If she could, the one she would rather die was herself. Ruan Ge thought about this sentence over and over again in his heart.

In her previous life, she never knew the ugliness of this world, and what was presented in front of her was the kind and beautiful side.

It wasn't until the zuihou moment of her life, when the mask of that person's hypocrisy was torn off, that she didn't know how stupid and stupid she was. She had a chance to die with him, but in the end she chose to give up her life and let him live.

But now, she won't be so stupid anymore. She hated her cowardice, soft-heartedness, and the woman's ultimate attachment to aiqing.

Ziyue's death made her heartbroken and made her regret and blame. She doesn't allow herself to be naïve anymore, if you want to survive in this shijie, the only thing that can support you is yourself, and a heart that is already cold.

She wanted to get back every cent that hurt her, and she wanted all of them to come to the funeral for Ziyue's death. The flame of hatred burned in her heart, burning the tenderness and beauty to the ground.

The mansion of Glory.

Ruan Ge stared straight at himself in the dressing mirror in front of him, his face as white as paper. The godless eyes were hollow, and they blinked for a long time.

After lying on the bed for three days, Ronghua didn't allow her to move for half a minute, in fact, it was impossible for her to move if she wanted to. Some wounds that are about to scab over are painful and want to shed tears when they move slightly. But since he cried bitterly in Ning Mingchen's arms that day, there were no more tears in his eyes.

Later, she knew that it was Rongquan who went back to ask for help from Ronghua that day, and it happened that Ning Mingchen went to visit him and heard about it, so the two broke into Baifu together and saved her.

Today is the day of Ziyue's funeral, and she has to send it anyway. Ronghua couldn't resist her, so he reluctantly agreed.

The maid helped her comb her hair in the back and put her hair in a simple bun. I remember that when I first arrived in Bijia Mountain, I didn't know how to comb my hair at all, and Ziyue took the trouble to teach her, as if it was yesterday. She couldn't help but think about it.

The door opened slightly, and Ronghua walked in.

He is dressed in plain clothes today, and he is no longer in the gorgeous clothes and beautiful clothes he had before. The face is solemn, and it is no longer as casual and uninhibited as before. This is a side that Ruan Ge has never seen.

He glanced at the haggard Ruan Ge and sat down gently on the chair next to her.

"It's all set, it's time to go." Ronghua said.

After a while, Ruan Ge looked at Ronghua from the mirror and said softly: "Ronghua, xiexie you!"

"Thank you, Purple Moon girl, you have always been very close to me. It's understandable that I'll handle her funeral. Ronghua smiled.

"I have written down your affection." Ruan Ge said.

Ronghua smiled and didn't speak, and said for a while: "Ah Yan is here, he said he wants to see you." ”

Ruan Ge's body shook slightly, and Zuihou said calmly: "No need, I don't have anything to do with him anymore, if he really has the heart, after all, the master and servant, let's go to the Purple Moon Spirit to burn a few more pieces of paper." ”

Ziyue's mourning hall was very simple and simple, and Ruan Ge was carried to the spirit in a soft chair.

Ziyue had no relatives in this world, and the mourning hall was deserted, except for a few servants, as well as Uncle Qin and Luo Chuan, who came from King Yi's mansion, and did not see Yun Luo. And Ning Mingyu, as the prince of the dynasty, how could he come to personally mourn a subordinate of his own?

Ruan Ge snorted sarcastically when he thought of this.

Just asked someone to say that he wanted to see him, but he just wanted to have peace of mind, and she no longer had the good impression she had before, but a little more hatred.

If he hadn't had to expel Ziyue from the mansion, he wouldn't have taken her out of the mansion, so even if he was captured and killed. will not implicate Ziyue, let alone make her commit suicide with hatred.

She fell to her knees before the spirit. She is plain, clear and cold, with a white velvet flower obliquely inserted in her bun, and the whole person is like a dusty white lotus, dusty.

Ruan Ge lit a pillar of incense, lay on the ground and kowtowed solemnly, and the name of Ziyue was written on the brand-new tablet.

She was supported by others, enduring the sharp pain in the soles of her feet, and wanted Zuihou to take a look at Ziyue.

Ruan Ge trembled and held the coffin, the purple moon in the coffin was black and cloudy, his eyes were slightly closed, his lips were dripping, and his face was like life, like a budding flower.

She couldn't afford to look at it a second time, and motioned for the lid to be closed, afraid that she would be able to carry her out of the coffin.

That's not where she's supposed to lie at all, and she'd been joking to herself a few days ago. Today, he lies in this cold coffin. Buried alone in the cold soil, how could Ziyue stand it?

She is very afraid of the dark and the cold, but what she is most afraid of is that no one is with her.

The lid of the coffin slowly closed, and Ziyue's face was hidden little by little. Finally, a tear slid down Ruan Ge's cheeks.

Uncle Qin came to Ruan Ge's side, sighed and said, "Girl, death is like a lamp going out, she can't feel anything anymore." How can you be afraid of the dark, the cold, and loneliness? ”

Ruan Ge looked back at Uncle Qin with tears in his eyes, only him, her and Ziyue, who walked closest on weekdays, cared for them like elders. So he can better understand Ruan Ge's mood.

Ruan Ge threw himself into Uncle Qin's arms, shrugging his shoulders silently, but did not make any sound.

"Girl, cry loudly if you want to, don't hold back. There's Uncle Qin here. Uncle Qin stroked her back and said softly.

Ruan Ge still didn't cry, she was like a bullied child, curled up in the arms of adults, just sobbing silently.

The purple moon has risen.

The suona was sad and desolate, and a lot of paper money floated under the gloomy sky. As if I also felt this bleak worry, the sky actually fell a little autumn rain. The cold rain weaves the endless loneliness obliquely, making people dull and helpless.

It was raining, the wind was roaring, and Ziyue's coffin gradually drifted away.

Ruan Ge waved his hand lightly at the end of the coffin's disappearance, and said fiercely in his heart: "Ziyue, don't worry, I will let the people who mutilated you go down one by one to accompany you." ”

Then she stared into the distance until she could no longer see the coffin.

Suddenly, a maid next to her suddenly exclaimed, and everyone looked at Ruan Ge.

Uncle Qin hurriedly supported Ruan Ge, while Rong Hua and Luo Chuan called her name with frightened faces. She slowly turned her head, still unconscious, and when she slowly lowered her head, she found that there was already a large cloud of red on her chest.

It turned out that her mouth was already fishy and sweet, and she subconsciously touched her lips with her hand, and the palm of her hand was scarlet and scarlet, so it turned out that she vomited blood.

The scarlet stabbing made her unable to open her eyes, she only felt dizzy, and suddenly her body seemed to be emptied, and she could no longer support it, and fell down from the soft chair. Fortunately, Ronghua rushed up with an arrow and fell into his arms.

Endless darkness struck Ruan Ge, but she clearly saw Ziyue's smile in front of her eyes.