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[CP: Disciple Lin Lianchu × Master Jingyi]
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Jingyi has been in charge of Xuanbing Palace for two lifetimes.
In the previous life, during the banquet, her disciple Lin Lianchu walked up to her with a wine cup in hand, her eyes blazing and her expression compelling. She said: "Disciple has a saying that has been hidden in my heart for a long time."
Jingyi put down the wine cup and responded: "There is a difference between master and disciple, which cannot be crossed."
Later, the disciple became a demon and was possessed by the demon king's residual consciousness. He was trapped in a cell under the sea and begged her in a low voice: "Master, kill me."
She stabbed the sword into that heart with her own hands. The disciple was dying and spent his last strength to kiss her. The kiss was very light and silent.
When he was reborn, he opened his eyes and saw that the whole hall was full of banquets. The light made her squint slightly. Lin Lianchu walked through the guests and walked to her, holding a wine cup, with a thin layer of sweat on her forehead and trembling eyelashes.
"Master, this disciple has a saying that has been hidden in my heart for a long time."
Jingyi took the wine cup and took a sip. The wine is warm and has the sweet scent of osmanthus.
She said: "Master knows. After the banquet is over tonight, I will go find you."
That night, she knocked on the door of her disciple's room. Lin Lianchu knelt in front of her, her face full of tears and her whole body trembling, and asked: "Master, do you know what you are talking about?"
Jingyi opened her fingers one by one and held them in her palm.
"When no one is around, you can call me by my name. I accept your wishes."
When Lin Lian kissed her for the first time, she was shaking violently. Jingyi didn't push away.
It was night, and the demon king's remnant consciousness awakened in his disciple's body. Jingyi hugged the person in her arms, looked directly into those dark red eyes, and said something calmly.
The next morning, Jing Su opened the door to her bedroom.
"Jingyi, you two... Are master and disciple."
There is a kind of master in this world, who was firmly bound by rules in his previous life, and pushed his disciples into the abyss by rejecting others. In her new life, she decided to tear up those rules and throw them all away.
The disciple was afraid that she would be punished by the sect. Jingyi said: "Even if the sky falls, I will still be there to block it for you."
The disciple is afraid that there are monsters inside his body causing trouble. Jingyi said: "So what? I will just protect you."
Later, Jing Su expelled the two from Xuanbing Palace. Jingyi took off the palace master's robe and put on a pair of coarse clothes. She held her disciple's hand and walked through the snow on the ground.
"Master, where are we going?"
"Go down the mountain first."
"What happens after you go?"
Jingyi looked back at her. Snow fell in the hair, soaking a few strands of broken hair. The crown and robes were removed, leaving only a plain face and a pair of calm eyes.
"I'll buy you some sweet-scented osmanthus cake."
Reading guide:
1. First published in Jinjiang Literature City. Any form of reproduction and use without authorization is prohibited. The story is inspired by real experiences, but the plot and characters are artistically processed. Any similarity in the plot is purely coincidental.
2. Jingyi likes Lin Lianchu, but as the master of Xuanbing Palace, she has no desire in that direction for anyone. In other words, her sexual orientation is homoromantic and asexual. Therefore, it is not appropriate to classify her as a "sufferer", but the identity setting only has two options to choose from: "attack" and "sufferer".
3. It was Jingyi who was reborn, and Lin Lianchu had no memory of his previous life. The existence of the Demon King brings the two of them together. Everyday life is sticky and there are twists and turns, but after the abuse, the sweetness returns immediately.
4. The author's writing power is limited, and there are occasional omissions in memory. If there are any logical flaws in the article, I hope readers will understand. Thank you very much for reading.
5. The author made the cover himself by looking for commercially available materials.
Intent: Love is the fulcrum to reverse tragedy.