"According to General Lee, the second general rushed down the limestone valley after the marshal. However, the soldiers searched the whole forest and the limestone valley, but the second general was nowhere to be found. Perhaps, the second general is still alive. Miss, you have to hold on. Yue Rongfei persuaded Shu Qingyue.

"Look again, look again." Shu Qingyue just repeated those two words.

At the entrance of the military tent, Ning Sichen stopped, and from him, he could see a black coffin without a coffin, Shu Qingyue was standing next to the coffin, and Yue Rongfei was supporting her. She didn't cry, but her soft and weak appearance was even more distressing.

He still remembered the night he and she stayed to take care of the poisoned soldiers, and she leaned over and asked him sneakily if he was hungry, and the bitter face when he helped her off the horse when he chased the army on the same horse, and when she was tossed on horseback. She is a very simple person, with a strategy, but she does not have any city government and scheming. Before meeting her, Ning Sichen had long been accustomed to other people's prejudice and cold words, and he didn't care about other people's eyes. She is the only one who can sit with him calmly, talk, and get along, and it comes naturally, without any deliberateness, no attempt, no calculation. She doesn't have outstanding appearance, but she is like a clear spring, which makes people want to get close, and also makes people want to go and protect.

Shu Qingyue, that is a completely different person from his sister.

But she is Shu Shengxuan's daughter.

At that moment, Ning Sichen's heart was filled with a layer of fluctuations that had never been seen before.

In the end, Ning Sichen didn't go in, he glanced at Shu Qingyue again, turned around and left.

On that day, it rained in Shan Yang City, there was no lightning and thunder, but it was a very heavy rain, and the pouring rain line engulfed the world.

In the tent, Shu Qingyue was alone, kneeling in front of Shu Shengxuan's coffin, she was very quiet, she didn't shout or cry, she was so painful that she forgot how to cry.

It's late at night, and the rain is still falling, and I don't know when it will stop, or if it just like that, it won't stop again.

Like all previous nights, there was a surging darkness everywhere, and unlike those restless nights, Heaven took back what little luck she had.

Outside the tent, Yue Rongfei was drenched in the rain and silently guarded her. He wanted to do something for her, and he didn't do anything.

A black shadow came from afar and approached, it was Ning Sichen, and he didn't hold an umbrella.

"General Yue, can I go in?" Ning Sichen walked in front of Yue Rongfei. He still wanted to come and worship Shu Shengxuan, or maybe he wanted to see her.

"Yes." Yue Rongfei said.

Ning Sichen hesitated and walked into the military tent, which was full of candles, very bright, but the scorching white light pierced people's hearts.

Ning Sichen put a stick of incense on Shu Shengxuan, and then came to Shu Qingyue.

"Miss Shu." Ning Sichen spoke, he should call her that.

"There is a reason for this, I didn't mean to hide it from General Ning." Shu Qingyue looked at Ning Sichen, since he would call her "Miss Shu", he should already know her identity.

She spoke to him in a light tone, except that her face was a little pale, and her bloodshot eyes looked a little haggard, like a nobody. But Ning Sichen could feel that the calmer she was, the greater the pain she endured in her heart. It was her father, how could she not be sad.

"Miss Shu, the festival is changing." Ning Sichen didn't know what else he could say to her at this moment.

"I will." Shu Qingyue still said very lightly.

A long time passed, and she and he didn't talk anymore, and he stayed with her like that, and didn't leave. Just like the night she slept outside the tent, she didn't say she wanted him to go, he stayed there all the time.

"General Ning, would you like to listen to me play a tune." After a long time, Shu Qingyue said.

"Hmm." Ning Sichen responded.

Shu Qingyue took the Xun from her waist and returned the brown Xun, she put the Xun to her lips and blew it. The sound of the silk music came out of Xunli, and it was still the same song, the spring and snow, and the sound quality of Xun's own vicissitudes of life combined with the sound of rain in the night, but what people could hear was another kind of love. What Ning Sichen heard from the tune was the extreme pain, the extreme injury, as if all the blood and tears had been melted into the rhythm.

Ning Sichen listened to the music, looked at Shu Qingyue who was blowing, the familiar melody, and the same sadness, he couldn't help but think of Ning Feixue at that time.

The music became softer and softer, and before a song was finished, Shu Qingyue finally put Xun down again.

"My eldest brother once said that my mother's favorite song was this song, and my father liked to listen to it too." She held Xun tightly with both hands, she said.

"If you're sad, cry." Ning Sichen said, he knew that she was holding back.

"Yes, I should have cried, but I just couldn't." She said. "Can General Ning understand the pain of losing a loved one?"

Ning Sichen was silent.

"When my eldest brother died, I had already used up all my tears, so I couldn't cry." Shu Qingyue said. She would not have imagined that three years later, her father would also leave her.

Her eldest brother? Shu Ziqian?

The light in the tent was too dim, Shu Qingyue was in sadness again, she didn't notice it, when she said her eldest brother, Ning Sichen's expression changed suddenly.

Ning Sichen's gaze moved away from Shu Qingyue's face, he was facing out of the tent, the night sky on a rainy night was unusually dark.

Yes, she is Shu Shengxuan's daughter, and of course she is also Shu Ziqian's sister.

The encounter between him and her is fate or sin!

"Then do you hate me?" Ning Sichen asked.

If he hadn't chosen to capture the capital of Liangchang Kingdom at that time, but saved Shu Shengxuan first, her father might not have died.

"My father died on the battlefield, he died a well-deserved death, and General Ning blamed himself." Shu Qingyue said.

Listening to Shu Qingyue's weak voice, Ning Sichen's cold heart actually trembled.

She didn't know that if it weren't for his sister, her father wouldn't have died. And at this moment, she was actually persuading him not to blame himself. Shu Qingyue! The more honest she was, the more heartache became.

At that time, Ning Sichen had regrets, if he was given another choice, he would definitely rescue Shu Shengxuan first.

It rained until dawn, washing the earth away. Everywhere* there is no bloodstain, but the dead are dead after all.

After that day, Shu Qingyue gave Shu Shengxuan a vigil at night, and went to find Shu Zhenxuan during the day.

Yue Rongfei even sent all the soldiers to search in the limestone valley and the woods, almost digging three feet into the ground, but he never found Shu Zhenxuan, and he couldn't see anyone alive or dead. But even so, Yue Rongfei didn't give up, he couldn't give up, that was Shu Qingyue's last relative.