Feng Ming and Li Hao didn't stay long, they left the Lan Mansion, and Lord Lan sent a few of them to the door, his expression was already much more relaxed than before.

Maybe he will still feel lonely and sad, but he should listen to Zhen Xi's words and live well.

The two of them returned to the carriage, and Feng Ming asked curiously, "Sister Zhen Xi, do you really want to go to the forest to be a free bird?"

"I ......" Zhen Xi laughed awkwardly and said, "Actually...... I'm coming back this time, I can't stay too long, I just ...... I just told my father to tell him not to be too sad, so I will ask you to take more care of Lord Lan in the future......"

"Ah, Sister Zhen Xi, are you ...... Can't you stay forever......? When are you leaving......"

"Probably...... There are still three days......" Zhen Xi smiled and said, "Although the time is very short, ...... I'm lucky to be back, so ...... I don't want anything else, I just want everyone to live well in this world......"

"But...... But ......" Feng Ming said, crying again: "I...... I'll think about Sister Zhen Xi, can Sister Zhen Xi not leave......"

"No~" Zhen Xi said softly: "Your sister Zhen Xi won't stay here forever." ”

Because Zhen Xi was not originally from this world.

Li Hao watched Feng Ming chatting with a bird, he held his cheek with one hand and asked, "What's the matter?"

Feng Ming nodded in frustration, Li Hao patted Feng Ming's shoulder comfortingly, and said, "It's okay, isn't there still me with you?" ”

"Hmm!" Feng Ming nodded heavily and said, "Anyway...... I heard that Uncle Huang has been unconscious, I don't know if he is awake now......"

In the palace of Prince Heng, in the dyed ink dormitory.

Dye Mo looked at the imperial doctor kneeling in front of him with empty eyes, and said coldly: "The princess is dead?" Who said that...... Why is the princess dying......

"Wang ...... Mourning on the Prince's Day...... The princess was out of breath by the time I arrived......"

"No, she won't die......" Dye Mo looked at the person in front of him blankly: "I'm going to find her, someone...... Ahem, ahem, ahem, I'm going to ......."

As he spoke, he suddenly covered his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The imperial doctors stepped forward tremblingly and said, "Lord Wang, you must not be like this anymore, you need to stabilize your mind, and then recuperate in the palace......"

"I want to see her...... I'm going to ......," Dye Mo struggled to his feet.

In his eyes, I don't know if it was because of pain or something, there was a layer of mist.

This Prince Heng, who is infinitely beautiful on weekdays, is so weak at the moment...... All the tenacity that has been held up is for the person who is full of heart......

"I'm waiting for the prince's day to mourn ......" The old doctors didn't know what to do, so they had to kneel down and kowtow together: "I came on the orders of the emperor, if the prince has any three long and two short, I will wait for the head to be unsafe, and please pity the old ministers......"

"I, heh, I'm not in a position to pity you. ”

What does Dye Mo want to do, where can others stop it, Lao Chen stretched out his hand to stop it, but he didn't dare to touch Dye Mo's body, for fear of breaking it.

He walked out barefoot without shoes.

The imperial doctors didn't dare to reach out to stop them, so they had to watch silently and follow behind the prince.

Dying ink was wearing a very thin dress, walking forward, stepping on the falling flowers all over the courtyard, like an immortal who does not eat fireworks in the world.

In his mind, he recalled Zhen Xi's smile, close at hand, but it seemed like a different world, he didn't want to believe in some things, but he had to face some things.

Dye Mo searched all the way, and finally walked to the mourning hall.

In the center of the mourning hall, there is a black sandalwood coffin, in the coffin, Zhen Xi's body is lying in it peacefully, because of excessive blood loss, Zhen Xi's body is a miserable white......

Dying Mo looked at it, his figure suddenly fell into a trance, and the imperial doctor on the side hurriedly stepped forward to help.

"Tide Tide...... Why ......" Dye Mo looked at the cold body in front of him and couldn't help but shed tears: "Why did it become like this...... Without you, how can you make me ......"

The old ladies knelt far away outside the mourning hall, and kept repeating: "The prince mourns on his day." ”

Dye Mo waved his hand at them and ordered, "You all stand down, I want to ...... with her." Alone for a while......"

"Lord, no, how can you let the old ministers rest assured like this......" The imperial doctors said, and paused heavily: "You don't think about us slaves, you also have to think about the emperor, he hasn't thought about your affairs recently, he is your own brother......"

Dye Mo sat next to Zhen Xide's coffin, smiled bitterly, and said, "Don't worry, I won't do anything stupid, go, go back and bring the princess's favorite cloak." ”

The old ministers knelt on the ground, refusing to move, and Dye Mo slowly got up, and said, "Okay, if you don't go, I'll go by myself." ”

Dye Mo stepped barefoot on the ground of the mourning hall, and his feet had been scratched by some branch stubs, looking pitiful.

"The prince commanded, let's go now. ”

The old doctor in front gave a look to the people in the back, and the doctor in the back hurriedly stood up and was about to leave.

"Wait. Dye Mo said again, "I want you to go with me." ”

"Lord Wang! this ......"

"Do you still know that I am the prince?!cough cough!" Dye Mo said excitedly: "I've only been sick for a day, and none of you listen to me?"

"The old minister doesn't dare!"

In the end, the imperial doctors couldn't resist dyeing the ink, and with a worried look, they hurriedly left the door of the mourning hall.

Dye Mo took a deep breath, then closed the door to the mourning hall.

"Xixi, we're left now, sorry...... It was too noisy just now...... cough cough cough ......"

Dye Mo sat next to the coffin and said, "I...... I want to ...... with you Talk ......"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but sob, he couldn't control his tears, and fell into the coffin.

"Xixi, you...... Can you still look at me again?" Dyed ink's trembling hand caressed Zhen Xi's cold cheek, as if his heart was about to be cut.

There is nothing more cruel in the world than separating the people you love from each other.

Was it meant to be?

If it is destined to be so, it is better to go to the end of the world......

Dye Mo looked at Zhen Xi's pale body in a daze, and at this moment, the window of the mourning hall was suddenly blown open by a gust of wind.

The fallen leaves gradually drifted in, and suddenly a touch of blue flew along with the fallen leaves.

...... It's a blue bird.