Xia Xiwan stretched out her trembling little hand and covered her little face, and at this moment she cried bitterly, any hot tears shuttled between her fingers.

Lu Hanting's eyes were red, he reached out and hugged Xia Xiwan in his arms, the moonlight was hazy tonight, and sadness drowned them like a tide.

……

Lu Hanting and Xia Xijuan immediately set off and went back to Huaxi, Lu Zixian was alone when he left, and now they went back to see him.

Lu Zixian was born in the imperial capital and was the second son of the Lu family, but he was not buried in the imperial capital, he did not move into the tomb of the Lu family, he was just buried on the bank of the Luoshui River.

Xia Xiwan was wearing a black coat, standing quietly in front of the tombstone, at this time Huaxi entered the coldest season, there is a photo of Lu Zixian on the tombstone, his cold and elegant appearance is engraved here into eternity.

Lu Hanting sat in a wheelchair, and the secretary next to him said in a low voice, "President, the old lady already knows the bad news of Young Master Zixian, and she has gray hair overnight, fortunately, she has Aunt Yin Yin by her side, but... Young Master Zixian is the heir and bloodline of the Lu family after all, his roots are in the imperial capital, and the old lady has also spoken, should we... Bring Young Master Zixian home? ”

Lu Hanting looked at Xia Xiwan by the river, and when she came back all the way, she stopped talking, and now she was standing quietly beside Lu Zixian, he didn't go over, and he didn't bother, because he knew that this was the time between her and Lu Zixian.

Lu Hanting lightly opened his thin lips, "Who did Zixian's funeral?" ”

"It's Young Master Yiyi."

Lu Hanting slowly hooked his thin lips, and then muttered, "That's it, Yiyi means Zixian, go home, which home to go back to?" ”

The imperial capital, that is not Zixian's home.

Zixian left home at a young age and began to wander around very early, taking care of himself and growing up.

Lu Hanting raised his head and looked at the bank of the Luoshui River, when the Huaxi Lanlou and the mermaids were fighting, the water of the ancestors of the Lanlou stained this half of Luoshui, and later Zixian pulled out the Xuanyuan Sword that night, and the red glow filled the sky, and since then, the water of the Luohe River has also been washed away.

Now the whole Luo River is crystal clear, sparkling, the sound of gurgling and flowing water comes from the ears, and the rows of evergreen trees on the riverside are already the beautiful appearance of fine water flowing for a long time, and the years are quiet.

"Look." Lu Hanting said in a low voice.

What the?

The secretary followed Lu Hanting's gaze.

"You see, Lanlou is on the other side of Luoshui, because Wanwan is there, so Zixian is here, Zixian, born for her, died into evergreen stone, living beside her, where is Zixian's home, the emperor is not, the Lu family is not, where there is her, it is home."

A glimpse of the young emperor's capital on the street ignited the brightest fireworks in Lu Zixian's cold life, he also experienced love, hatred, hatred, and love, although he was only 27 years old, although he ended little, but his life was complete.

Love is deep, Lu Sijue is, and so is Lu Zixian.

……

Lu Hanting and Xia Xiwan returned to the Huaxi royal family, Lu Hanting soon fell, with his current body, accompanying Xia Xiwan to this way has reached his biggest limit.

The doctor put on an oxygen mask for Lu Hanting, Xia Xiwan stood beside the bed with red eyes, she watched Lu Hanting breathe very hard, inhale, exhale, and every time a layer of white mist was covered in the oxygen mask.

Xia Xiwan held Lu Hanting's hand, tears blurred her eyes, but she couldn't say a word.

Lu Hanting knew that she was sad in her heart, she was still wearing that black dress, with a small white flower in her ear, she had just returned from Lu Zixian's tomb, her hands were cold, cold and no temperature.