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I heard that Meng Hongyu rewarded Bai Rushuang with a lonely ghost. Zi Ling couldn't help but be angry. Hodd stood up. I don't even care about a cloak. He walked out the door in a daze. The jade slave saw that she was suddenly so lost and depressed. A heart was lifted again. I grabbed a cloak and followed.

Out of Yongle Palace. I saw that the sky was overcast. The cold wind also blew unrelentingly and bitterly. Yu Nu persuaded Zi Ling with concern: "Miss. Let's go back. Look like this. It looks like it's about to snow......"

Raise your head slightly. Looking at the sky with the clouds hanging low. The anger in Zi Ling's heart gradually extinguished. Suddenly, I was looking forward to snow. A vague smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. She said lightly, "It's out of the way. I'm just trying to get around."

A cold wind blew. Yu Nu couldn't help but feel sad in his heart. My throat choked up. She no longer persuades Zi Ling. Just gently draped her in a maroon cashmere cape. Then quietly followed her.

In the white frost like flowing water. In the sound of the piano as clear as a pearl. Zi Ling unconsciously walked to the Xihua Hall.

Push the door into the yard. I saw that the peach trees on the east side of the yard had already lost their greenery. There was only one bare branch left. Like a thin hand. Stretch your way to the sky. Want to grab a little bit of freedom. Zi Ling knows. Wait for next spring. Peach tree blossoms. When it was scorching. There will no longer be a smiling woman sitting under the peach blossom tree and playing the piano leisurely. Because. The woman's peach blossoms have already bloomed. The woman's beloved harp was broken......

Step up the stairs. Walk through the cloister. Come to Su Zirong's study. I noticed that the study seemed to have been cleaned. Compared to the dust she had seen the last time she came. The study at this time. Although it is not yet said that the window is bright and clean. It's clean, too.

Pacing to the desk. I found that the desktop was also clean. The line I used to write on my desk. It has long been wiped away. Maybe. It's really as Ouyang Ying said. That day. Sister Rong really came here......

Raise your head. At a glance, I saw the Nine Heavens Ring Pendant hanging on the wall. This Nine Heavens Ring. It was broken and repaired by white frost. Experienced a fire and was lucky not to be burned. Even though they have escaped so many catastrophes. After all, it still couldn't escape Meng Hongyu's anger.

Now. Zi Ling finally understood why Su Zirong insisted on hanging this remnant qin on the wall, wiping it day and night. She's there to remind herself. No matter how precious the peerless harp is, it will be shattered by anger. No matter how indestructible love is, it will be destroyed by suspicion. No matter how deep the love is, it will eventually be framed by conspiracy into unlove.

The grinding of ears and temples has become a yin and yang separation. The mountain alliance and the sea oath were wiped out in an instant. The sea is dry and rotten. It became the death of the heavens and the earth. That sworn love. Where is it. Where is it.

Holding the broken Nine Heavens Ring. Zi Ling's tears are like rain down Sister Rong. Why are we so unlucky? There are as many men as the stars in the world. We just love to be in love with this man who shouldn't be loved, who doesn't deserve love. This man who doesn't know what love is, this ruthless man, this domineering man, this suspicious man, this hateful man. What's so good in the end.

Silently shedding tears. Holding Jiuxiao Huanpei slowly walked under the peach tree. Zi Ling instructed Yu Nu to find a flower hoe. Personally dug a long pit in the flower bed. Put the Nine Heavens Ring in the piano bag. And then. Put the Nine Heavens Ring and the pro-bag into the pit. Pick up a handful of dirt. Slowly sprinkle it on the Nine Heavens Ring......

"Miss. Let's not bury this piano. After all. This is Concubine Rong's favorite thing." The jade slave hurriedly spoke to stop Zi Ling." Keep ...... It's good to make a souvenir......"

Commemorate. What else is there to remember. This is the token of Su Zirong and Meng Hongyu's love. Now. The beautiful woman is gone. And Meng Hongyu has found a peerless piano again. So. What is the purpose of leaving this remnant of the piano to commemorate?

Man. Sure enough, it's the most affectionate.

"Miss......" Seeing Zi Ling, he was indifferent. The jade slave was so anxious that he wanted to persuade again. She knows. Their young lady attaches the most importance to the relationship with Concubine Rong. Now. She must have been dizzy with the sound of the piano, which was as white as frost. will make the absurd act of the funeral piano.

"What to commemorate. Is it to commemorate the cold-blooded ruthlessness of the emperor. Or to commemorate that he has a new piano. Forget the old piano." Zi Ling cried hoarsely. He clearly knew that Sister Rong was killed by that vicious woman. But they are indifferent as if nothing happened. I hate him. Sister Rong will definitely hate him too. Woohoo......"

Yunu was frightened by Ziling's dizzy words. To know. Say so about the emperor. That's going to lose your head. The jade slave hurried to the door. Hurriedly closing the door of the yard. After confirming that what Zi Ling said just now was not heard by a third person. My heart gradually settled down.

Sprinkle the last handful of dirt. Use the soft wattle as white as jade to beat the soil tightly. Zi Ling then sat down on the ground. Looking at the slightly bulging motozuka. muttered, "Sister Rong. I'll avenge you. Ling'er won't let you die so inexplicably...... Sister Rong. From now on. All I have is you...... The man. Let's all forget."

I don't know when. Snow is falling in the sky. Snowflakes as soft as catkins are falling one after another. Like a jade flower flying down. Exactly "goose feather shears. It's a bead of pearls. Piled up for a while. Leaning on the east wind is long. In an instant, it must be earned. Jade as a platform. Lead Rong Tiandi. I don't see Yao Cen Bi." （1）

Snowflakes fall on Zi Ling's cheeks. Melts instantly. Like a drop of tears. Reach out and catch the edelweiss. Feel the icy cold of the snow. I also feel the tears of the sky. This is the first snow of the winter. But at this time, it got up. Even the sky must be sad for Su Zirong. So. He sent this white spirit to bury the sorrow of the earth. Melt into the tears of the child spirit. If there is love in the sky. The sky is also old.

When I came out of Yukado. It's time for the lights. It's already dark. There was also a thin layer of snow falling.

Zi Ling walked quietly on the palace road. There are a lot of thoughts in my heart. Sad and indignant. Under the dim palace lights. She saw a royal court in the distance slowly coming towards her. How familiar the yellow sedan chair is. On this cold winter night. How many women are looking forward to this sedan chair stopping in front of their palace gates......

Look in this direction. It seems that he is going to think about the same hospital...... Seeing that the emperor is getting closer and closer to him. Zi Ling hurriedly quickened his pace. Turn around and walk into a cramped alley. Hide in the dark.

The hurried and heavy footsteps of the eunuchs carrying the sedan chair gradually got closer and closer...... Zi Ling stood quietly in the dark. Biting the pink lip tightly. Try to hold back the tears that roll in your eyes. A pair of small hands clenched tightly. Pale face......

Finally. His imperial opinion passed in front of Zi Ling's eyes. Gradually drifted away.

She slowly walked out of the alley. Standing on the snow. The imperial opinion that looked at him disappeared little by little. Next. This emperor should have appeared at the door of Sitong Courtyard.

I've been holding back tears for a long time. Finally, it still flowed down without a fight. Dripping on the crystal snow...... Reach out and wipe away the tears fiercely. She made up her mind from now on. She never wants to love him again.

A heart. It hurts like a knife......

Concentrate:

(1) Zhu Shuzhen. "Nian Nujiao? Snow Urging