Princess Chen is dead, and this matter is a fact that everyone does not want to admit but is public.

Chenwangfu was mourned.

The gray atmosphere spread for nearly half a year.

King Chen missed Princess Chen too much, fell seriously ill, retired from the court, recuperated in the house, and closed the door.

……

It has entered winter, and the future frost has arrived.

The cold rain for several days disrupted the bamboo leaves, the bamboo leaves were slightly oblique, and the tips of the leaves condensed a drop of water.

There is a faint frost falling on the bluestone slab, which is very smooth, and it is easy to slip when stepping on people.

Looking up, on the bluestone steps, the grass and trees on both sides are clear, and the scenery is secluded.

There is a sense of loneliness and gloom.

In front of a tomb, a man sits with a bottle of wine in his hand, and from time to time he pours it into his mouth.

This tomb is magnificently repaired, and at a glance you can tell that it is the tomb of a person who is either rich or noble.

The person sitting in front of the tomb was emaciated, dressed in black brocade, with an indifferent and haggard face, holding a wine bottle in his hand, and everyone was drunk if the wine was not drunk.

The tombstone is engraved with the three words Jing Qingran, and in front of the tombstone sits Mu Zhengchen, a tomb and a person, no one raises a glass to drink, no one responds to speech, and no one comforts the grief......

There is a plum tree on the side, with flower buds, and the branches are vertical and horizontal, and the branches are dyed with hoarfrost, and the flower buds are crystal clear.

There is a faint cold fragrance in the air, mixed with the faint smell of wine from a man.

There was a woman who came in style, her appearance was dignified and generous, her gait was modest and polite, she was dressed in a light blue dress, and a pair of eyes like autumn water could not bear to look at the man sitting alone drinking in front of the tomb.

She walked into him and stopped beside him, a soft voice coming from her faint red lips: "Lord Wang." ”

Mu Zhengchen didn't answer her, he raised his head and poured another sip of wine.

In the past month, he has drunk a lot of wine.

"Lord Wang, go back, you have been sitting here for two days and one night." Luoxi Road, yes, the woman is Luoxi.

From yesterday morning to this evening, for two days and one night, he sat in front of this tomb, refusing to leave.

The wine in his hand was empty, and some people brought him wine, but he did not eat a grain of rice except for drinking.

It was silent under the plum trees, the wind was light, and the air was cold and solid.

The man didn't raise his head, a pale face was dyed with a haggard that he had never seen before, and the handsome face that should have been peerless looked dull at the moment, and a pair of dark eyes seemed to have been dyed by jealousy and pain, which made people look sad.

"I'm going to be here with her." His voice was hoarse, and because he had drunk too much wine, the cold condensed air exuded the smell of his alcohol.

"Lord Wang, the deceased is gone, why mourn the living?" Lo Creek Road.

"You won't understand!" The man still didn't look back, and his voice was cold with the loneliness that only he knew.

I don't understand, I don't understand that Jing Qingran's death is a devastating blow to him, I don't understand that Jing Qingran is lying in the grave, he is sitting in front of the grave, how sad he should be, I don't understand that it is because he is reluctant to let go of it, and he is destined for a lifetime at that moment.

How can someone who hasn't really loved understand it?

"Lord Wang, I understand, Luoxi understands!" Luo Xi suddenly knelt beside him, tears in his eyes, "Luo Xi knows that you are very bitter in your heart, but no matter how bitter you are, it can only be like this, princess she, she is gone, she will not come back, you forget her, forget her will not be so painful." ”

told him to forget Jing Qingran, so how could she have forgotten him?

If he could really forget it, Luo Xi would not use his life to force Jing Qingran away at the moment of his life and death, let alone kill the newborn child who was less than a month old in order to save him, and use his own blood as a medicine guide for him.