Among the green mountains and green waters stands a lonely tomb

The grave is surrounded by flowers and trees

The tall tombstone reads the tomb of Princess Fu Ximen Ruoxuan, and then there are thousands of words and affectionate memorial texts

"This is Xuanxuan's tomb." It's like looking at this lonely grave in front of you, and there is a kind of depression

Murong Yichuan personally placed the offerings on the offering table in front of the tomb one by one

He personally lit the yellow money paper used for the memorial service, as well as incense

Surrounded by incense, Murong Yichuan slowly squatted down

As if standing aside, Murong Yichuan said to Wanru in a commanding tone; "Get on your knees."

As soon as his legs went weak, he suddenly knelt down in front of the tomb

"Xuanxuan, I brought my new princess to see you, don't blame me I married the new princess again, I have no choice, Xuanxuan, I only love you alone in this life and this life, if you are cold over there, if you are tired, tell me in your dreams, I want to talk to you." Murong Yichuan tore off his cold mask in front of Dongfang Ruoxuan's tomb in front of Dongfang Ruoxuan, showing all his tenderness unscrupulously.

Dongfang Ruo gently kowtowed to Ximen Ruoxuan three times, and then she raised her head slightly

"Sister Ruoxuan, I am the new princess of the prince, my name is Wanruo, I have come to see you, you can rest assured that I will definitely serve the prince well, I have no delusion to replace you, I will do what I should do as a princess." As if he had said that, he slowly stood up

Murong Yichuan didn't pay attention to Dongfang Wanruo

"Xuanxuan, I miss you so much, today I brought what you like to eat, the jewelry you like, don't blame me for not coming to see you often, that's because there are a lot of things to deal with in the court and can't leave, Xuanxuan, you know me best, I don't think you will blame me." Xuanxuan, I miss you so much. ”

Dongfang Wanruo has never seen such a gentle Murong Yichuan, it turns out that he can be a hundred times more gentle than Zhongli Wenjun, but this tenderness does not belong to her Dongfang Wanruo

The smoke of cigarettes is a man's sad mourning and mourning, but he ignores the pain of forgetting the women around him

Ximen Ruoxuan's personal maid Luoxia also walked over, and then knelt down lightly not far away

The other maids and guards of the palace also knelt down in front of the tomb to pay respects to the princess

As if it had nothing to do with Dongfang, she realized in an instant that she had been forgotten in the corner

Suddenly, Dongfang faintly heard the sound of a flute in the mountains not far away, the sound was very small, but she still heard it

Dongfang seemed to quietly leave the cemetery, and then pursued in the direction of Xiao Sheng

She didn't pay attention to the tender Murong Yichuan at all, because at this moment, the tenderness of the man had nothing to do with her, she didn't want to pay attention to anything, she just wanted to get out of here quickly.

Dongfang seemed to move forward, the closer the sound of the flute was to him, as if there was a rope pulling him forward, as if he was approaching the sound of the flute one by one

Author's digression: Ming'er is about to meet someone by chance, looking forward to it