At the end of November, Kyoto is already covered with ice, bitter cold winds, and snowflakes, almost the coldest time of the year.

This year's winter seems to be a little colder than usual, and the snow is falling a little more frequently than usual. In just half a month, there have been five heavy snowfalls, and even when the snow stops, the sky is always gloomy, and clear skies have become a luxury.

Last night, a heavy snowfall gradually stopped around dawn, and everywhere you looked, the snow was white and dazzling.

Ping'er's spirit rested quietly in the Lingtang built by the Anguo Mansion, which was the house where he used to live, and the house was still the same, but its owner could no longer rejoice and sorrow in it. Shangguan Tianjue has been sitting in front of his sister's coffin for more than a day, during which he has not eaten water and rice, and he doesn't know how many times he has cried. He never thought that he and his sister are now separated by yin and yang, his sister is gone, he has no relatives in this world, the soul that was already lonely will be even more lonely in the future, God will never be able to face the fact of losing his sister, he hopes that this is just a nightmare, a joke played by fate with himself, when he cried and hurt, his Ping'er still stood in front of him with a shallow smile or held his arm and called his brother softly.

"Brother Shangguan, you can eat something first, and I will come to guard Sister Ping's spirit." Seeing Shangguan Tianjue not eating or drinking like this, she was very distressed, she walked to Tianjue and squatted down and said with tears in her eyes. Shangguan Tianjue just shook his head, without words, his eyes full of tears were already fixed on Ping'er.

Walked from Bashu to the capital for more than half a month, along the way Sha Boliu took Ping'er is Xiaoxing to stay overnight, afraid that Ping'er's body would rot, Sha Boliu asked the ghost mother Duguyue for a dose of medicine and stuffed it into Ping'er's throat when passing through the Devil Valley, so that the corpse could remain in its original state, although Ping'er was lying in the coffin but intact, and there was still that last smile on his face. Seeing her former good sister leave Su Su was also grief-stricken, and she was more worried about Shangguan Tianjue than the pain of losing Ping'er. Since Da Ping'er's body was brought back to the Guogong Mansion by Sha Boliu, Tianjue has no other action except for silently crying or being in a daze at his dead sister, without saying a word, the whole person seems to be stunned, how can he feel a pain in his heart when he sees his beloved man so plain.

Sad and sad and sad again, there are only tears.

For Shangguan Tianjue, Ping'er is the only person he is close to in this world, and he is also the person he can rely on, he seems to be strong, but he also has fragile powerlessness, he can hold his sister for warmth at that time, he can be fragile in front of his sister, he can be a wolf, he can be presumptuous, he can ...... There is no sister in this world who can tolerate herself, love herself, believe in herself, and now that her sister is gone, who should she complain to if she has something on her mind? Where do you go to find warmth and comfort when you are vulnerable? "Ping'er, what will happen to your brother in the future? Why did you throw your brother down so ruthlessly. Shangguan Tianjue muttered in a deep voice over and over again, his fingers wandering on his sister's face, but no matter how he called his sister, it was impossible to open his eyes again.

Ping'er's departure and Shangguan Tianjue's same grief is Wanruo, except for Sha Boliu, who has always regarded Ping'er as a sister for so many years, and Ping'er's death is for Murong Yichuan, if Ping'er hadn't stepped forward, then I'm afraid that I would have to separate from my husband's yin and yang, I would have lost my husband, and the four children would have no father. As if she couldn't face the fact that Ping'er was already lying in the coffin, she didn't dare to go to the spirit to meet Ping'er for the last time. More than a day has passed, as if they are just wandering in the Funing Palace, sad alone. Ping'er went, who can share the loneliness with himself in this lonely deep palace in the future? At this time, he regretted that he should have insisted that Murong Yichuan take Ping'er and give her a name, otherwise how could he live up to Ping'er's infatuation in vain, although Murong Yichuan has now given Ping'er the title of concubine, but after all, after his death, what is the point of not being able to give more to death if he is alive?

It was as if she had endured the heartache and came to Lingtang, but her steps were heavy as if they were filled with lead, although Chunhong and Chunxiang held Ke Wanruo's body or did not provide trembling, without a trace of the strength to move forward, finally, finally came to Ping'er's coffin, and saw Shangguan Tian's desperate appearance as if her heart was not a taste, she knew that the most distressed person in the world was only Tianjue, each of them had the same blood flowing on their bodies, and the blood relationship was their natural closeness, they warmed each other, depended on each other, brothers and sisters were like siblings, The loss of Ping'er is not only the loss of a sister who can be interdependent, but the loss of one's siblings, and the pain of losing a loved one is the most irreplaceable pain in the world.

Looking at Ping'er's picturesque bright and soft smile, it seems that she only feels pain, what kind of power can make her smile so bright in the face of death? I don't dare to think that if I was beside Murong Yichuan at that time, I would not be able to stand up without hesitation, people can speak beautifully when they have not really experienced danger, but how many people can stand up for others when they are really facing a crisis? Ping'er's ability to ignore a qiē like this is not to say that she is really not afraid of death, but that love for Murong Yichuan makes her do it regardless of a qiē, and she has no regrets.

Suddenly, she felt that she was small in front of Ping'er, although Ping'er was humble in front of Murong Yichuan, her love was incomparably huge.

"Ping'er, forgive me for coming to see you now, I really can't face the fact that you've left me. I admit that I am too fragile person, Ping'er thank you, thank you for using your life to fulfill my husband and wife relationship with him, you can rest assured that I will love him more than before in the future, in addition to loving him with my heart, I will love him instead of you. I know that you are not at ease, and I swear to you here that from now on I will treat him as my own brother, respect him, love him, take care of him, I-" As if I could no longer speak, the words were stuck in my throat, and only tears were left in the silent endorsement. Shangguan Tianjue painfully moved his gaze from Ping'er to the place where his face was full of tears, he listened to the words just now, and he was very grateful in his heart as if he had this love for Ping'er, but he was even more reluctant to let her be so sad for Ping'er, he was afraid that Ping'er would take Ping'er's death as a burden, Ping'er died for Murong Yichuan From beginning to end, Shangguan Tiande never complained about anyone, if he hated, he only hated Ximen Donghai, and the secret arrow hurt people. He understands his sister's choice, and if he encounters danger, he will also not hesitate to be in front of her, so as not to let her be hurt by half a point.

After a long time, Shangguan Tianjue stretched out his hand to wipe away his tears, "Niangniang, take care of the phoenix body, otherwise Ping'er will be uneasy." "From yesterday to now, it is the first time that Tian has spoken to others except Ping'er.

Five days later, the sky finally cleared, the snow and the red sun, the country was still enchanting and delicate, and the people in the sad arms were not interested in appreciating its beauty.

For the past few days, it seems that she has been washing her face with tears, she has not eaten or drunk much, Chunhong and Chunxiang are worried to death, Zi Yan and Chu Qianqian also entered the palace to take turns to comfort, but it seems that she still can't get rid of the pain of losing Ping'er, closing her eyes is Ping'er's voice and smile, and when she opens her eyes, she is lying quietly in the coffin.

The Ministry of Rites Shangshu came to report that the mausoleum of Concubine Wen Jing had been repaired, and that the concubine would be sent on the road after noon.

Ping'er's burial was like a blessing to send her on her last journey, but Shangguan Tianjue and others were resolutely opposed, firstly, there was no precedent for the queen to send the concubine into the cemetery, and secondly, Wanruo's body could not bear it, Zi Yan and Chu Qianqian brought Wanruo back to the palace.

can't personally send the sisters on their last journey, as if they had to let Su Su bring the epitaph he wrote for Ping'er.

It is like the epitaph written for Ping'er, which is like cinnamon incense, and chastity is like Tong.

Guizi Youfang is just like Ping'er's gentleness and tranquility, and Wutong is the most chaste, just like her infatuation with Murong Yichuan without regrets.