When Su Yueming walked out of Yonghe Garden, she raised her head and looked at the horizon in the distance.

The sky is fading, the remnant sun is like blood, the oblique sun is reflected on her white jade flawless face, and her whole person looks a little blurry in the light and shadow, as if she doesn't know when she will leave.

The scenery of the world is dreamlike and ethereal, is this the same as the sky in the previous life?

The seventh aunt is gone again, this is what she didn't expect, a person who doesn't have the courage to hold his head high and live, but he may have a dead liliang, Su Yueming understood another truth.

Because of Su Yurong's honesty at all times, she didn't want to kill the seventh aunt, not because she forgave the seventh aunt, but because she didn't want Su Yurong to be alone in the future.

"Third Miss, I went to inquire just now, the eldest lady has new injuries and old injuries, and now she is still unconscious, her life is in danger, the prime minister has spoken, you must save the eldest lady." Bi'er informed Su Yueming of the news she had inquired about one by one.

"What about the eldest lady?" Su Yueming asked.

"Somehow, such a thing happened to the eldest lady, but the eldest lady was nowhere to be found, and I heard that the prime minister was still angry about it."

"Oh." Su Yueming nodded lightly, at this moment, she didn't seem to be interested in Su Baixi's affairs.

This battle has hurt the root of the eldest lady, and the truth of Su Tianru's tragic death has been revealed, and the seventh aunt is gone, the old lady and Su Buqing have run out of patience with the eldest lady, if she is not miscalculated, the eldest lady has basically come to an end this time.

What she was thinking about now was-

She spread out her hand, holding the small porcelain bottle that Su Buqing gave her, which was said to contain aphrodisiac medicine.

"Third Miss, the king of the North Courtyard is invited." As if knowing that she was thinking about him, at this time, Murong Canghai sent Ying Lie to call her forward.

"Wait a moment, you go back to the king of the North Courtyard, and I'll be there later." She put the small porcelain vase back in her sleeve and said.

After changing his clothes, before he could do anything, he heard the sound of a flute.

I only heard the quaint silver notes sliding down in the sound of the flute, this sound, like water, long and long, listen carefully, but it seems to stretch the meaning of murmuring sadness.

Su Yueming pushed open the courtyard door and saw a dark purple figure standing under the pear blossom tree in the courtyard, slender, cold and hard, proud, and intolerable to the world.

The morning mist had not yet melted, and the white petals lingered around him, as if there was a rising fairy aura.

She didn't expect that a man like Murong Canghai would have such leisure and elegance.

She stepped forward, not startling him, but walked aside, raised her hand to pluck a crystal clear pear blossom, and placed it in the palm of her hand.

There was a dew drop hidden in the petals, and she opened her lips slightly and put the pear blossom between her lips.

Such a pure and flawless flower has a bitter meaning.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, and in that misty light, she seemed to see the old times again.

"You're here." The sound of the flute stopped, and he turned to look at her, and asked, as if he had known that she would come.

She raised her eyes and met him, and the eyes of the two intertwined in mid-air, as if separated by a hundred years.

"Yes, I'm here." She said.

The wind blows, and the white petals fall like snow, falling in the hair, on the placket, and in the palms of the hands......