In the 387th year of Beixiang Yuande, the backyard of the Nan'an Palace, the sky is from the full moon, and the white of Lingling. Dozens of servants stood guard outside the main hall door, all with their heads bowed, silent and only breathing to each other.

After a long while, a string of crisp and pleasant bells jingled from far and near. Looking down and squinting, the faint red skirt became clearer and brighter.

"What's going on?"

"The county lord, the princess, is dead."

After Kiyono said this, the person in front of her did not move, and she looked up suspiciously. The girl froze in place, looked at the main hall with wooden eyes, and then walked into the room in a distracted manner, stepping on the cotton step by step.

Duanmu Yuhua was not able to react to the information just now, because Yuxi Lingyue was going to go to the outside of the plug to do errands, so she pestered him a little more today, how could she come back - she didn't have a mother?

She pushed the door open and entered the bedroom, where her father, whom she hadn't seen for six years, knelt on the edge of her mother's bed, holding her hand tightly. With gray hair, tears rolled down the wrinkles, and it didn't go smoothly.

There were only three words in his mouth, sorry.

The dense needles pierced the heart, and the pain spread all the way. Duanmu Xihua knew that his mother didn't love his father, so he took her to the backyard when he was a child. The king of Nan'an once accepted a beautiful concubine, Mrs. Qian, she looked at the past with wide eyes, and she was born with her mother in seven points.

Daddy looked at his mother coldly, and her mother still took the cup of tea with a soft smile, and carefully placed it. As a result, the king of Nan'an was no longer bored with himself, and he did not set foot in this backyard for six years.

Later, her mother slept more and more often after her and her wife. Even when he was awake, he only lay quietly on the soft couch, watching the purple smoke rising from the incense burner, until he saw the late night.

In the day, I used very little food, and over time, my body became thinner and thinner. Duanmu Xihua actually expected it in her heart, but in front of her, she still blindly pretended to be naïve and ignorant of the world, trying to make her not leave her because she was not at ease.

Her mother looks gentle and easy to speak, but she is really a person. What she said.

"Zhuzhu'er, you always have to go alone. Only by being able to face all the wind and frost alone can we be invincible and invincible. ”

Same as the man seven years ago.

"Zhuzhu'er, I'm leaving, you take care of yourself alone."

Her mother Xie Yunrong, her former sweetheart Xie Jiusi. One by one, they brought light to themselves in the darkness, and when they walked, they demanded that they be strong. You say bastards don't assholes, how hard is that.

Duanmu Yuhua didn't expect that three days later, at the funeral of this bastard, he met another bastard. In the first three days, arrange a suitable longevity material, Nanmu coffin, funeral goods, paper tribute, and weeping people...... Then invite the monks who came to Jialan Temple to chant the scriptures.

She thought for a moment, and put her mother's favorite black lacquer nine-section flute in it before closing the coffin.

Her mother is the princess of Nan'an, and there are many people who come to mourn, and the heads of various families and young masters come in turn from high to low. Fu family, Wei family, Baili family, Jiang family,...... Then there is the crown prince, the king of Jin, and then the important ministers of the court, and they form a column of incense.

"Why didn't Lu Xiang come?"

It was the young man who was in the first row of incense, Duanmu Xihua thought about it, it should be Fu Xingxuan, the leader of the cavalry who was very wrong with Lu Weizhen in the middle of the court. She is not familiar with these two people, but she has heard from her husband that she is young and amazing.

Yiwen and Yiwu are not very old, but they have already jumped to a high position. This is not pleasing to each other, and it is also a means of checks and balances for the emperor.

"Back to Gongzi, Lord Lu was ordered to go to Dongyang Kingdom to investigate, and he only came back a few days ago, and he was tired of traveling. I heard that I'm still recuperating at this time, and I'm too sick to get up. ”

"Oh, this scourge will last for thousands of years. Come with me later, and bring him an old hen. ”

The two of them didn't have a loud voice, but because they were standing at the front of the coffin, they were heard clearly by Duanmu Xihua.

"The head of the Xie family came to offer condolences."

The voices outside the door shouted, and this time the whispers between the crowd disappeared. Everyone looked at the door, their expressions were complicated, disdainful, surprised, stunned, and more faintly gossip and curiosity......

"The head of the Xie family? That's not ......"

It was a senior aunt in the palace, looking at Duanmu Xihua who was kneeling on the ground, and hurriedly covered her lips.

Xie Jiajiulang, a gentleman. Smile before the flower, and fold the romance. It was a shock that only existed in memory, seven years ago, the fourteen young man, who was short-lived, and became famous in the imperial capital.

Then the Xie family was wiped out, and in seven years, he disappeared cleanly. Everyone only says, there is no Xie Lang in the world.

In addition to these, for Duanmu Yuhua, this person used to be her sweetheart. It is known to everyone in Shengjing, her ex-fiancé.