Theater 2: The flowers bloom and the deceased leave the spring in March, the peach blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River are booming, Dongfang Hongqin is dressed in white plain clothes, and stands in the peach blossom forest with a calm and cold expression!

He stood there fixedly, one person, one flute, one sachet!

The wind is up, mixed with the sound of the flute, the breeze blows the falling flowers away, and for a time the falling flowers are colorful, the fragrance of the flowers is overflowing, and the flute mourns for a long time, and it seems that even the falling flowers are accompanying him to mourn the loss of his lover!

Dongfang Hongqin's neck hung the honeysuckle flower sachet that Feng Xi was holding when he died, and in the sachet was her and his knotted hair!

She and him, hair entangled, life and death inseparable!

Theater 3: The scenery of Ouyang's family Ouyang Mansion has recently added a new ding, and He Ning gave birth to a son for Ye Lei!

One day, when the sky was bright, He Ning picked up the child and basked in the sun in the pavilion...... "Brother Ye Lei, what is the name of our Lin'er?" ”

He Ning asked, "What name do you like?" ”

Ye Lei looked at He Ning dotingly and asked, "Hmm...... Ning'er thought about it last night and thought...... Add the names of Wan Ge and Seventh Brother to our children's names, Ning'er thinks that Seventh Brother's children are gone, so ......"

He Ning looked at his child with some sentimentality, "Ning'er wants to use our children as a continuation of the little sister, do you want to remember them forever?" ”

Ye Lei asked with a smile, still a little sad when mentioning Wan Ge, "Well, Ning Er thinks that 'Wan Ge' is not her real name after all, so she uses the words 'Leng Fengxi' and 'Jing Muhui', so Ning Er thought of a name 'Fengjing', what do you think?" ”

"Feng Jing? Ouyang Fengjing? Ouyang Scenery !! ”

Ye Lei sobbed the corners of his mouth, "What's wrong?" ”

He Ning asked, "Why don't you 'Fengqin'!" His real name is 'Hongqin'! ”

Ye Lei said, I really don't want my son to become a landscape, "But 'Fengjing' is really good!" Ning'er likes ...... very much."

He Ning pouted quietly and said, "That...... How about we call it 'Fengjing' next time we give birth to a daughter, after all, this name is suitable for a daughter! ”

Ouyang Yelei discussed, "Hmm...... All right! Wait, who's going to have a daughter with you!! ”

"Hehe......"

The child in He Ning's arms smiled heartily, "Fengqin, you will be called Ouyang Fengqin in the future, okay?" ”

Ye Lei teased his son and said, "Giggles......

Feng Qin's face smiled happily and clapped his hands...... Theater 3: Revive the night of Fugang, Qiling Palace.

"Lord Wang, it's time to go to the early court!"

The housekeeper knocked at the door and said, "Sue Jing Muchen, the prince accidentally twisted his waist last night, and he has to rest for a few days and not go to the court!" ”

Fang Jince's cold voice came out, and the housekeeper couldn't help but wipe his sweat, how could the princess of his family be like this, her appearance was beautiful and moving, and she was the best in the world, how could she be so bold that she even dared to call the emperor's name casually...... Fang Jince hugged the person lying on his stomach, he was in a good mood, and secretly thought to himself: Was it too much last night, why didn't you wake up?

Jing Muxuan closed his eyes, heard his words, his body was so painful that he didn't dare to move, and he whispered angrily: "Dead mouse, sleep in the study for this king tomorrow, and reflect on it......"

The corners of his mouth overflowed with a shallow smile!

Fang Jince looked down at him, and also smiled faintly, hugging him tighter, as if the world couldn't match his smile!

The sun outside the window is just right, the sky is clear, a hundred flowers are blooming, birds are flying and fish are jumping, and a qiē will be fine...... In the palace, Jing Muchen held the pregnant Zisu with his left hand, and the concubine who held the little princess with his right hand, basking in the sun in the imperial garden, staring at Zisu's belly softly, smiling gently, the sun shone on Zisu's face, reflecting the soft light of happiness...... However, the world has not made any changes for this, the wheel of time still continues, and under the rule of Jing Muchen, the people will live and work in peace and contentment, and the world will be peaceful!

It's just that in this vast world, there is a cold and thin figure, shuttling between this ordinary world, looking at the joy of this world expressionlessly, looking at the grand scenery on the road without shock, and there is always a faint sadness in his eyes, only when he looks at the dark red sachet on his neck, will he reveal a faint soft light!

Dongfang Hongqin has been walking, walking all the time, walking through the peach blossoms, Langfang, and water bridges in the south of the Yangtze River, walking through the desert, floods, winds and sands in the north of the country, and walking through countless suns, moons and stars, day and night, thunder and lightning, wind and rain, and so on...... One person, one horse, one lily, one hat, one flute, one promise, has gone through 20 years of snapping of fingers...... On Kunlun Mountain, Dongfang Hongqin looked at the white in front of him, only the cold was left in the white, and the snow was blowing one after another, and it was endless!

It seems that all that is left in this world is the desolate snow that is raging in front of you, and there is no life at all!

Dongfang Hongqin wore a thin robe, a hat, and a fox fur cloak that Feng Xi had made for him before, standing in the wind and snow, picking up the flute, mixing with the sound of the wind, blowing gently, and before he knew it, he was already in tears!

"The love of thought, I long; Ask for it, and have no regrets; There is a song in the world, and Hongqin loves it; If you are with it, I am happy! Leng Fengxi...... Feng Xi ......"

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"Sneer......"

There was the sound of footsteps on the snow in the distance, Dongfang Hongqin turned his head violently, and in the distance, someone wearing a hat was looking at him......