It is mourning, it is love, it is joy, it is sorrow, it is life, it is death, it is separation, it is not as blurred as fireworks.

A song that tells the gods, composing a tearful love.

Warm and affectionate, moist and painful.

The warm past, overlapping, twists and turns, is nostalgic and unforgettable.

The flute sound is sudden, and the low sound tells the endless pain in the heart.

Then, the cold into the ear, the sad complaint, instantly turned into nothingness.

The light in his eyes is flowing, between the dead branches and single branches, under the bright window and bright sun, the man stands alone, his thin lips gently playing the jade flute on his lips like a dragonfly.

Under the four eyes, the softness in his eyes was completely gone, and the brilliance between his eyes dimmed a little.

The cold wind flickered, raising a chilling chill that was so cold that it was so cold that it was rolled into the sleeves of the gorgeous clothes and made Nangong Luo Jing shiver.

Nangong Luo Jing pursed her lips, lowered her eyes, turned around, and a sense of desolation and loneliness arose, and a wry smile appeared on her slightly pursed lips.

The "princess" was about to take a step when she heard someone calling behind her, and the flute in the room had somehow flashed behind her.

She raised her eyes, turned her head, suppressed her already turbulent heart at the moment, and whispered: "Yin" glanced forward a little unnaturally, and the afterglow blurred the appearance of the person in front of her.

He listened to her call him like this, and there was a hint of brilliance in his dim eyes, which was fleeting.

"Is the wound better?" she couldn't bear the silence, so she opened her mouth first.

His thoughts rewind to seven days ago, and the words that fell in his ears that day have been ringing in his ears for several days.

"Princess, Fengyin can no longer face the princess, please take care of the princess" After the silence that day, it was in exchange for his words.

When I heard it, I felt a chill in my heart.

"Well, it's okay," he bowed his head in response to her, and glanced at the woman in a red brocade dress, and her eyes couldn't leave Nangong Luo Jing.

"It's okay" Nangong Luo Jing bypassed behind Feng Yin, walked to the eaves, looked at the room from the door, the faint warm light projected like in the room, the already empty room, suddenly had a trace of warmth, Nangong Luo Jing smiled indifferently, and sighed in his heart, it's better to be here.

"It was Yin who asked her to bring Luo Jing here," she meant the shallow wind.

The person on the side didn't answer, just nodded.

"Everything here, but what is left to Luo Jing is only stuck in the time of ten years ago" She sighed softly, and said faintly: "And what it leaves you is the memories of those ten years, Yin came to see Luo Jing today to see Luo Jing off" looked sideways at the man under the sun, still with a handsome face, but covered with a layer of sorrow and a layer of sadness.

But seeing that he bowed his head, staring at Nangong Luojing's eyes without a trace of waves.

Nangong Luo Jing stared at everything in the room, was silent for a moment, then turned around abruptly, slowly walked past Feng Yin's side, paused for a moment, and then didn't look back, leaving only the person behind him lowered his eyes, thinking about something

The "princess" slowly walked out of Luo Yuan, and the words without a trace of temperature slipped into her ears, Nangong Luo Jing turned around and stared at Luo Yuan for a moment, and then whispered: "Let's go"

Heavy name hall

King Wei walked slowly to the top of the main hall with Nangong Luo Jing, and saw that the group was already waiting from a distance, Nangong Luo Jing glanced at King Wei beside him, and the reluctance in his eyes was unusually clear.

"The ministers see the king, the princess" The people in the palace, as soon as they saw that the king and the princess were coming, they bowed down to the ground to greet them.

Hearing that the hall was suddenly silent, Nangong Luo Jing slowly followed behind King Wei and walked past everyone.

"Zhongqing's family get up" A loud and courageous voice sounded, and when everyone heard this, they got up one after another, and raised their eyes to see their king sitting on the throne, and the person next to him was today's protagonist Nangong Luojing.

Nangong Luo Jing looked at the moment when everyone in the hall got up, his eyes looked at him with a brush, it seemed that he had not encountered such a situation yet, he was a little dumb, his eyes were patrolling the people in the hall, the dark blue official was the minister of the country, and the person standing in the center of the ministers was dressed in a military uniform, with a helmet in his hand, and a handsome face, with a little coldness that no one could approach, it was him

"The general came from afar, hard work"

Nangong Luo Jing was observing the people in the hall, and suddenly heard King Wei speak, so he listened carefully.

"King Wei's words are serious, Murong He is here at the will of King Xi, to escort the third princess to Xiling" I saw the man in military uniform bowing his head and answering.

Nangong Luojing's eyes fell on the man who bowed his head, and secretly said in his heart that he was the one who escorted him

After that, it was King Wei who explained some things to himself, and the words of Yiyi before parting, unconsciously, two hours passed, and under the reminder of the palace people who reported the time, King Wei walked out of the Chongming Hall with Nangong Luo Jing with a sad mood, and everyone followed.

As soon as "sister" stepped out of the hall, she heard a voice that was still as immature as ever, and when she turned her eyes, she saw Heng'er's face full of tears, only to hear King Wei sigh softly beside him, raised his hand, and Heng'er ran over.

"Sister~~~" with a crying voice: "Heng'er is reluctant to let you go, reluctant ~~~"

Nangong Luojing was a little stunned when she heard this, the mist covered her eyes, and also blurred the appearance of this beautiful boy, she gently inhaled her nose, rubbed the boy's face, gently wiped away her tears for him, and said with a faint smile: "Heng'er, don't cry, okay" coaxed the child softly.

"Heng'er doesn't want my sister to go~~~" a slightly nasal cry.

"My sister will often come back to visit Heng'er, so Heng'er must obediently obey her father's words, you know" The hand gently stroked the young man's back, and when King Wei saw this, he beckoned two palace maids and motioned for them Nangong Heng to take them down.

Not long after, Nangong Luo Jing got into the luxurious carriage in front of everyone's eyes and left the royal city with great momentum.

When she got into the carriage, she looked back and looked at the royal city, which was even more solemn in the bright sunshine, until the halo in her eyes slowly overflowed, and she entered the carriage with the support of Yan'er.

"Princess" Yan'er was waiting for her as a bride maid for her marriage to Xiling.

Nangong Luojing looked at the slowly passing scenery outside the window, heard Yan'er's call, but did not turn her head.

Yan'er looked at Nangong Luojing, took out the things in her sleeve with a little hesitation, and said softly: "Princess, this is what the king gave to the maid to give to the princess."

"What is it" Hearing this, Nangong Luo Jing turned his head slightly and looked at the thing wrapped in yellow brocade.

"This is" reached out and took it, just one glance, and the wetness in his eyes could no longer be suppressed.