"It's Xiu'er!" She saw the silver hairpin on her head! "It's my Xiu'er, and she still has a colorful silver hairpin on her head that she said she likes, and I gave her a hairpin!" People can be burned beyond recognition, but hairpins don't change! Seeing her burned to a blur of flesh and blood, Long Yu cried bitterly.

In order to pay tribute to the dead Xiu'er, Long Yu and Qiao'er did not eat for three days. Seeing that Long Yu was getting haggard day by day, Yi Yan went on a hunger strike with her, but later Long Yu couldn't bear it, so he had to agree to eat and quit eating meat for a week.

Long Yu was not the only one who felt guilty for Xiu'er's death, Qiao'er also turned around and hit the coffin on the day she saw Xiu'er's body buried. I just broke my head and fainted. After a few days of cultivation, my head is not very clear, and when I often serve tea, I see a maid like Xiu'er and hold someone's hand and say sorry and other stupid words.

And Long Yu, at the end of August, often misses his father; I also miss their playfulness when they first arrived; I miss laughing and enjoying flowers with Xiu'er Qiaoer in the Imperial Garden; Occasionally, when I am sad when I am stupid, I miss a cold mask face, I think of how he looked when I quarreled with him and got angry, and I remembered the decision when I said that I had nothing to do with it again.

Long Yu once thought that people would regret it, once they did something wrong and received an unforgettable and irreparable punishment. These days have been quiet, I have thought a lot, missed a lot, and regretted a lot, but I have come here until now, but I seem to be full of guilt for many people. To Xiu'er, Abba, Longhui...

At that time, because Long Yu and Qiao'er were too sad and didn't want to investigate the cause of the fire that day, they kept it on hold. I knew that I had no intention of investigating again, and there was no basis for the investigation, so I only determined that it was an accidental fire rather than arson. Placed in why Xiu'er died in the book collection tent of the concubine, Qiao'er's words gave a reasonable explanation: Xiu'er went back to the library to borrow books, probably because she caught fire when she was taking the books and didn't have time to escape; Or maybe Xiu'er found a fire when she went into the study again and wanted to put out the fire, but the fire was so big that Xiu'er burned Xiu'er to death. And Yi Yan's entire collection of books and paintings, including the painting skin, were all buried in the fire. The pony had never said a word about it, but Long Yu could see that every time he saw Qiao'er, the way he looked was different than before. She just thought that it must be because she was worried about the burning of books and painting skins, and Xiu'er's death. But there was no resentment in his eyes, and there was no meaning of blame, what it was, he couldn't feel it.

As time passes, the pain will be forgotten by the new things and the new people.

The steppes are not so hot in mid-August.

I want to step out of the prairie and go back to the palace. It's because my mood has changed, I don't resent Long Hui anymore, on the contrary, I began to miss him, and then from nostalgia to missing, from missing to wanting to see.

It is difficult for people to see each other, and the heart is always elusive and difficult to be at peace; And it's very easy to meet, that is, put the diaphragm in your heart aside for the time being, and then you can leave a qiē to meet.

To put it bluntly, it's actually very simple, it's to see if you really want to see it, and how much you want to see it.

"Yiyan, Long Yu misses Amma." It's a high-sounding excuse.

It was also my first request, and he agreed. However, "This time, you go back first, I can't accompany you here." His tone is still so gentle, but since Xiu'er's death, he always feels that something has changed, and he can't catch it, quietly, maybe I'm thinking too much.

"Hmm..."

Long Yu, who was sitting in the sedan chair, was still thinking about Yiyan's eyes and words when he parted.

"Qiao'er, you stay." Without any reason, I left my maid in the steppe.

Later, he rewarded me with two or three maids to accompany Long Yu back to the Central Plains, and she said that there was no need, just to go back to her parents' house.

But his gentlemanly demeanor will never change, and his delicate mind will never change, so Long Yu accepted it despite all kinds of excuses. Sitting in a sedan chair and looking at the scenery along the way, will women become more and more cautious and greedy, is this the case?

It's better that you're thinking too much about yourself! Maybe it's just punishing yourself for your lies? Obviously going back to the palace, what is going back to my parents' house? Long Yu is a princess, and of course the palace is her own maiden home, so thinking about it may make an excuse for herself.

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