After the tedious etiquette, Mo Lan finally sat in the new house. Taking off the hijab, the festive red of the dim candlelight swayed more and more misty, and her fingers gently swiped the silky brocade quilt embroidered with the double happiness of the dragon and phoenix, and the little bit of dazedness seemed to tell how unreal all this was—she just got married, or married to an ancient.

She remembered that Ah Zi had said before that it was difficult for people like them to be truly understood and loved by others except for their partners. So she was very glad that she met Xifeng, he understood her, loved her, and loved her. They had imagined many times that they would have a grand wedding when they quit this business, and now they were already people of two worlds. The person she married was not him.

Lord Min must not want to marry her, right? Then perhaps, she can get along with him in peace - just be a nominal couple.

Suddenly there was a slight sound of footsteps outside the door, Mo Lan frowned slightly, and quickly covered her head, and sat down on the edge of the bed, but her heart was full of pain, and her neck was sore because the crown full of pearls and phoenixes had pressed her.

The door was gently pushed open, and it was not the expected person, but Liu Yuan, the head of the palace. He stood still at the door, bowed respectfully to Mo Lan and said, "The princess is auspicious. The prince was a little drunk, so he ordered the villain to come and report that he would not come tonight, and asked the princess to rest early. ”

Not very drinkable? Mo Lan felt funny in her heart, and this reason seemed too far-fetched. It seems that this prince really doesn't want to look at her, but this is exactly what she wants, he can't come, and he saves her a lot of words. "Zhilu Dao, you go down." She couldn't help but smile and said to Liu Yuan.

Liu Yuan owed a debt and retreated, thinking that this princess was really strange, how could she still seem so happy when she was alone in the empty room on the wedding night?

After the housekeeper left, Mo Lan hurriedly threw the phoenix crown wedding dress far away, found a random piece of clothing to put on, and twisted his waist and neck a few times with his long hair like a waterfall, before he felt a lot more comfortable. I walked around the house a few times, filling my stomach, but I still didn't feel sleepy. At this time in the past, she was out on a mission, but now that she is free, she is a little at a loss. After thinking about it, she put on a warm fox fur again, pushed the door and walked out.

The winter night is still cold even if there is no wind, the moonlight softly envelops the silent courtyard, the flowers and trees on the roadside still have some unmelted snow, and the elegant and unique pavilions are so clearly scattered around, connecting into a hazy image. Mo Lan sighed as she paced slowly. She couldn't help herself from thinking about the previous time, thinking about the wind, thinking about Ah Zi, and thinking about the bits and pieces they were together. Are they okay after she's gone?

Walking all the way, thinking all the way, and when she came back to her senses, she finally found a situation that gave her a headache - she was lost. It's not that her sense of direction has deteriorated since she came to ancient times, but that this palace is too big, and the architectural style of each house is so similar, how can she remember the way back?

Shaking her head helplessly, she walked towards a pavilion not far away. This pavilion is elegantly furnished and has an excellent view, but only one stool is placed, which inevitably has a bit of a lonely charm. Mo Lan suddenly had a strange conjecture - in many lonely nights, there must be an equally lonely person sitting here, drinking alone, alone and melancholy. There is also a guqin on the stone table in the pavilion. She stretched out her hand and plucked the strings, and the sound quality was very good, it was a fine lyre.

She likes classical things and is a master at it. As agents, they must be skilled in both killing, and above all, pleasing people. Xi Feng's favorite thing is to sit quietly and watch her stroke the piano, she is a beauty with a classical temperament, Xi Feng said that when she plays the piano, that kind of beauty is incomparable. In retrospect, that scene is as if it were in front of me, but it is long gone.

sighed lightly, sat on the cold stone bench, and his slender fingers opened the melody, and a song "Liang Zhu" poured out.

The poignant sound of the piano and the tactful music, this is how Si Yunyin silently broke into this intertwined loneliness. Such a song made his heart flood with infinite desolation, as if the sound of the air of another world put him in a strange situation, and the pain of chasing almost engulfed his whole body and mind.

At the end of the song, the aftermath echoes. She reminisced lonely in the pavilion that he was lonely and sad outside the pavilion.