Yishayu Nanu is the master and a benevolent benefactor, and her sadness index is no less than that of King Loulan.

In the first two days, she washed her face with tears almost all day long, crying bitterly while calling out to the queen, she didn't have the spirit to do anything, she sat in a daze, as if her soul was out of her body, and she couldn't hear any sounds around her, until the third day, her spirit eased up a little, and helped the Holy Lord to take care of the aftermath of Qinshui Temple.

The Holy Lord did not bury the queen mother, but chose to put her in a coffin with a good reputation for heirloom treasures, and stored it, Nanu was both surprised and moved, and sighed why God was so ruthless and forcibly broke up the two people who loved each other.

Thinking of the queen, she could have gone to the dormitory to see the sleeping master lying in the coffin in the snowy region, but she couldn't do it, she didn't dare, she didn't even have the courage to step into the inner hall, for fear that she would see the sleeping master, and she couldn't help but cry.

So she held back, preferring to think about what the queen had used, rather than dare to go into the palace to see her.

Holding back the tears that were about to slip from the corners of her eyes, Nanu sucked the tip of her nose, and said in an urn voice: "Every time the Holy Lord is busy dealing with court affairs and has no time to come back, the queen always plays the piano alone, waiting for you to come back without saying a word. Before you came back, she frowned slightly, and she didn't smile, but when she saw you, a smile crept up her cheek. ”

How long has Yisha been in the palace, how long Nanu has been with her, and during these days of following Yisha, she has witnessed Yisha's joy and anger.

The queen is a subtle and gentle woman, not as passionate and unrestrained as other women in the desert, she has affection, most of the time she is buried in her heart, rarely expressed, her love and concern for the Holy Lord, always silently giving, not asking him to know.

She didn't know if the Lord knew what she was saying, but even if he did, she would say it, so that the Lord could hear how much the Queen loved him.

"You know all these things."

How could he not know about Sha'er's infatuation?

From the day he met Sha'er, he knew that she had a subtle personality, a thin face and easy to be shy, different from the women he had met in the past, she was introverted and subtle, pitiful, her affection was buried in the Lantern Festival she made for him, buried in the stitches and threads of the clothes she sewed, all of which he understood, saw in his eyes, and remembered in his heart.

In this life, there will be no one like her, who will make Lantern Festival for him by herself, stay up all night tirelessly sewing clothes for him, and there will be no one to accompany him to the sound of the flute and dance tacitly.

She, there is only one, lost, there will be no one who can replace him, he only hates himself, why was he obsessed and didn't listen to her persuasion, if he and Da Xianbing released their suspicions, there was no next palace change, then she, as usual, stayed in Qinshui Courtyard and waited for him to come back, they were also like every loving day in the past, the piano sounded, and the love Chanjuan.

It was him, too ambitious, too proud, unwilling to let go of the so-called dignity, insisting on the death of the Emperor, this is good, God punished him, so that he lost the most precious treasure, he suddenly woke up, realized how wrong he was at the beginning.

He regretted not being at the beginning, how he wished that he would go back in time and start all over again, only to return everything to the original good origin, then he was willing to do anything and pay any price in exchange.

However, he can't go back, Sa'er, he will never wake up, and he can only spend every day in endless self-blame and regret.

Sitting on the stone bench, ten fingers lightly hooked the strings, imitating the movements of Yisha when playing the piano, and King Loulan hooked a beautiful rhythm.

He didn't know how to play the piano, but he learned a little bit from her constant nurturing, and the piece he played was one that Sa'er often played during her lifetime, and it is said that her father created it himself.

The tone of this piece is euphemistic and continuous, as if a mountain spring comes from a deep valley, flowing slowly, and its melody sounds a little melancholy, and the listener is in a heavy mood and depressed.

Neither of the two people at the scene spoke, quietly listening to the rhythm fluctuating from the ten fingers of King Loulan and fell into silence.

In his mind, he replayed the scenes of them together in the past, and his heart was in unbearable pain, as if a hand had grabbed it fiercely, and he couldn't breathe in pain.

Sa'er.........

Sa'er.........

I miss you so much.........

I think so much, I think so much.........

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and King Loulan gently stroked the guqin, gently as if touching Yisha's soft cheeks.

He stroked it a few times, couldn't suppress the strong longing in his heart, let go of his hand, and stumbled towards the dormitory.

"Holy Lord be careful!"

Seeing that his pace was unsteady, Nanu stepped forward to help, but his hand reached into the air, but King Loulan raised his hand to stop him: "No need. ”

Wine is not drunk, everyone is drunk, he drank a lot of wine, but not drunk can not walk, he staggered, but it is a self-deceptive idea, he wants to get drunk, maybe there is a chance to see the soul of Sha'er, confide in her for many days of lovesickness, but in the past a full hour, not to mention seeing Sa'er's soul, is her shadow, and I haven't seen half a minute.

The so-called soul is just an illusion he imagined, and it is more real than the shadow that he doesn't know when he will be able to see it.

"You're outside and don't let anyone come in and disturb you."

Before entering the door, he ordered Nanu outside the door to guard, and King Loulan closed the door of the palace, turned around and walked straight to the inner hall.

The furnishings of the house were as they were, according to the custom of Yisha, and the outer sanctum, with tables, chairs, benches, compartments and study for clothes, and the inner sanctum, where they rested.

The place where the outer hall leads to the inner sanctum, which is covered by a purple veil, and there is no closed window on the side, and a breeze blows, and the gauze tent flutters slightly, vaguely revealing the situation of the inner sanctum.

The inner hall is spacious and luxurious, with a bed in addition to the necessary vanity mirror, and on the collapse lies a young woman, her eyes closed, dressed in white, and her skin as smooth as white jade.

The big palm lifted the curtain, and King Loulan walked to the edge of the collapse step by step, staring at the woman in white inside with his eyes through the transparent object, eager to open the lid immediately, hug her, and touch her.

He hadn't opened the lid since he put her in the snowy coffin, not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't.

The snowy coffin is the only treasure in the world, it can preserve the body for a long time without decay due to the influence of time, in other words, as long as it is not opened and the outside air does not circulate in, then Isa's body can remain forever.

To accomplish this, he resisted the urge to open it and stood outside touching the transparent coffin, imagining that he was touching Isa's soft cheeks.

The coffin is hard without a trace of temperature, how can it be compared to the smooth and warm skin of the yarn? Even if it is a self-deceptive fantasy, it is impossible to combine the two and fantasize about her.

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