The Monkey King

  The sky is high and the earth is far away, the wind is light and the clouds are light.

  In the attic on the side of the Lingxiao Palace, the Jade Emperor, wearing a dragon robe, leaned against the railing and looked down at the layered buildings of the Tiangong, stroking his long beard against the wind.

   Those crane eyes narrowed slightly.

   "Your Majesty." The Rolling Shutter General came slowly behind him, bowed and said, "Marshal Tianpeng went to the Guanghan Palace, and the officials in the palace have already begun to clamor, do you send someone to urge it?"

   took a deep breath, the Jade Emperor stared at the light and shadow circulating in the sky, and slowly sighed: "Don't rush, wait, wait for him."

The    exhaled breath condensed into fog in this icy Tiangong and slowly drifted away.

   "No."

  …

   Guanghan Palace, how many years Tianpeng hasn't been here, even he can't remember.

   dare not come.

  The pale palace tower, like the light it shines on the mortal world, has a kind of despair that penetrates into my heart.

   Strolling on the deserted steps, the palace maids passing by saluted him, but did not dare to take half a step.

   He is already dying.

  But, at the end of the road, the stone that had been hanging in his heart for thousands of years was finally put down, but he was relieved.

   Along the way, I admired the exquisiteness of Guanghan Palace, carved fences and jade, garden landscapes, picturesque and poetic, I was fascinated by it, and my eyes were hazy with tears.

   "Is she living in such a place?" he thought, smiling like never before.

   Finally, I no longer have to force myself not to think or read, to break free of all restraints, no longer to be afraid of being seen, no longer to hide and hide.

  You can walk in the sunshine upright, even if you die, it is worth it.

  …

   Sitting in front of the dressing table, Nishang smeared the foundation on her face little by little, teardrops fell unsatisfactorily, and the makeup was pasted into a ball, which could only be washed off and reapplied.

   But no matter how much she painted, again and again, until she used up all the foundation, she couldn't get that makeup done. Holding the empty foundation box, she sat slumped over her mouth and cried bitterly.

   "I, I just want him to see my best look... Can't even do this?"

  …

  Clear and cold wind, quiet and quiet road.

   bypassing the corridor, Tianpeng came to Nishang's door step by step, looking back at Qing's house at the end of the corridor.

  The Qing family bowed slightly and said lightly, "Not too long."

   "Thank you." Tian Peng simply returned the salute and reached out to knock on the door.

   "It's me." His tone was as flat as water.

   There was the sound of porcelain breaking in the room, followed by a series of hurried footsteps.

  The door slammed open, and a tearful man stood in front of the canopy in panic.

   Messy hair, haggard face, rapid breathing.

   Looking at the canopy, Nishang frowned tightly, pursed her lips, held an empty powder box in her hand, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her fingertips and sobbed: "Makeup, makeup can't be painted."

  The canopy smiled and smiled warmly.

  Nishang also burst into laughter, pouted, pointed at the canopy like a child and said, "You laugh at me!"

   stretched out his hand, Tianpeng hugged Nishang into his arms, hugged him tightly, and said softly: "Don't worry, I'll help you."

   Sniffing the fragrance on her body, his heart trembled.

   Nestled in the canopy's arms, Nishang was as docile as a kitten, she pursed her lips, and the tears couldn't help falling.

  How many years, the scene that can only appear in the dream has come true today.

   hesitantly stretched out her hand, she hugged the canopy tightly, never wanting to let go for the rest of her life.

   "The powder in the powder box has run out. I want to dance for you, but I can't put on makeup..." She buried her head in the canopy's arms and sobbed in a low voice.

"fine."

  Tianpeng pulled Nishang into the room step by step, pressed her to the dressing table, stretched out her hand, and the powder in the powder box was full again.

   Nishang wanted to reach for the cotton pad, but was held down by the canopy.

   reached out and picked up the cotton pad, the canopy lowered his head, dipped it in powder, and applied it to Nishang's face little by little.

   Looking at his focused look, Nishang's tears couldn't stop again. The tears that flowed gently followed the canopy and hung in the air, like the stars in the night sky.

   This is the Tianhe he has always guarded.

   bowed his head, the long eyelashes of the neon clothes fanned, and the hand that I didn't know where to put it kept rubbing the handkerchief: "Am I stupid, I've been a fairy for so many years, and I haven't even learned this little trick."

   "Your singing voice and dancing gestures cannot be learned by any immortal."

   Nishang smiled sweetly.

   Tears have flowed into rivers, but they couldn't stain the makeup at all.

   Sitting quietly, Ren Tianpeng helped her with powder, rouge, eyebrows, and the most beautiful headgear.

   Looking at her in the bronze mirror, the canopy couldn't help but go crazy.

   put on the most beautiful dance clothes, she danced lightly and gracefully.

  Canopy sat on a chair and watched quietly, watching her dancing in the room, mesmerized.

   smiled with relief.

   I can finally sit and watch her dance, just for him, even if only once. A thousand-year-old dream finally became a reality on this day.

"Going and going again, there are fewer reunion days, thirty-three days have passed, and Lihentian is the highest; four hundred and four are sick, how can I get through lovesickness? Wish to be born…”

   The sound of the voice that day stopped at this moment.

   She had lupus, a wisp of blood spilled out of her mouth, her body that lost her support tilted slightly and fell to the ground.

  Tianpeng's face changed, and he hugged her in a panic.

   "You... what did you do?!"

   "Only half an hour... You shouldn't wear makeup." She smiled hard.

   This song can't be sung in the end.

   "You ate the poison pill! I, I will help you to force it out."

  Tianpeng stretched out his hand, but was restrained by Nishang: "No, no need, it's Yiyuan Jiuzhuan Dan, you can't force it out."

   "Who is it! Who gave you this kind of thing! Is it Taibaijinxing? No, he knows that the other side of the flower bud is you, and won't want you to die... Who would that be?"

   Nishang shook his head slowly: "Don't ask, okay? Talk to me, time is running out..."

   hugged the neon clothes tightly, the canopy opened his mouth wide, trembling, he couldn't say a word, he could only let the tears drip down his cheeks and drip onto the bright red dance clothes.

   This is the second time I have cried in front of her, the last time was a mortal parting. He thought he would never cry in front of her again, but he couldn't hold back after all.

   "I'm sorry, I can't be like you." Nishang stretched out her hand to wipe the tears from the corner of Tianpeng's eyes, smiled, and smiled poignantly: "My rank is lower than yours, only in this way can I..."

   "Don't say it...don't...don't say it anymore." The tears couldn't stop falling, which was a heart-piercing pain.

   "Without me, they can't get into your sins. I'm sorry, it's all my fault. If I didn't meet me...if I didn't eat the elixir...if..."

   "Don't say it, don't say it, I beg you, don't say it anymore..." Tianpeng hugged Nishang tightly.

   The steel-like heart was also twisted into powder at this moment.

   Tears filled her eyes, and everything in front of her eyes became blurred.

  's eyes gradually dimmed, and she could only reach out and touch, trying to remember the outline of the canopy.

   "I have a lot to tell you."

"You don't know, I like to see you standing on the bow of the ship, so majestic. Whenever someone talks about you, I feel proud. If the sisters know about it, they will definitely envy me... You are the marshal of the canopy. , is also my Marshal Tianpeng, I am alone... You will be fine, no one can bring you down. Live well, be good, continue to be... Be mine, Marshal Tianpeng..."

  Bright red blood spilled from his mouth, soaking through the red dance clothes and staining the white robe.

   "I'm sorry..." Nishang's consciousness gradually blurred, but she kept repeating the words "sorry".

  The voice gradually became weak and intermittent.

   Embrace the neon clothes, the canopy tried all his strength, trying to embrace the last glimmer of hope.

   However, he can't change anything.

   This made him dream of a woman who has been around for thousands of years. She has always been docile and weak, and after all, she protected his love in the most extreme way.

   The hand on the shoulder of the canopy slowly lost its support and fell to the ground.

   The person in his arms was silent again.

  Canopy slowly let go of his hand, trembling, and lowered his head.

   Closed eyes, serene expression like sleeping, with tears all over his face, with a smile. Still so beautiful.

   He trembled slightly, opened his mouth wide, and could not cry.

   The stern face in the past gradually became hideous.

"no no-"

   The hysterical voice shocked the whole heaven.

  …

  The breeze caressed and the branches swayed.

On the    moon tree, a petal opened, and the flower buds that should have withered at this time bloomed in an instant, and the little crystals fluttered in the wind, like the blood stains on the dance clothes, red as fire.