Regardless of the storm outside, her Fengqi Palace is still peaceful, to say that it is ugly, there is no human touch, Fengqi Palace is not used to lighting lights, the palace people are in the dark, like a fish in water, carefully observed, these palace people are blind.

"All of you in the afternoon, go and kneel outside the temple."

The sudden appearance broke the tranquility of Fengqi Palace, and the palace people were only slightly stunned, going outside to kneel, even if they didn't know why they knelt.

"Princess, really? Do you really want to take it out? Wouldn't it be too dangerous? "Xiao Piao brought a wooden box from the dormitory, the box was old, and it was dusty on it.

Yiren was not in a hurry to open it, and took out the envelope that Qi Luo brought back from his cuff, "Xiao pick? ”

"Princess?"

"It's not a dream, is it?"

Xiao Xiao didn't answer, in the dark, the sound of water drops was clearly audible, it seemed so abrupt, Xiao Xiao hurriedly picked up the glass lamp.

The envelope was mostly stained with blood, and Yiren slowly unfolded it, as if he could see that night, he sat in front of the lamp and wrote a letter, it must have been very cold that night, maybe it was already snowing in the southwest, he must have smiled.

The pearls with broken threads can't be recovered, the envelope is wet a little bit, the blood stains are blurred, and those who are silent, who don't have time to speak, slowly pass away from their original appearance.

Yiren couldn't imagine what kind of mood he was in writing this letter, how desperate he should be, how much he should have loved, and she, who could do nothing, guarded her all his life, protected her all his life, and now, he left her behind, and gave up the girl in his heart.

The so-called tribulation, but birth, old age, sickness and death, the so-called life is full of states, but the ups and downs, partial to her brother, everything is empty, if you can ask fate, Yiren wants to ask a sentence, what is it?

But now, she is dead, what is the basis for many injustices in the world? She had to understand what her brother had told her with death.

"Little pick, let's go."

"Your Royal Highness the Princess, the courtiers have something important to say."

Zhaoyuan stood in the inner courtyard, dressed in plain clothes, with no fat powder between his eyebrows, his eyes were slightly red, and he was holding a tray in his hand.

When Yiren saw this person again, her heart was out of breath, her fingers clenched unconsciously, she called herself a courtier, but she was blaming her?

Zhaoyuan only entered the inner hall, glanced at the box held in Xiao Xuan's arms, and let out a sneer, his eyebrows and eyes were full of disdain, but he looked at the tray in his hand with affection, and he was reluctant, but he still handed it to Yiren.

"Before leaving, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince asked me to find a suitable opportunity to hand this over to you, but I didn't expect it to be at this time." She laughed herself, more self-deprecating.

When Yiren saw her white plain clothes, they knew that she had just received the news of her brother's death, and she took off the red dress on her body.

She looked at the tray she handed over, her palm slowly stroked it, and her eyes were full of tears again, "Brother, my mother-in-law said that you have been looking for a good material, it must be red, and you don't like red, what are you going to do?" ”

"You don't care, our little princess is waiting, my brother has a gift for you."

What kind of gift is it, what kind of gift does his brother want to find the matchmaker to learn from the female red for a few months, what kind of gift, what kind of gift does he want to travel thousands of miles every day to get it in person, and what kind of gift does he want him to sew carefully in front of the night light day and night, it turned out to be the robe he gave to the little princess.

The red power suit, the cuffs are tied with tough gold wire, and the waist is a golden belt, which is her brother's favorite Yulian, her brother understands her, but her clothes are ethereal but not capable, he always remembers that she is not a person who belongs here.

Fingers caressed little by little, the more I understood, the more I knew the surprise of this redwood, the only thing that was abrupt was the uneven feeling on the chest placket, and when I touched it carefully, I found that it was dark embroidery, "What is this?" ”

Zhao Yuan didn't speak, took her to pick it up and looked at it carefully, and then said calmly: "It's my sister."

"Boom", Yiren's brain seemed to explode, and the redwoods on her fingertips slowly fell, making her stunned, and tears were rolling in her eyes, "You? What did you say? ”

Zhaoyuan bent down to pick up the clothes on the ground and carefully patted the dust off the clothes, "When he gave it to me, the words on the placket were not embroidered, and my sister's sister was still half a year old, so I finished embroidering it for him, I will only settle the account, his female popularity is better than mine, so this word is not very smooth to the touch, I hope you don't mind." ”

"You will call me brother in the future, I was born before you, you are mistaken, you can't call me brother anymore, or I will ignore you."

"Don't listen to their nonsense, we are twin brothers and sisters, and it is right that others will be mistaken, but you can't listen to them, I am the boss."

"I, as my sister, should be hiding behind me."

"Brother will protect you, don't be afraid."

"If you call me brother, I'll give you the sugar gourd."

"Call brother! Call Brother! ”

"If you don't call me, ignore you, I'm angry."

The past is coming up again and again, you say it's not angry, Yiren used to think that she and her brother when she was a child, oh no, it should be that her brother spent too little time together, and she has no memories, but now that she recalls it, she feels so ridiculous.

He called her sister when he was a child, and then he didn't know when he started, he stopped calling her sister, calling her Xiaojun, calling her sister, he said that he was born earlier than her, he should be the boss, he said that he should protect his sister, and he wanted his sister to hide behind him all the time, and he also united with Zhaoyuan, Xia Zhishu has been in her ear, repeating the title of brother all the time.

It turned out that he was already a little adult at a very early age.

He didn't call her a sister again, the little boy was hidden in his heart, he became someone else's brother, and there was someone who needed to be protected, he loved to call her Xiaojun the most, probably calling the boy he hid in his heart.

Sister is the person he wants to protect, but Xiao Yuanjun also wants someone to protect, the child who hasn't grown up in his heart, the child who was locked up by him, and the one who relies on it, are all pinned on this thin, weightless shirt.

When he was out of breath, countless times when he wanted to give up, he would call his sister over and over again in his dreams, every stitch and thread, all of which were the expectations of his heart and the comfort of his soul.

Seventeen said that her brother was a clear-minded man, who saw everything clearly, and could keep secrets, but he would not be able to protect himself in the end, and that he had great righteousness in his heart, but he often forgot himself.

"Sister, I have no regrets about calling you again."

"Sister, this peaceful and prosperous world, I fought it for you, it is not beautiful enough, you have to live well, but don't be greedy for the world, the world is dirty, and it is not worthy of you."

"Sister, Jiangshan, has nothing to do with us."

"Sister, next time, it's good for you to protect me."

When Xiao Yuanjun's spear passed through his body, he remembered his sister, his sister, he had a lot to say, and what he wanted to say the most was to call this sister again, he was tired, the voice could not travel so far, the wind in the southwest was cold, I hope this wind will whisper his whisper to her.