Wen Jiu could no longer restrain the surging emotion and turned to hold Xie Heng, but at the moment when he rushed into his arms, Xie Heng and everything around him turned into clouds and smoke.

She turned and looked around and saw that the scene in front of her became a crowded Wen mansion in front of the door.

The richest man's residence has always been crowded with visitors. On this day, gongs and drums are noisy. The long street is crowded with onlookers. Warm wine walks through the crowd. As soon as you look up, you can see that hundreds of handmaids with hairpins and red flowers hold rare treasures, and the boys with red belts carry wedding gifts on their shoulders. Red damask covers the long street.

The Regent raised a smile on his lips, walked up the steps with his negative hand, and met Wen Shoufu, who was startled by the noise outside.

Wen Jiu saw himself in his previous life and pressed his anger and asked Xie Heng, "it's not enough for you to take me as a reason to refuse the emperor's marriage. It's not enough for me to be pointed out by the public? The Xie family only spent a hundred liang of silver on me, and I have returned it to you a hundred times and a thousand times over the years. How many times do you Xie family have to humiliate me before they give up?"

Xie Heng smelled the speech, the light in his eyes suddenly darkened, and his tone was slightly heavy: "I'm here today, and I have no intention of humiliating you."

Wen Shoufu, who gritted his teeth and endured his anger, looked at him coldly, "what are you doing here?"

Xie Heng endured it, and then regarded it as completely indifferent to the fact that the person in front of him didn't give himself a good face. He smiled again and said, "I've spent countless money and food in recent years, but I still can't afford it in my life. I can only marry you as my wife in return. It's a good time today. I'm here to ask for a marriage."

"It's not necessary!" Wen jiuleng said, "Wen has a weak fortune and can't afford the favor of the Regent."

As soon as she said this, there was a moment of silence around her.

Xie Heng was silent. After a while, he asked, "what do you want?"

Wen Jiu said indifferently, "now that I have the wealth of the world, I have nothing I want but can't get."

Xie Heng looked at her and said nothing. His tall body blocked her way. He didn't mean to make way at all.

The door was crowded with people again. Wen Jiu had no choice but to look up at him and try his best to make himself look calm as usual. He said clearly: "I want to come back in my life. I want to be innocent and will not be sold to your Xie family for joy! I won't be scolded as a prostitute by people poking at my spine! Can you give me these?"

Xie Heng looked at her and was speechless for a moment.

The warm wine of the previous life didn't want to say any more. He directly stretched out his hand to push away Xie Heng, who was in front of him, and brushed away.

Xie Heng stood where she was and watched her go away angrily. Her eyes became darker and darker.

Seeing this, the onlookers on both sides of the long street left quickly for fear that the Regent's anger would affect the people.

Wen Jiu stood a few steps away and watched the crowd come and go. The sun hid in the clouds. Xie Heng stood in front of the vermilion gate, lonely and red eyed with pain.

At that time, Wen Jiu didn't know that Xie Heng really fell in love with her. He didn't know that since the war broke out at the border, Xie Heng would not return for three years. He didn't know that this day would be the last time they met.

Step by step, she walked towards Xie Heng, who gradually became virtual. Between the confusion of light and shadow, she saw that the picture in front of her was constantly changing, and all kinds of previous lives quickly emerged and disappeared. The nihilistic picture stopped for a moment when she fell from a high building.

Wen Jiu stood in the strong wind and saw tens of thousands of armor pouring in like a tide, surrounding the whole palace. Countless torches lit up the night. Xie Heng, dressed in black clothes, galloped his horse and shouted, "Wen Jiu!"

On weekdays, the Regent, who looked up at the world and saw her always with a bad face, saw her fall from a high-rise and fall into a pool of blood. At this moment, her pupils widened instantly, and the whole handsome face was as white as paper.

He jumped down from the horse's back, held her in his arms regardless of the blood stain, knelt on the ground and said in a trembling voice, "warm wine, I'm late... I'm late." even though he hurried back to Dijing after receiving the news that Zhao fan and Meng Chengyun jointly designed warm wine, he was still a step late.

Wenjiu stood two steps away and saw Xie Heng's eyes filled with red, which were disdainful to everyone. The sadness was too thick to describe.

He gritted his teeth and made a dull voice from his throat, "kill!"

He was full of anger and said in a deep voice, "cut Zhao fan and Meng Chengyun into meat and mud! All those who want to be here tonight will die!"

All the officers and men said in unison that in an instant, their hands fell, and all the servants around them splashed blood three feet and dyed the steps and railings red.

"Xie Heng..." Wen Jiu was filled with grief when he saw that he had made a killing sin for himself and couldn't change it.

She hurried towards Xie Heng, but when she was only a short distance from him, the picture changed again.

This time, what appeared in front of Wen Jiu was a gorgeous palace. The light and shadow in the hall were cold. A cold jade coffin was placed in the center. She walked forward and saw her body lying quietly in the coffin. The blood stain on her body had been wiped away, changed clean clothes and painted simple makeup. It looked like she was asleep.

"Warm wine, why are you so sleepy?"

Xie Heng, dressed in black clothes, leaned against the cold jade coffin and spoke in a low voice. His eyes were dark, and the whole person didn't have any fresh vitality.

His voice was hoarse. "Don't you always say you regard money as your life? If you sleep again, I'll take all the silver."

The people in the coffin couldn't hear him, and naturally they couldn't jump out of the coffin with anger.

Wenjiu went to Xie Heng's side. He was afraid that if he was too close, he would disappear as before. He stood half a step away from him and looked at him quietly.

A moment later, someone pushed the door and entered, "Lord, Nanhua refused to take out the soul separation beads!"

"No?" Xie Heng's voice was low, and he got up to look at the old man, "that would destroy Nanhua."

Wen Jiu was shocked when she heard the speech, but she shouted that she should not thank Heng, nor could she hold him. She could only watch Xie Heng go farther and farther against the light. As the light dimmed, the scene in front of her changed constantly.

She watched Xie Heng wave his troops south to attack cities and land, watched him fight in thousands of troops and horses, watched his black clothes stained with blood, and told Nanhua every time he attacked a city:

I have no intention of taking Nanhua, as long as the soul separation Pearl!

After he even broke ten cities, Nanhua didn't dare to support any more. He quickly sent envoys to present the soul separation beads in order to send the living king of hell away quickly.

After Xie Heng got the Pearl, he immediately withdrew his troops and widely summoned talented people and different scholars from all over the world to gather in the imperial capital to use the forbidden art of changing fortunes against the sky.

However, they racked their brains and tried countless methods without success, but they all retreated when they saw that Xie Heng was becoming more and more violent.

Xie Heng was not embarrassed by them, but devoted himself to looking for experts from all over the world, regardless of God, Buddhism and Taoism. Whenever there was a glimmer of hope, he tried his best.

Wen Jiu looked at him again and again to find hope and disappointment. A pair of Danfeng eyes completely lost their light, leaving only sadness.

Everyone said Xie Heng was crazy.

For a warm wine, there is no peace in the world.

At the time of the shock of other countries, Ying Wuqiu, who had been closed for several years, invited him to Wanhua temple to meet him and said frankly: "you are too obsessed with killing evil. You are doomed to fail in this life. You might as well accumulate merits and virtues to cultivate the fate of the afterlife."

Xie Heng remained silent for a long time and turned into the hall.

Wen Jiu looked at him kneeling in front of the Buddha, folded his hands and said, "I don't believe in the god Buddha. Everything in the world has always been better to ask God than myself. However, from today on... I would like to make a gold body for the three thousand god Buddha. After that, I will protect the people and practice good karma, but I ask the gods to be kind to my sweetheart."

A few days later, in the middle of the night, Xie Heng formed a Dharma array with soul separation beads in the Imperial Palace centered on the moon platform. More than 1000 monks gathered to burn incense and chant scriptures to melt resentment, and the sound of Buddha's horn crossed the soul.

At the same time, Dayan and all the people prayed that countless lights would shine brightly on the whole imperial capital.

When the Dharma array began, lightning cut through the night sky, blowing a strong wind and causing showers. A sky thunder landed on the earth from a high place in the sky.

Xie Heng, holding a chopping sword, stood in the midst of lightning and thunder, shed blood to sacrifice soul separation beads, and swore to heaven: "I promise the world with this body and exchange it with heaven for her!"

The sound fell, and several thunders fell down on him.

Wenjiu, who had been watching, was shocked. Knowing that all this was a dream or fantasy, he still didn't care about anything. He rushed forward and rushed to Xie Heng to help him block all lightning strikes.

The soul separation beads floating in the air were instantly broken and turned into bits of light.

Strangely, the scene didn't disappear immediately. Wen Jiu really held Xie Heng and clearly felt the terrible pain of being hit by lightning.

Xie Heng was shocked when he saw the sudden appearance of her, but he abandoned his sword before he had time to respond. He turned around and hugged her and sat down on the ground, "ah Jiu, how do you..."

Warm wine poured into his arms and burst into tears. He endured too many tears and blood swallowing in his previous life. He looked again in his illusory dream and knew many misunderstandings and misses, but now he can't help it.

Wen Jiu raised his hand to touch Xie Heng's face and wanted to give him the best tenderness in his life. He curved his lips and said, "Xie Dongfeng, you should wake up."

"I've been waiting for you."

"You are my... Lover who waited for two lives."