readx; As soon as he said this, Hu Shijiu, who was behind the tree, was startled, and his voice ......

She leaned against the trunk of the tree and tilted her head slightly, and the man's next words reached Hu Shijiu's ears more clearly. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Your Majesty...... Spare your life! When the man saw Murong Mingmei loosen his clothes, he hurriedly knelt down and begged for mercy.

"Shut up!" Murong Mingmei reprimanded in a low voice, "Don't disturb my Ye'er's sleep." ”

When the man heard Murong Mingmei's words, he secretly glanced at the tomb under the firelight, and somehow, the appearance of the woman in front of him was more similar to the face under the loess.

He was about to say something, but he was immediately silenced, but he just kept kowtowing to Murong Mingmei.

Murong Mingmei frowned in disgust, she stared at Murong Ye's tomb, this person closest to her, how could she say that she would leave?

The torch in her hand came with a slightly hot temperature, and Murong Mingmei felt that only this temperature could prove that she was still alive, and this truth seemed to remind her that her child, the only child, Murong Ye, had passed away suddenly......

She is not a woman who likes to reminisce and regret.

Murong Mingmei has always firmly believed that living in memories for a long time, except for Gu Ying's self-pity, seeing her good years grow old in vain, such a life is not her Murong Mingmei's life.

However, recently, she often reminisced and regretted that if she hadn't sent Murong Ye to Chen Guo that day, everything would have been different?

No, what should happen happens.

Murong Ye, the child she is most proud of, is destined to be unwilling to be mediocre.

The light of the fire illuminated the lonely grave in the forest, and the dark red light was like the anger of the man who had been sleeping in the ground.

Behind Murong Mingmei were several black-clothed guards holding torches, like a fiery dragon hovering in the dense forest.

With such a brave team and such a careful arrangement, how could it be, how could it fall short?

"Her Majesty the Empress......"

Feet. A humble voice was heard.

It was a "poor worm" who was born as a human being, but should have died a long time ago.

Can't kill him here, such filthy blood......

If Ye'er had a spirit in the sky, she wouldn't like it......

"Go back to where you need to be." Murong Mingmei was contemptuous. Condescendingly looked at the man who was prostrate on the ground.

The man felt relieved when he heard Murong Mingmei's words, and he hurriedly stood up and slowly retreated in the direction of those guards.

At this time, the firelight in Murong Mingmei's hand illuminated his appearance.

It's really him!

Hu Shijiu's exclamation almost blurted out, but fortunately, the black snake sensed it. Busy using witchcraft to seal Hu Nineteen's voice.

Even though the night was dark, even though the man quickly disappeared into the night, however, at that moment, Hu Shijiu saw his face clearly.

Han Moyang!

Han Mochen's biological eldest brother - Han Moyang!

How did he end up here!

Could it be ......

The dense forest at night added to the coldness, Murong Mingmei tightened the gorgeous clothes on his body, and whispered towards the lonely tomb: "Good boy, my aunt will come to see you another day." ”

Her gaze turned to the blue and white porcelain vase on the ground that had been shattered into several petals.

Hu Shijiu only saw Murong Mingmei leaning over to pick up the glass lamp that had long been extinguished on the ground, and then used the torch in his hand. Renew the light to it.

"Ye'er, wait a little longer, my aunt will bring that little winemaker to accompany you......"

After saying that, she lightly placed the glass lamp on Murong Ye's tomb, she raised her slender neck, turned around and held the torch high, like a dazzling fire, and turned around to merge into the countless bright fires behind her.

All around, back to loneliness.

Hu Shijiu walked out quietly from behind the tree.

On Murong Ye's tomb, the glass lamp emitted a faint firelight.

She bent down. I just wanted to pick up the fragments of the wine bottle, but I felt a light in my sleeves.

"Be careful!" The black snake conjured into a human form and said behind Hu Shijiu.

"Miss Nineteen, don't touch it." Black Snake whispered.

If another day, when Murong Mingmei comes here again. found that the fragments were put away, perhaps, she would set up a net here, and let Hu Shijiu really bury Murong Ye.

"It's fine." Hu Shijiu carefully put away the broken porcelain one by one, she hesitated for a moment, and then used her hand next to Murong Ye's grave. Dig a small pit and bury all the porcelain pieces in it.

Xiao Hei watched her act like this, but he looked at the porcelain pieces with a somewhat nervous expression, he was not sure if his mana could restore the scene before Hu Shijiu touched it, and after Murong Mingmei just left.

He couldn't understand Hu Shijiu's actions. Miss Nineteen, do you like the master?

If she does, why doesn't she stay with her master?

If she didn't like it, why would she take such a big risk to stay here?

The black snake sighed, he felt that he was empty of human form, but he was still far from cultivating into an adult.

Hu Shijiu likes Murong Ye, and he has a special place in her heart.

Perhaps, until the moment Murong Ye died, he didn't know that that stubborn and naughty girl was a red fox from the mountains.

He couldn't even know that among Han Mochen and himself, it wasn't Hu Shijiu who chose Han Mochen.

Instead, from the very beginning, he did not meet this "Red Fox Nineteen" who was bent on repaying his gratitude at the right time.

Perhaps, what he lost to Han Mochen was not who was more brave and good at fighting, nor the length of time he spent by Hu Shijiu's side, what he lost to Han Mochen was a previous life that he had never met Hu Shijiu.

"Miss Nineteen, if you were to go back in time, would you choose the master?" Xiao Hei looked silent, quietly looking at Hu Shijiu in Murong Ye's grave, and asked in a low voice.

Will it?

Those little guesses, those childhood sweethearts, always make people have warm memories......

However......

"No, it won't."

Hu Shijiu said softly, she turned to look at Xiao Hei: "Send me back." ”

Xiao Hei really wanted to ask why Hu Shijiu would answer himself so firmly.

However, even if Hu Shijiu told him that Xiao Hei, who had a face similar to Murong Ye, would also be incomprehensible......

The glass lamp on the mound emitted a faint halo, as if Murong Ye was equally eager to know an answer.

Hu Shijiu looked at Xiao Hei with a blank face, she couldn't help but turn around and take a deep look at the glass lamp that had not yet been extinguished, and said softly: "Murong Ye, I'm sorry......"

Love is not the possession that destroys everything, it is not the unscrupulous means that use all the scheming, and it is not the imposition of what you think is "right" and "good" on others.

Love is trust, fulfillment, and the courage to see the other person's smile, and to be stronger and strive to take every step.

Hu Nineteen, she likes Murong Ye......

However, the only thing she loves is Han Mochen......

(To be continued.) )