The peach blossoms withered, the flowers flew into the mud, Ling Jiantong sat in front of the bronze mirror, removed the earrings on her ears, put the hairpin jewelry in front of the dresser one by one, and put her black hair down, she just re-combed a simple hair ornament, picked up a white flower next to the rouge, and inserted it in the bun.

Liu Er was also dressed in plain clothes, standing on one side with her head bowed, and the entire Seven Kings' Mansion was immersed in a heavy atmosphere today.

Ling Jiantong dressed in white, got up, bypassed the corridor, and walked into the hall that had been arranged into a mourning hall, Mu Jinghong and Situ Qianchen each knelt on one side, and Ye Zhengbai's coffin was placed in the most central position.

The flames of the brazier danced so vigorously that they seemed to collect all the tears of the people, leaving only silence.

Ling Jiantong bowed in front of Ye Zhengbai's tablet, and then retreated to Mu Jinghong's side, looking at him with a heavy face, the words of consolation that he had just prepared came to his mouth, and they all swallowed it.

Mu Jinghong waited in prison until dawn the next day, Ye Zhengbai did not go to the appointment as scheduled, he sensed that something was wrong, so he went out of prison to look for the deserted house that Ye Zhengbai said before, but when he arrived, he found that there was no one in the deserted house, only Ling Jiantong and Situ Qianchen, who were lying unconscious on the ground, and Ye Zhengbai's body.

It happened too suddenly, Mu Jinghong couldn't accept it, after he settled Ling Jiantong and Situ Qianchen, he almost frantically looked for the traces of the Seven Star Cabinet, but he sent someone to turn the deserted mansion upside down, and he didn't find any dark room entrance, and the only clue to the Seven Star Chest was cut off like this.

No one knows what happened to Ye Zhengbai before he died, how he died, and who killed him.

However, there is one thing that Mu Jinghong knows very well, that is, Ye Zhengbai's death must have something to do with the Seven Star Cabinet!

Mu Jinghong put the paper in his hand into the brazier, and the flames that kept dancing all the time showed the hatred in his eyes.

With a loud bang, the closed door of the Seven Kings' Mansion was kicked open by a woman, and the woman hurriedly ran to the top of the mourning hall, looking at Ye Zhengbai's tablet, almost stunned on the spot.

Gong Chuyue finally came.

Before Ling Jiantong could speak, Gong Chuyue suddenly passed everyone, walked directly to the side of the coffin, looked at Ye Zhengbai who was lying quietly inside, her eyes tightened, and the next moment she almost stretched out her hand and grabbed Ye Zhengbai's collar, and shouted: "What are you pretending to be dead to me here?" Get up for me, Ye Zhengbai, did you hear it, get up for me! ”

Ling Jiantong hurriedly got up and stopped Gong Chuyue, who was in a state of madness: "Brother Ye is dead, what are you doing?!" ”

Gong Chuyue's big tears had rolled down, but there was always a vicious look in his eyes: "You get out!" How did Ye Zhengbai die? He must be lying to me again! ”

After that, she then turned around and continued to pull Ye Zhengbai's clothes, Ling Jiantong really couldn't see it, pushed her, and shouted: "Gong Chuyue, can you stop making trouble, what Brother Ye needs now is quiet, if you continue to make trouble, don't blame me for letting people blow you out!" ”

Gong Chuyue looked at Ling Jiantong in a daze, her brain was blank, but the next moment she directly reached out and grabbed Ling Jiantong's clothes, her eyes showed a fierce light: "Ling Jiantong, it's all because of you, if you weren't taken away by the people of the Seven Star Cupboard, why would Ye Zhengbai take such a big risk?" You killed him, you killed him, why can you still stand here in a good manner, you are the one who deserves to die the most! ”

"You're enough!" Mu Jinghong, who hadn't spoken for a long time, stood in front of Ling Jiantong's body and pushed Gong Chuyue away.

Gong Chuyue stumbled a few steps, and slammed into the pillar behind her weakly, she looked at Mu Jinghong with teary eyes and Ling Jiantong, whose face was full of apology, and suddenly laughed: "Ye Zhengbai, have you seen it?" You risked your life to save an irrelevant woman, but your brother didn't appreciate it at all, you died in vain, and it wasn't worth it. ”

Gong Chuyue's laughter was terrible, echoing in the empty room, Situ Qianchen never looked up, he kept kneeling there, calmly put paper into the brazier, watching the fire completely envelop the paper and gradually extinguish.

"Gong Chuyue, you go out, you are not welcome here." Mu Jinghong's voice was as calm as possible and kept calm.

Gong Chuyue took one last look at Ye Zhengbai, who was lying in the coffin with a blue face, and walked straight to the door, but when she passed by Ling Jiantong, she deliberately paused: "Ling Jiantong, you remember, from today onwards, my Gong Chuyue and you will not share the sky, and I will defeat you sooner or later." ”

After that, she really walked out of the gate of the Seven Kings' Mansion without looking back.

Ling Jiantong froze in place, and his eyes looking at Ye Zhengbai's tablet gradually blurred, what Gong Chuyue said was not wrong at all, if it weren't for her, maybe Ye Zhengbai wouldn't have died, all of this was his own fault......

Mu Jinghong hugged Ling Jiantong into his arms, stroked her ink hair over and over again with his warm palm, and softly comforted: "Eyes, it's okay, I'm here." ”

Out of the palace of the Seven Kings Mansion, the sharp just now was completely gone, she was like a soulless walking corpse, shuttling through the bustling crowd, the voice in her ears was very chaotic, and the unfamiliar faces in front of her became blurred for some reason, her eyes were empty, and she seemed to be able to see that Ye Zhengbai's long figure was in front of her.

The tears in the corners of Gong Chuyue's eyes rolled down in large numbers, she quickened her pace, in order to catch up with the figure, she almost desperately pushed away the crowd in the way, she couldn't hear the scolding of others, her hands looked desperately at and grabbed it, but whenever she was close to the figure, the figure flickered and was far away from her.

"Ye Zhengbai, you wait for me."

Gong Chuyue chased all the way, from the bustling street market to the secluded path with few people, until finally, her legs were soaked in water, and the phantom in front of her disappeared completely.

"Ye Zhengbai!" She suddenly panicked, like a child who couldn't find a home, she searched around for the figure, but where was there anyone else in this lake but herself?

"Ye Zhengbai! You come out, okay? I know it's my mistake, I shouldn't disobey your persuasion and perform Gu spells on Ling Jiantong, I will never do it again, you forgive me, come out to meet me, okay?! ”

The empty lake echoed with Gong Chuyue's hysterical and desperate cries.

The cold lake water continued to erode the last bit of temperature in Gong Chuyue's body, and gradually, her little face was frozen white, and her lips couldn't help but tremble.

But she still didn't stop looking, she trembled and clenched her arms, and her footsteps still kept walking towards the middle of the lake, she knew that there might be Ye Zhengbai there, and Ye Zhengbai was waiting for her in front.

This world is too cold and ruthless, before she met Ye Zhengbai, she thought that her father and mother would be her lifelong dependence, but it wasn't until the appearance of Ling Jiantong that she was completely disheartened, sure enough, seventeen years of upbringing, still can't withstand her flesh and blood relatives, she has nothing, she has to live carefully, Ye Zhengbai is like the only fire in her small world, he is unconditionally good to her, for her sake, even if she is willful, Ye Zhengbai will never leave her alone.

But now, the only person who can give her warmth is dead.

Her world was completely dark, there was no hope, no future, and there were no more people she could wantonly hurt.

Perhaps, she should have admitted her mind a long time ago, but because of her face and the position of the daughter of Fengguofu, if she confessed everything earlier and left everything, perhaps, she would be able to wander the world with Ye Zhengbai now and live a happy life.

But can life allow ifs?

Gong Chuyue's heart was like ashes, the lake water had gradually spread to her chest, a large cold feeling hit, her eyes couldn't be opened, keep going like this, maybe you can see Ye Zhengbai.

Gong Chuyue's footsteps moved little by little, but suddenly she only felt as if she had touched something under her feet, she frowned, stretched out her hand and fished it up, but she didn't expect that it was the white jade that Ye Zhengbai gave her that day that she threw into the lake that day.

The white jade was still as smooth as ever, and she touched it again, and the tears that had been stored up for a long time burst out in an instant.

He and her previous experiences, the first encounter in Yanming Villa, or in Tianji City, she traveled thousands of miles to save him, until finally, the fragmented memories of him being the head of Fengguo Mansion and getting along with her day and night hit her like a tide.

She held the white jade tightly in the palm of her hand, crying like a helpless child.

Ye Zhengbai, now I don't need to force you to admit that you like me, now I'll tell you that I actually really like you for a long time......

In the second half of my life, I must meet you earlier, tell you, run to you, and let our love no longer have any regrets.

It's just that in the second half of your life, you are not allowed to be so wooden, obediently, standing where you are and waiting for me.

The rain came down with little warning, and it was stuffy, not like a spring rain, but a bit like a summer downpour.

Ye Zhengbai has been buried, and the funeral has been arranged.

Mu Jinghong is sitting under the octagonal pavilion in the mansion at the moment, and there is a full wine cup opposite, in the past, Ye Zhengbai sat there, chatting with him about the past and the present, and talking about the new things of traveling in all directions, but now, the seat is empty, and the laughter and laughter in the past have gradually disappeared, and they have disappeared in this heavy rain.

Mu Jinghong drank a little too much, and his face was flushed with drunkenness, but he still raised the wine cup in his hand, toasted the empty position over and over again, and then tilted his head and poured it into his mouth.

Ling Jiantong stood outside the octagonal pavilion with an umbrella, watching Mu Jinghong pour wine sadly, and his heart turned over the river and Haiti was not a taste.