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Chapter 222 Extra - Dodder - Yao Qing

My name is Yao Qing. I was born in a humble family and was illiterate, but I eventually became a county horseman.

It’s all because I met the right person for my life.

Homeless people are like duckweed floating in the world. This was how I felt before I became the deputy commander.

I went from being a refugee to a deputy commander, and during this time I experienced several life-and-death situations before I was appreciated by the prefect. I always knew that the prefect hired me only because I was valuable, and there was no friendship between us.

True love seems to me a ridiculous thing.

The struggles in the court did not affect a small official like me, but the exile of the senior prefect and the appointment of the new prefect turned me from a deputy prefect into a bandit again.

Bandits are worse than refugees, because at least refugees are not considered rebellious or disobedient.

Now that I am nearly old, I can no longer remember many things that happened in the mountain village. The only images that remain in my mind are the fragrant shoulders of the woman in the dim light of the red candle and the gentle whispers in her ears.

I can't remember many things in the village now, probably because I was tired of the fighting and rudeness there, so I only remember the shyness and beauty of the clothes.

When we first met, I was a small leader in the mountain village, and she was a maidservant of the village chief's wife. In order to win me over, the village chief gave her clothes and beauty to me.

We were also helpless. I saw the timidity and weakness in Yirong's eyes, so I did not take her by force or treat her like a worthless person.

Perhaps it was my respect and honesty that moved the goddess of heaven to favor me.

Later, Yirong and I moved out of the mountain stronghold. I even hated that rough place. How could I miss it when it was just a power struggle among bandits?

We opened an inn together, and we were accompanied by a few assassins raised by Village Leader Han.

I was extremely worried, fearing that they were after my clothes and beauty, and I was also afraid that I wouldn't be able to defeat them, but I never worried about my clothes and beauty.

Later, I finally understood that I was probably the only one in the world who thought Yirong was delicate and weak. When those people finally dared to talk about Yirong after her death, I realized how stupid I was.

The inn had been open for less than two years when all the people in the mountain stronghold were recruited.

I went to the county to work as a deputy chief, and Yirong opened a tavern. We lived a very ordinary and warm life.

Obviously, they were from a merchant family, but in the end, she became the county princess, and I took advantage of the situation to become the county horse.

Outsiders often say that I am affectionate, but of course some people also say that I am just lucky. I cannot say that I am affectionate, but it is true that I am just lucky.

In fact, there are many families in the world that only have one wife, but most of them are poor families. Families like ours rarely have only one wife.

I am not obsessed with women. What's more, she is already the most beautiful woman in the world, and she has accompanied me when I was in obscurity. Without her, I would not have the glory I have today. My childhood experiences have taught me to never put the cart before the horse.

I have no second thoughts, it has always been like this.

When my power was more important than my appearance, I could still treasure her like a treasure. Later, she was granted the title of county princess for saving Prince An. I would never look for those little women and disappoint her.

If I had not grown up as a beggar, if I had not been a fugitive from the army; if I were a descendant of a prominent family, well-read and well-versed in etiquette, then I would not be able to be loyal to one person, and I might also be surrounded by beauties and have a passionate heart like many other men.

If Yirong had never despised me and had never thought of attaching herself to a rich and powerful person, our ending might have been different. At least she would not have given up all her cultivation to save a dying person like me.

It was as if there was a destiny between the two of us, entangled with each other, saving me and destroying her.

I will never be able to repay her for the rest of my life.

After Yirong died, I thought a lot. What kind of power and cultivation can bring a person back to life? Only the gods in heaven with supreme means can do that.

If Yirong wanted, she could become the mother of the country, seek immortals and ask for advice, or even live a carefree life. Unfortunately, all these were delayed by a mortal like me.

As long as she thought about it, she would be able to do it. Otherwise, how could her daughter-in-law Chu marry into the Yao family, and how could Prince An visit so attentively.

Maybe I was not born to have a good life, and the prosperous life made me seriously ill.

When I was bedridden due to illness, I saw the men were sad and in pain, and the county lady was in her clothes, and I thought to myself, if I die, I will no longer be a burden to anyone.

I have gone from being a rootless duckweed to having many children today. With such a life, what else do I have to regret? The only thing I am unwilling about is that I cannot grow old with my wife.

Later, Yirong lost her soul to save me, and there were only clothes and jewelry in her coffin. It was as if she was a banished immortal, and she left without leaving any trace.

I spent many years regretting that I shouldn't have said to Yirong, "My biggest regret is that I can't grow old with you."

If it weren't for this sentence, Yirong wouldn't have given up everything so resolutely in exchange for my destined wasted years.

After Yirong passed away, I didn't want to stay in this house any longer. There were too many memories of her voice, smile and appearance hidden here.

I plan to go to her wake.

I asked someone to build a small courtyard not far from the county lord's tomb. Although Jingxing and his wife tried to dissuade me, I remained unmoved.

The prosperity of today is not even as warm to me as this small courtyard next to the tomb.

As the days go by, I get used to the loneliness here.

I planted a lot of flowers and plants next to the county lady's tomb, and planted a lot of small trees next to the yard. Even if I die in the future, these flowers, plants and trees can continue to guard this place for me.

The little tree is growing up little by little, and I am getting older too.

I couldn't bear to hang myself, because that was the life that Yirong saved. I also didn't dare to die alone, because I was afraid of showing my cowardice when I saw Yirong on the Naihe Bridge.

At the age of eighty, I died and closed my eyes to feel my soul leaving me.

I saw the legendary Ox-Head and Horse-Faced Monsters, they only had two heads.

I waited by the Naihe Bridge. After all, I was not the only one who died because of refusing to drink Mengpo soup.

I saw the ghost coming towards me ferociously with an iron chain in his hand, as if he had learned everything by himself. Because of my longing in my heart, I turned into the red spider lily beside the Naihe Bridge, the only red spider lily that would never fade.

I saw the ghosts were surprised and puzzled, and I felt comforted when I saw that they did not come close to me.

I don’t know what I’m waiting for. After all, Yirong should return to the fairyland, and I don’t know if I can see her again. After all, there are many years between us.

I stood by the Naihe Bridge and watched my relatives and friends walk past me. I felt a little comforted when I saw them drink the Mengpo soup without any regrets and then walk away.

Gradually, I lost my sense of time and everything, and was just waiting for a familiar figure to appear.

For a thousand years, or even longer, waiting has become my habit, and I am also a constant resident in this world of ghosts.

One day, a woman passed by here.

I saw that she seemed different from others. She passed by but suddenly stopped.

When the woman turned her head, I could see her face clearly. It was a strange face. She had phoenix eyes, raised eyebrows, a high nose, thin lips, and a sharp face. Although she was a woman, she had a strong aura, heroic spirit, and a cold temperament.

"Yao Qing?"

When I heard her say this, I, who was clearly in the body of a flower, suddenly turned into a soul at the time of death.

The other person kept pointing his finger at my brow, and I realized that Yirong was not the clothes, but the person in front of me.

I stared at her, and then I remembered that I must be extremely ugly now, with white hair, wrinkles all over my face, and my posture is no longer straight.

When we met again, she was still as beautiful as ever, and I felt like I was looking up at the top of a mountain from the plain.

I tried to straighten my back and wanted to say something, but I only heard the other person say:

"If you don't reincarnate soon, your soul will be exhausted. Now you can't even be reincarnated as a human, you can only be reincarnated as an animal."

I smiled and asked, "Are you an immortal?"

The last thing I saw was the other person stretching out his hand and hitting me. Suddenly, I was in front of Meng Po. Before I was forced to drink the Forget-Your-Sorrow Soup, I saw the other person's back as he left.

That's good. A mortal like me cannot shake the power of an immortal. Now it's good like this, very good.

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There is a White Jade Palace in the sky with twelve towers and five cities. Immortals support me and grant me immortality. I mistakenly pursue worldly pleasures and become confused about my emotions.