His eyes swept over Li Xiyun's face and finally fixed on the other person's body.

She was dressed in plain white clothes, with a white flower in her sideburns, which was so beautiful that it made people's hearts tremble, and that kind of heart trembling was more in an indescribable sad style.

He is old, he has seen too many life and death, grievances and hatreds, and he doesn't care about many things anymore and is numb, but when he sees that beauty coming, he feels a throbbing in his heart.

He reached out and touched his face, wondering what was wrong.

No one stopped her, probably because of Li Xiyun, probably because she had been respected by countless people, and probably because she was a weak woman, and Li Xiyun was the only companion, so she was not threatening at all.

Most likely, the Shenwu Army may have felt that their conscience was condemned.

Li Xiyun turned her head sideways and looked at Wan Lianshuang, with a faint hint of nervousness and fear.

When she was in the Jin Palace, when she saw the other party's smile, the feeling of fear eased a little, but she had to admit that when she approached here, this feeling arose again.

The corpses and blood on the ground had been swept away, and there was not much to be seen, except for the shattered stone bricks that were a sign of something.

Wan Lianshuang and her approached step by step, without any guidance, and no one would want Wan Lianshuang to go to that place, but the other party seemed to know everything, and went straight to the hall where the Zhumen was wide open.

Maybe it's because there's his breath here, and that aura has been with her for years.

In front, General Guanying's old body was under the light of the main hall, and the tone was very pale, like a painting without much shade.

The coffin was pitch black, placed in the center of the main hall, and General Guanying sat next to the coffin, looking up at it from afar.

Except for the light rain, there was no other sound, and all the sounds seemed to be silent, and only those two people were left between heaven and earth.

One is lying and the other is standing.

One alive, one dead.

Yin and yang are separated by tears.

General Guanying looked at this in silence, he probably wanted to smile like before, he had experienced so much, no matter what life and death were not a problem, those for him who was about to enter the loess were a passing cloud, but he really couldn't laugh, his face was pale and sallow under the light, it looked like a still Buddha statue.

The cool rain hit, and the white flowers on the sideburns trembled slightly.

Wan Lianshuang was dressed in plain white clothes wrapped in the cold wind and fluttered gently.

She hung her head a little shyly, gave a blessing, and said in a Yasheng voice: "Please Your Highness." ”

It was like back then, the first morning after her wedding night.

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She lowered her head and placed a pair of plain hands on her lower abdomen very dignified and carefully, taking a step forward, and a step forward.

Everyone beside him, in front of him, and behind him was a passing eye.

She crossed the years to find the lover of the year.

She went up the steps.

She stepped over the Zhu Gate.

She entered the main hall.

She crossed General Guanying.

Then, she stopped at the side of the coffin and looked affectionately at the pitch black in front of her.

Li Xiyun stood in front of the Zhu Gate, her face a little sad.

"Your Royal Highness the Princess, Princess, please mourn." General Guanying's lips slowly opened and closed, and his voice seemed to come from the depths of the earth.

Li Xiyun didn't look at him, and Wan Lianshuang still looked at the coffin lid affectionately.

General Guanying was silent.

Wan Lianshuang stretched out her hand, and her slender jade fingers touched the gold thread on the edge of the coffin, which was cold and cold.

She took a step forward, and her jade fingers swiped over like this, one step, and another.

She came to a halt in front of General Guanying.

General Guan Ying stood up silently and gave way.

She continued on her way and eventually returned to where she had been.

Blood dripped down the fingertips, splashing red flowers on the ground, bright and bright.

She strained her hands, as if to lift the lid of the coffin, but it was difficult, but she did it very seriously alone, but she did it very seriously.

Li Xiyun took a few steps forward, wanting to help her, but she reached out and made a stopping move.

She lifted it very hard, as if she was doing the most meaningful thing in the world.

General Guanying looked straight ahead, took a few steps forward, and walked out of Zhumen, the short unnatural look on his face just now had disappeared, and all that remained was firmness and indifference-the fortunes of the country fluctuated, and all that was left was just clouds and smoke, and the love between the two was nothing?

With a bang, the lid of the coffin was pushed open with difficulty.

The shy look on Wan Lian's face disappeared, and now she was as nervous as a little girl who was panicked and afraid that the things she cared about most would slip away.

She couldn't wait to poke Xiushou into the coffin and finally saw his face.

The still resolute face has not changed for so many years.

That's what the man she loves the most looks like, in and out of her dreams.

A tear slipped from the corner of her eye, and an irrepressible sadness surged through her body, knocking her down in an instant.

She hugged Li Xianyue's face tightly and cried with a "wow".

She was still a child, always a child, in front of him.

That mournful cry echoed in the winter rain, floating inside and outside the palace, like the deep horseshoe prints on the ancient road outside the city on that day many years ago.

She's here, he's there.

She's here, he's here.

In addition to the Wan family, no one in Chang'an has ever seen Wan Lianshuang crying, she is the most dignified, quiet and wise woman, as long as she is there, the entire Jin Wangfu can feel safe, even if it is a monstrous wave. When the people of Chang'an look at her elegant smile, they can gain endless strength and overcome all difficulties.

Until today, so many people have discovered that Wan Lianshuang can also cry, and cry so sadly, crying so fragile.

The rain seemed to be a little heavier, drenching on the armor of the Shenwu Army, penetrating the cold in my heart.

Wan Lianshuang's cries resounded through the heavens and the earth, one after another, more hurtful than raindrops, and made people break their hearts and intestines.

All the other voices in the whole world seemed to be unimportant, and her cry became the only one in the world.

Lin Rong, who was standing at the foot of the steps, lowered his head, and suddenly felt that those cries were like countless arrows shooting through his body, shooting him to the ground.

Crying is an emotional manifestation of sadness, representing the destruction of beautiful things, the crime of destroying beauty, weighing on you with a heavy sense of guilt, almost crushing you.

Wan Lianshuang hugged Li Xianyue tightly, and her tears slid down her cheeks and slid onto Li Xianyue's pale face, like raindrops.

The whole heaven and earth seemed to have turned gray-white, and there was no bright gray-white, and sorrow turned into the only one in the world.

Wan Lian's hands trembled and reached into Li Xianyue's arms.

She pulled out the token of love she had given him for self-defense.

The dagger was a gift she gave in the hope of protecting him, so he carried it with him for more than ten years.

That year, she was thirteen and he was sixteen.

After many years, they got married and became a match that everyone envied.

Later, he died.

In the end, she also died.

So, they were together again.

Wan Lian had tears on her face, but the crying was gone, she smiled, it was a happy smile, as if she saw her lover returning.

She pierced her heart with that dagger, bright red blood, like a peony blooming, the country is fragrant, and the world is the best.

The most beautiful flower in the world.

Li Xiyun let out a cry of despair, fell to her knees weakly, lowered her hair, and sobbed softly.

General Guanying suddenly stopped, stretched out his hand and touched his cheek, a tear slipped down his palm, and he was surprised that he could cry.

It was pitch black between the heavens and the earth, and in the Shenwu army, I don't know who came from a choked voice.

So, it seems that there is a song being sung—

The wind blows outside the fence, and the yellow flowers are so thin.

The past can't be forgotten, and it comes back to my heart.

Drink a bowl of acacia wine bitterly.

The curtain swept the west wind and brought tears to the eyes.

A pipa is played among the drunken flowers.

I don't have time to wait.

Write down on the paper who is guarding it.

I'm afraid that fate will criticize me in the toss and turn.

The weak water flows eastward again.

The fold between the eyebrows who opened the mouth.

turned around and said nothing, and kept tears streaming down his ......

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(End of chapter)