The rain fell quietly, and there was only a small dripping sound, like silver-gray sticky spider silk, woven into a soft web, netting the whole autumn world.

The orange-red palace is like an old monk in a bright robe, hanging his head and closing his eyes, baptized by the rain. The damp red bricks, with their pungent pig's blood color, are in stark contrast to the green leaves beneath the walls.

The sky was also dark and dreary, like the web-covered roofs of old houses. The gray-white clouds piled up in the sky were like white powder peeling off the roof. Under the shroud of the palace, every qiē is unusually dull.

Lan Xiao'er stood numbly outside the palace in pain, not daring to move forward, staring at the coffin in the palace with empty eyes, as if as long as he didn't get closer, as long as he didn't see it, it was not him who was lying on the cold coffin, not the first person he met when he came to this time and space, Yueqi.

But I don't know if it's tears or rain on my face, so it never stops. It turns out that women are really made of water, and they always think that their tears have dried up in the past few days, but now they are still flowing.

How can I forget him? I can't forget it, maybe it's just because it's too profound.

Lan Xiao'er looked at the strange or surprised or respectful eyes of the people around her, this qiē was not important to her current self, if he left, she didn't want to stay here.

"Xiao'er, you're wet, I'll take you in." Yueyu's distressed voice came.

Lan Xiao'er, who was reversed, looked at Yue Yu beside her, her eyes full of worry. suddenly remembered that he was now his unfinished imperial concubine, he shouldn't be so out of shape in front of everyone, he was a prince, and he couldn't talk to others.

How did you forget? But after all, I was going to let him down, but I couldn't gossip about him like this.

Lan Xiao'er nodded weakly, and Yueyu helped her into the palace. The full-eyed officials knelt on the ground, and the eyes of Lan Xiao'er, who were full of white stripes and thorns, were in pain, and the closer they got to the coffin in the palace, the more their bodies trembled.

Yueyu hugged Lan Xiao'er even tighter, and said softly: "Xiao'er, don't be afraid, I'm here." ”

The warm breath blew on Lan Xiao'er's neck, and this warmth seemed so luxurious. Lan Xiao'er nodded gently, but her body still trembled uncontrollably, and her tears still couldn't stop flowing.

Yueyu sighed lightly, took Lan Xiao'er to a sheltered place, and instructed the eunuch beside her, "Go and get some braziers." ”

The eunuch looked surprised, probably thinking that it was not cold this day, but he still obeyed the order and went down to get the brazier.

Yueyu looked at Lan Xiao'er in her arms, she was afraid that she would be cold, and she wanted to warm not only her body, but her heart, but now she can only be like this

There is a time for burial in the palace, Yueyu watched the time approaching little by little, looked at Lan Xiao'er beside her, who had been crying since she came in, opened her mouth, but said nothing.

Lan Xiao'er only felt that she was starting to have a headache again, and she almost wanted to faint with a headache, but she didn't dare to walk over, she was afraid, she always felt that she couldn't see it, then it wasn't him, but

Lan Xiao'er looked sideways at Yue Yu and whispered, "It's not him lying there, right?" ”

Yueyu knew that Lan Xiao'er was referring to the crown prince, but how should she answer her now? Looking at her innocent appearance, she should be like a young girl, innocently yearning for happiness, but now, she is so lifeless. But myself

Yueyu nodded with some difficulty.

Lan Xiao'er's eyes suddenly flashed with brilliance, and when she looked at the coffin again, her eyes dimmed again.

Lan Xiao'er said a little sadly: "Why does that portrait look like him?" ”

Yueyu followed her eyes, the corners of her mouth pulled down bitterly, and the portrait of the crown prince Yueqi hung in the center.

Lan Xiao'er suddenly lost control and said, "Why is his portrait hanging here?" Take it down quickly, it's bad luck for him. ”

Yueyu nodded a little sadly. He called out to a eunuch and walked over.

Yueyu stretched out his hand and pointed: "Take down the portrait." His voice was not loud, but his ears came into the ears of everyone in the palace, and they all looked at him in surprise, but because he was the prince, maybe the next emperor of the Yue Kingdom, he didn't dare to say anything about his great disrespect to the dead crown prince.

The eunuch looked over with Yueyu's hand, then turned around, knelt down with a "bang", and kept kowtowing and sparing: "Fourth prince, the slave knows that she is wrong, spare the little one." ”

Lan Xiao'er felt everyone's gaze, and was very uncomfortable, grabbed Yueyu's arm suddenly, and shook her head in fear: "Don't." ”

Yue Yu thought that he didn't want the portrait to take it down, so he waved his hand, and the eunuch hurriedly said, "Fourth Prince Xie." "It seems like I can run for my life.

Yueyu glanced coldly for a week, and then everyone hurriedly turned around, still kneeling in front of the coffin.

Lan Xiao'er stood up abruptly and walked towards the coffin step by step. The body is still shaking, and the steps are still heavy.

Yueyu called softly: "Laugh." ”

Lan Xiao'er stopped her steps and looked at Yue Yu vacantly.

Yueyu hugged her hands tightly and sighed: "Don't be afraid, I'll compensate you." ”

The coffin seemed to be the end of the world, the closer Lan Xiao'er's heart hurt, the more painful it became, and the memories of the past were vivid, surging in:

"I'm really reluctant to be here, let's come back here together in the future, okay? We will not be separated for the rest of our lives. Mi Aiai raised her head and looked at the starry sky and said.

Weiye nodded and said, "Okay." ”

Mi Aiai smiled and stretched out the little finger of her right hand and said, "We make an agreement to pull the hook." ”

Weiye learned Mi Aiai's movements and stretched out his right little thumb.

The hands of the two were hooked, and Mi Aiai smiled and said: "Hang yourself on the hook, and you will not change for a hundred years." ”

Life meets, death follows each other, don't talk about the mirror, just look at each other's eyes, see yourself, and see each other. At this time, the two of them looked at each other with a smile, hoping in their hearts that this vow would definitely come true

Lan Xiao'er smiled miserably, struggled to break free of Yueyu's hands holding her, and stroked the coffin and muttered, "Have you forgotten the original agreement?" You said that we will not be separated for the rest of our lives, and we will also make an agreement that we will not change for a hundred years, you have never spoken the word, why didn't you abide by it this time? ”

Lan Xiao'er trembled and leaned her head on the coffin, as if lying on Weiye's shoulders, and continued to mumble: "Remember the day I said I loved you? That's not a joke, it's true, you wood. ”

Lan Xiao'er couldn't help but cry again: "Why are you always so stupid? Or is this qiē just wishful thinking on my part? ”

Lan Xiao'er's words came into Yueyu's ears in full amount, and it sounded like a pinprick, "I will never be separated from love for a lifetime" Yueyu kept repeating in her heart.

Looking at Lan Xiao'er, who was caught in the memory, sometimes gentle and sometimes painful, clenched his fists sadly, if Lan Xiao'er met herself first, what would the scene be? Will you fall in love with yourself?

"Life-death-phase." I heard a female scream.

Yueyu, who was reversed, heard the sound and saw Lan Xiao'er slamming into the coffin, and sliding to the ground.

Yueyu hurriedly rushed over, hugged Lan Xiao'er in her arms, stroked her blood-dripping forehead, and couldn't hold back her tears anymore: "Xiao'er, why are you so stupid?" Can't you fall in love with me? ”