look at him, "Then you are here?"

"Look at the marriage tree." Baili An said, "Jiang Weiyan."

The Sansheng Stone requires a drop of blood to be viewed by the person himself, and only his own love can be seen.But the marriage tree is different, anyone's marriage can be seen, but no one knows.

"Who said my marriage tree can see marriage? It's just an ordinary tree."

"I just came out from Siming Xianjun, and I heard him say something about the Marriage Tree." Bai Lian looked straight into Yuelao's eyes and said, "It should not be Siming Xianjun who tricked me. Bar?"

Yue Lao gritted his teeth and said, "I'll kill him in a while!"

"So, can I watch it?" Baili Eucalyptus raised the corners of his mouth, showing a harmless smile, "Friend?"

"..." It was the first time Yuelao hated his mouth so much.

The Marriage Tree is so luxuriant that people look small even standing under the tree. There are countless Marriage Lines and bells hanging on the branches, which are blown back and forth by the wind.

Yuelao: "May I ask why?"

"Because I'm not reconciled."

"What are you not willing to do?"

"He's not mine."

To be honest, it was surprising to hear such a sentence from Bai Lian's mouth. Yue Lao looked at the young man in front of him, he didn't seem like a person who showed his emotions.

He stretched out his right hand and stopped in mid-air. In the next second, a marriage line fell from the tree and landed firmly on his hand. "I really want to see it? It may not be the answer you like."

"It's okay." Bai Lian took the marriage line and looked at the two names on it, his face unchanged.

Yuelao untied another marriage line from the tree, "Do you want to see your own?"

"No need." Bai Lian put Jiang Weiyan's marriage line back into Yuelao's hands, and nodded to him, "I'm going first, I'm leaving."

"Your Highness, don't you really want to see it?!"

Baili Eucalyptus left the backyard amid Yuelao's shouts.

Yue Lao pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled, then hung the two marriage lines back on the tree with a wave of his hand, and walked towards the study without looking back.

The marriage line that Bai Lian didn't look at was blown away by the wind, but there was not a single word on it.

***

Tianfu Palace.

Si Ming was blocking the door of Zangshu Pavilion with the word "big", "No, I also have rules here, people who have gone through a lot of calamities are not allowed to check the book of fate."

Jiang Weiyan leaned against the pillar and said, "Get out of the way."

"Even if the Emperor of Heaven came today, you can't watch it. The calamity is just a small thing in your long life. People you know in the mortal world are reincarnated and even returned to heaven and earth. Why are you so persistent?"

"But that's what I used to remember. He made up who I am."

"Your fate is written by me, and the things you have experienced are also arranged by me. Is this the real you?"

"Forget it. What you wrote is just the catastrophe I will go through, not all of it."

"His Royal Highness..."

"Do you know what Eleven once said to me?" Jiang Weiyan exhaled, and said slowly, "He has been finding his lost memories all the time in the past 1000 years. Why do you think he became the Eleventh Palace? , He is tired of getting up early to hold court meetings, staying up late at night to lead the way, review papers, and running back and forth between the human world and Fengdu. He can always live at the bridge of Naihe, chat with Huang Quan and Naihe every day, and find something interesting to spend the 1000 years. Year."

Si Ming listened quietly.

"It's just because we have access to the Book of Rebirth, we can look up the people who have entered Fengdu and reincarnated over the years, and we can get close to the memory he wants to find. Do you say that the current Baili is Baili? It is indeed, but not completely yes."

Si Ming murmured: "But he is doing well now, he..."

"It is extremely difficult for him to fall asleep every night, and he has to rely on tranquilizing incense to fall asleep. He often has nightmares, and when he wakes up at night, he is covered in cold sweat. After waking up, he sits alone in the yard until dawn."

Jiang Weiyan said again: "If he remembered what happened before his death, do you think he would still be like this?"

"I, I don't know. But this is His Royal Highness's business, you still can't go in."

"If I'm not mistaken, I will go to Bianjing to find Xianjun Wenjing today on Eleventh."

"How did he find it?"

"Because Xianjun Wenjing claims to know what happened to Eleven before his death, and wants to tell him, do you think Eleven can find him?"

"I'll go to Bianjing right away, you can go back to Fengdu."

Jiang Weiyan held back Si Ming, frowned and said, "I saw Wen Jing's and I's names on Yuelao's Sansheng Stone, and I thought I would never get to know him for eight lifetimes, but when I went down to earth 1000 years ago, Wen Jing Xianjun has been in the mortal world for several years. Apart from the calamity, I really can't figure out where we can get in touch."

Si Ming was surprised and said: "You and Xianjun Wenjing?? What about His Royal Highness the Eleventh?"

Jiang Weiyan let go of Si Ming, lost his way: "I also want to know, what about me and Eleven?"

"Have you ever thought that His Royal Highness the Eleventh Prince might be Xianjun Wenjing?"

"I thought about it before." Jiang Weiyan pulled a sour smile, "I dare not think about it now."

I'm afraid that in the end...all thoughts will be lost.

Si Ming was about to speak when he suddenly saw Yuelao standing by the door in the distance, Jiang Weiyan turned his back and did not see him.

Yuelao raised his chin towards the Zangshu Pavilion, motioning for him to let Jiang Weiyan in.

Si Ming was unclear, so Yuelao nodded to him again, before he compromised and opened the door, "Let's go, I'll help you find it."

Jiang Weiyan followed him into the Library Pavilion, and walked up the stairs a few floors, "Why did you let go all of a sudden?"

Si Ming muttered in a low voice: "Some people can't see the fate of mandarin ducks."

"What? I didn't catch it."

"It's okay." Si Ming stood in the middle, surrounded by curved bookshelves, forming a circle in the center, and he had an extra book in his hand, which was very thick.

"Memory entering the body may be a bit painful, bear with it." Si Ming knelt on the futon, lit the floating incense, and gestured to Jiang Weiyan, "Please sit down, I will replace the dust book with memories and return it to you." you."

***

Bianjing Tea House.

"Coming?" After seeing Baili Eucalyptus, Wen Jing once again suspended everything in the formation, and took a sip of tea slowly.

Bai Lian looked at him, feeling inexplicably depressed.He suppressed the emotions in his heart, sat on the seat opposite him, and pretended to be casual, "Shall we tell a story today?"

"You want to hear it?" Wen Jing smiled, and the cup knocked lightly on the table, "Of course I will."

Wen Jing stretched out her hand to him, "Give me your hand."

Bai Lian stretched out his hand full of doubts, "What are you doing?"

"I'll take you directly to see it."

As soon as Wen Jing grabbed his hand, they both fell on the table after a while.

The second roll of osmanthus cake