The morning was still bright.

In the evening, thunderstorms are pouring down.

The wind and thunder roared in the dome, wearing a black shirt, stepping on the flying sword, stumbling, and extremely embarrassed.

Ning Yi didn't hold an umbrella, and his clothes were wet.

It has never been so "miserable".

The arrival and departure of this way were too smooth.

It's also too fast.

Ning Yi seemed to be escaping, bypassing the old people he knew in the past, the academy, Luojia Mountain, he was far away, and on the way back from the north, he sent Xu Qingyan back to Tiandu, as if completing a "goal".

Then leave silently.

He didn't have the courage to face the Flame Girl at all...... Just like the prince said, he didn't know what he was hesitating about, what he was struggling with, what he was running away from.

Maybe he was the light that split the Tianhai Tower with a sword.

Maybe he is now the little uncle of Shushan, the yearning in the hearts of countless young people in the Great Sui.

Perhaps he is now a "spiritual belief" that Jian Xiu admires.

But...... Deep down, he's more of a lost, painful, directionless trekker.

A coward.

On this thunderstorm night, no one can see this embarrassed figure.

But someone saw through him.

Prince.

In Zizi Lake, that conversation didn't even have the skill of tea.

The prince gave himself the "sea of suffering", and Ning Yi had prepared a lot of ...... He was ready to negotiate, he was ready to take out the equivalent exchange, he was ready to persuade the prince, but he now found that all this was not at all what he expected.

He went "murderously".

But there is no use at all.

The prince broke through his most vulnerable place, and he didn't exchange with him at all, and directly sent the "crossing the sea of suffering" to his hands.

Ning Yi couldn't refuse.

It was impossible for Ning Yi to refuse.

He was indeed running away from ...... He didn't even want to go back to Tiandu, he didn't know how to face Xu Qingyan, in the Wind and Snow Plain, in the Great Wall in the north, Xu Qingyan paid a lot for himself, even if she didn't speak.

Ning Yi knows everything.

......

......

East Wing Courtyard Gate.

Rain cats and dogs.

Xiao Zhao got out of the carriage and opened the umbrella, her expression was a little tired, the tiring carriage and horses in the past few days, including many affairs in the northern city, have made the master and servant a little overworked, she is still like this, let alone the young lady......

Xu Qingyan, who was wearing a hood, stepped out of the carriage, the umbrella above her head made a dull crashing sound, this shower came without warning, and the momentum was fierce, the rain was too strong, she carried her skirt all the way back to the courtyard, closed the door, lit the candle, took off the hat, was stunned, thinking about some trivial matters.

Someone in the distance trotted all the way, braving the heavy rain, shouting something hoarsely, and finally stopped abruptly in front of Xiao Zhao, who was about to close the door, with a solemn expression and a loud exchange.

Xiao Zhao didn't speak the whole time, and with the other party's words, her expression became more and more ugly and angry.

She listened to the little eunuch's words in silence, then closed the door of the east chamber and came to the young lady.

Ning Yi went back. ”

Even honorifics are useless.

It can be seen how angry Xiao Zhao is.

Xu Qingyan let out a very tired "um", picked up the soaked skirt, and squeezed out water droplets.

It doesn't seem to be a surprise.

Xiao Zhao raised his voice again and repeated: "After Ning Yi looked for the prince to go to the 'Bitter Sea', he left Tiandu directly. ”

She seemed to want to remind her young lady of what she had just said and what it meant.

But Xu Qingyan just waved his hand, signaling Xiao Zhao not to say anything more.

Xiao Zhao was stunned.

Her throat moved, and suddenly her nose was sour, and she said with a crying tone: "Miss, in the past three years, you have been writing letters to that surnamed Ning every month, and you have never forgotten it, and you can't sleep well day and night, how can he do this to you? How can he do this to you? Doesn't he know ......?"

"He knows it all. ”

Gentle voice, slightly hoarse.

Xu Qingyan looked at Xiao Zhao helplessly, and said with a smile: "You have to understand Mr. Ning, he is very tired, I am also very tired, everyone needs to rest...... Get a good night's sleep, tomorrow we will go to Luojia Mountain to practice. ”

Xiao Zhao cried, his face full of tears, and said, "Miss, what's so good about the surname Ning?"

No response.

Xu Qingyan said softly: "I'm tired, rest early......"

Xiao Zhao wiped a handful of tears, knowing that he was out of shape, and then left the door with sobs, closed the door for the young lady, and then leaned his back against the stone wall, slowly slumped down and sat down, watching the showers of the eaves stretch into a line, and the long night was split by thunder.

There was peace in the house.

Xu Qingyan did not turn off the lights.

She was very tired, but she couldn't sleep.

She needs to be quiet...... Like a long time ago, every time she couldn't sleep at night, she would take out the pen and ink in the drawer, the letter paper, and write something.

Same this time.

Xu Qingyan spread out the snow-white letter in front of the table and wrote slowly.

"Mr. Ning Yi, I haven't seen each other for a long time, and I want to say a lot of things, but on the other hand, when you sent me on the way, the flying sword was hanging in the air, and you and I didn't have a chance to speak, and we were too hurried to leave. ”

"Qingyan knows that it's not that you don't want to talk to me, but now...... It's not convenient these days. ”

She was silent for a long time, not knowing how to continue writing, writing and deleting, drawing a horizontal line, and slowly writing: "You and Miss Pei have had too hard lives, and now you have successfully won the 'Crossing the Sea of Suffering', I wish everything will be well, peaceful, happy, and happy in the future." ”

She swiped it again.

Crumple the entire sheet of paper.

Rewritten, already crystal tears have fallen, dotted on the letterhead, blurring a cloud of ink.

Xu Qingyan gritted his teeth, trembled his shoulders, stroke by stroke, with great force, and wrote crookedly: "Mr. Ning, I still like you very much." ”

......

......

Tonight is a thunderstorm, and many people stay up all night.

Dozens of people waited in fear outside the door of the small building, which had been empty since the woman died...... Except for the most honorable Highness as it is today.

The prince carried a pot of wine and went to the Lotus Tower.

The rest of the entourage could only wait outside the building.

It was raining heavily, but they didn't dare to dodge, let alone go home to avoid the rain, and the powerful could still shrink in the carriage, slightly closing their eyes to recuperate, and more servants were stepping on their feet in the stagnant water, and a pair of boots soaked in the rainwater, full of sticky wetness, trembling, but still shaking their spirits...... In fact, the prince did not like them to follow behind.

But once, when the prince went to the Lotus Tower, these people waited outside the building, waiting for the prince to come out, discussing "important matters", that time, when the prince was rarely angry, he slapped a certain unfathomable official, so that the person spewed out half of his teeth, and then his face was gloomy, and he instructed the three divisions to record these "enthusiastic people" present.

Every time he entered the Lotus Tower in the future, these people wanted it

Present.

As long as he stays in the Lotus Tower, these people will have to wait outside.

No one is missing.

Whoever is missing will never come.

So, when the prince came to the Lotus Tower late at night for the first time, the members of the Sanji woke them up from their sleep and told them...... There won't be a second time for something like this.

These people began to be "frightened," and no one knew when the prince would come.

There was nothing in the Lotus Building.

Miss Scarlet is dead...... Why does the prince insist on coming here?

The prince can come during the day or late at night, but if they don't come...... Just like the literal meaning of the three divisions, they will not have another chance to come.

Since then, there has not been a day of restful sleep.

The dragon has reverse scales, and even the "Meiji" such as the crown prince has his own anger, and these officials use themselves as an example to remind others in the court.

If there is a requiem in this world.

For the crown prince, it is the Lotus Tower.

Don't bother Li Baijiao at this time.

There is indeed nothing in the Lotus Building, only a portrait, hanging on the stone wall, rainstorm night, occasional thunder flashing, full of day, will reflect the gentle and moving female face in the portrait.

Honglu smiled, her hands folded and hung on her abdomen, smiling profusely.

The prince leaned against the stone wall, he carried a flask in one hand, his elbow rested on his bent knee, and his eyes were drunk, listening to the sound of the torrential rain.

His expression seemed to be smiling rather than smiling, as if he was crying rather than crying.

Half pain, half joy.

A great sense of loneliness engulfed him...... In fact, he had always had this feeling before he lost Honglu, but now, this pain has multiplied, like something inevitable etched in his bones, and before he ascended to this position, an emotion called "forbearance" suppressed everything.

Maybe people who have the blood of the Great Sui Emperor in their bodies will have this kind of pain.

He wanted more, better, stronger.

And after gaining it, I found that I had lost more.

The crown prince was not a fragile man, but fate hit him right in the soft underbelly...... As time passed, the pain caused to him by Honglu's death did not decrease, but increased unforgettablely.

Because it is irreplaceable, it is deep enough.

Here, he was able to get real quiet.

He can cut open his "belly" and look into his own heart.

"In this world, many people live very hard. ”

The crown prince looked at the portrait, he smiled, and laughed at himself: "The things I am going to do will soon begin...... I need a very important person, and Ning Yi is the best person. ”

"But alas, now he ...... It's not enough to sit at the table with me and negotiate. ”

These words seem to be addressed to the woman in the portrait.

The prince smiled: "This time I didn't calculate him, I gave him 'crossing the sea of suffering', which is considered a personal friendship, and I don't ask for much in return...... I wait for the day when he returns to the heavenly capital, if he can't even face his own 'true heart', then he is not worthy of my appreciation. ”

Talk to oneself.

Thunderstorms.

The prince said quietly: "Honglu, that day is coming. But I really don't want to forget you. ”

He smiled and sighed, "I really like you, and I hope you will be by my side and witness all this." ”

Pity.

There is everything in this world, but there are no ifs.