The night is as quiet as water.

The full moonlight sprinkled on the ground, adding a touch of quiet softness.

"Suosuo ......" thought of the figure of the cloth rubbing in his ears, and in the next moment, he felt a light beside him, and a sound of wind in his ears.

......The wooden door was gently opened and closed softly.

In the dark night, Xiuniang opened her eyes faintly and looked at the vermilion wooden door silently.

At night, the palace was exceptionally quiet, with only the occasional night watchman patrolling back and forth.

Xiuniang groped all the way, avoiding the sight of the night watchman, and quietly tracking the man's traces all the way.

Walk through the palace garden, through the courtyard and water pavilion, and then walk and walk...... And he was gone.

Xiuniang panicked, hurriedly moved forward, and glanced around, but there was no trace of him.

"Damn, I lost my ......" Xiuniang was annoyed for a while, why didn't she follow carefully?

I went around in circles, but there was no trace of him, so I had to give up and turn around and go back to the room, but at the moment of turning around-

"Huh?" At a rockery by the water, she saw a dark passage, very hidden, between the two mountains, and was covered by many flowers and trees, without looking carefully, completely invisible.

Xiuniang groped her way forward, pulled out the flowers and plants, and stood outside the passage.

Inside it was dark, and there was moonlight outside, but inside, it was like an endless abyss, leading to a distant desolate underworld.

Xiuniang gathered her mind slightly, took a deep breath, and slowly leaned in.

It's really dark inside, but it's not completely unsightly.

Between the two mountains, the narrow passage, looking up can see a line of sky, in the dome, the lonely starlight flickering.

Xiuniang's steps were very light, for fear of attracting other people—that wouldn't be good.

The wind was whistling in his ears, and there seemed to be an unknown sound, and a light came through in front of him.

"Hiss......" seems to be the sobbing sound of a person.

Xiuniang clinged to the mountain wall and quietly poked her head in.

Nangong Yan?

But in front of the meeting, there was a sea of flowers, pale white flowers swaying under the moon.

Nangong Yan turned his back to her, holding a wine jug in his hand, drinking wine to the moon, and his back was a little desolate.

His body trembled slightly, as if he was suppressing great pain.

Nangong Yan ......

As soon as her feet slipped, Xiuniang was shocked, and hurriedly stabilized her figure, but fortunately she didn't make a sound.

"Who?" Nangong Yan turned around suddenly, the light in his eyes was as cold as thorns, like an eagle on the top of the firmament, indifferently looking down on all beings.

Sweat slid down her face, and her heart was tangled, whether she would go out or not......

Under the heart of the heart, Xiuniang stepped forward.

"Lord Wang, it's me!" Xiuniang had a resolute little face, looking like she was going to die generously.

"Original...... It's Xiu Niang. The indifference in Nangong Yan's eyes was instantly put away, and then a shallow smile was put on.

Nangong walked in slowly, stroked her messy hair, and gently wiped the fine sweat from her cheeks, "Xiuniang, did I disturb you when I came out?" ”

"No ......" Looking at his deep eyes, Xiuniang smiled awkwardly.

You can't say that she has a plan, right?

"I just got up in the middle of the night and saw that the prince was not there, so I was a little worried, so I came out to look for ......," Xiuniang explained with sweat.

"Oh?" Nangong Yan squinted, and there was a shallow smile in his eyes.

Seeing her eyes flustered and glancing around, Nangong Yan was amused.

He took her into his arms, and his warm snort sprayed in his ears, "Xiuniang." ”

She only felt numb and soft in her heart.

His low voice lingered in his ears, lingering.

"Xiuniang, you know...... Where is this? Nangong Yan brought her body over, facing this sea of flowers, under the moon, the fragrant wind was fluttering.

"Where...... Village? ”

"My mother's burial place."