Despite his young age, Ke Berry Su still clearly remembers the scene of the canonization ceremony of the crown prince at that time.

It is both lively and grand.

Hundreds of thousands of energetic and energetic soldiers, wearing phoenix-winged helmets, wearing white, orange, blue, purple, brown, and gray armor, holding sharp swords and spears, lined up in a neat phalanx, standing there quietly, exuding a fearless aura of slaughter in silence.

Wearing a swan feather iron helmet and wearing purple armor, Yu Dumping, his expression was moving, his spirit was magnificent, he rode a purple flying wolf, heroic posture, and circled the city three times in the sky above the wolf city.

The cheers of thousands of people came and went.

The solemn drum music resounded in the sky.

After Yu fell around the city three times, he returned to the altar of Chengtianmen Square. The emperor's face was solemn, his expression was solemn, and he ceremoniously handed over the crown prince's treasure seal to him.

Yu Tianluo knelt three times and bowed nine times, and respectfully accepted the prince's seal.

After that, Yu fell and stood on the altar of Chengtianmen Square.

The hand is the crown prince's treasure seal, with a solemn expression and solemn demeanor.

Many years later, Berry Su always remembered that the sun was shining high in the sky, the sun was particularly dazzling, and the brilliant sunlight fell on Yu Falling's body, and the white, orange, blue, purple, brown, and gray seven-color flags and the purple light armor on his body reflected together, like being in a dazzling light.

The figure is tall, slender, straight, arrogant, imposing, exuding an unapproachable cold aura, unattainable.

One hundred and five-year-old berry Su watched Yu fall from afar.

It's as if the soul has been drained away.

The second time Berry Su saw Yu Falling, it was in the fantasy of the snowy mountains.

Princess Yi was born on her 2,000th birthday. Feng Erniang took Berry Su there, and that year, Yu Dumping was 594 years old, and Berry Su was 211 years old.

She stood in front of him, looking down at him.

Salute respectfully: "I have seen His Royal Highness the Crown Prince." ”

He said lightly: "No courtesy." ”

His voice was low, cold, and unemotional. Berry Su had also heard his mother talk about him with others before, saying that he was withdrawn, deep, sophisticated, steady, cold, and unkind.

For the two hundred and eleven-year-old berry Su, I didn't pay attention to it.

At the birthday banquet, Yu Tianluo played a flute.

And Duhu Mo sang along the side: "...... The peach is dying, scorching its flower, and the son is home, and it is suitable for his room. The peach is dying, there is a fern, the son is home, and it is appropriate for his family. The peach is dying, its leaves are verdant, and the son is returning, and it is appropriate for his room to ......"

That's a tune that Princess Yi likes.

The mother said that when Princess Yi got married, she sang a song to Taizun.

This is the hope and longing for the married life of the woman when she gets married, and the lush branches and leaves of the peach tree and the abundant fruits are used as a metaphor for the happiness of married life.

Berry Su has never forgotten the picture of Yu falling and playing the flute.

It was early summer, and it was slightly hot.

The sunlight shines through the white-gray clouds, showing the red morning glow and the fiery red clouds, shining on the earth and falling inch by inch.

Yu is a tall and straight figure, with hard and angular facial features, and a handsome face. His hands holding the flute, his bones are slender and elegant, and the wind blows, raising his hair and blowing the purple clothes on his body, which shows his loneliness and arrogance, and his elegance is peerless.

The two hundred and eleven-year-old berry Su was once again drained of his soul.