Xiaoxiao sat on the edge of the hallway, holding a piece of white paper that was only half the size of a palm, with obvious burn marks at the four corners and was incomplete.

Alas......

Suddenly, there seemed to be a faint sigh in my ears, sad and worried.

......

The eighth son of Gaozu, the second emperor and the six kings, the third Zhao innocent, Huai Li died by himself, Yan Ling was the heir, and Qi mourned Techang.

...... Ah Hui.

"Oh, Fifth Highness, Fifth Highness, Little One, can find you...... Oh, I can't go there, I can't go there......"

"Why can't you go? Last time I saw a woman go in. The child in a brocade dress looked at the few temple people who were hurrying from afar, and his immature little face was full of doubts. "Why can't I go?"

"Oh, Your Highness, this is a deserted palace that has long been locked, how can anyone go in, don't make fun of the minions. The slightly bloated old lady rushed over from behind while wiping her sweat, hunched over and said cautiously, "Look at you like this, let the queen mother know, and you will suffer it." “

"Grandma......" When he heard the queen, there was a trace of panic in his eyes, and he chattered for a long time, not daring to speak.

"Let's go, Your Highness. The old lady's eyes were a little sour, but she still took his hand and walked back.

"It's very deserted here, Your Highness still don't move around this way. “

“...... But. The little man reluctantly responded, but the little hand in the sleeve clenched the fan that never left him even harder.

In the end, he still went in, which slave said that it was locked, and the palace door was obviously open.

The old lady and a few temple people left with the little master, and the deserted palace behind them became more and more quiet, and a rusty lock on the vermilion gate hung firmly on the door.

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

“...... Wake up!

"Ahh

"Haah......" Huo Ran, the person on the couch, opened his eyes, his forehead was full of sweat.

"You've just been hit by a nightmare. A playful and smiling voice came to my ears.

"Who?" The little man on the couch was startled, and looked at the hall, and there was no one else but himself. "Who's talking?"

"It's me. “

"Little fan. “

Well?

The little man on the couch hurriedly took out the fan pressed under the pillow carefully.

A woman with a beautiful face suddenly appeared in front of him and looked at him with a smile on her face.

"Hey, what's your little doll's name?"

"Liu, Liu Hui. Liu Hui was so frightened that Ru Runuo said his name.

"Well, I slept for some reason for some reason—" The woman looked at Liu Hui and thought for a moment and continued, "But I clearly remember that the owner of this fan is a little girl." “

Liu Hui's eyes lit up for a moment, and then fell silent again, "What you said is probably my aunt." “

This fan was left to him by A-Niang, and what I want to talk about is A-Niang.

"Where's she?"

“...... Ah Niang has already passed away. Liu Hui lowered his head and held back tears.

Died?

The woman was stunned for a moment.

She forgot how short a person's life is, and she should have thought of the little group who was always laughing at the beginning, and then the gentle girl.

"My name is Finch. Finch looked at Liu Hui, who had a face six or seven points similar to the person in his impression, and suddenly softened his eyes.

"In the future, I will accompany you instead of her, okay?"

"Is the finch a demon?"

"Yes. “

The man in my memory asked himself that too.

But why was she so afraid of herself?

"Can a demon live for a long time?"

"Naturally, it's a long time since you guys. “

"You're not going to die, are you?"

“...... Nature. “

"Well, you're going to stay with me all the time. Liu Hui looked up at her, his eyes shining.

Those eyes really looked like his mother. Thinking like this, Finch nodded subconsciously.

...... Sure enough, it is a mother and son, both of whom have a pair of eyes that can deceive people.

In 196 BC, after the rebellion of King Liang and Peng Yue was killed, Han Gaozu named his fifth son Liu Hui as the king of Liang and set the capital Dingtao.

"Little fan! Liu Hui left the palace for the first time and had the smile that a child should have: "We leave the palace, we don't have to be controlled by Empress Lu anymore, in my fiefdom, we can do what we want to do." “

Regarding Liu Hui's name for herself, the finch was too lazy to correct him, the little fan was a small fan, and it was the same for her.

"Little fan, is the woman painted on the fan you?"

Well?

There was a woman's back on the fan, and I guess he was talking about that.

"Well, if you think it's me, it's me. “

The painter was extremely affectionate when he painted the person on this fan, and she had a life when she thought about it.

"Hmm, what kind of demon are you?"

"Fan spirit?"

"Painted demons?"

"Or I'll call you Xiaohua?"

"It's not a good ......"

In 181 BC, after King Liang's half-brother Liu You, King of Zhao You, was imprisoned and starved to death by Empress Lu, Zhao Di was suspended in the air.

In February of the same year, Empress Lü issued an edict to make King Liang the King of Zhao, and the land of Liang was handed over to King Lü to take over.

"The Lu clan is really too deceitful!"

"Ouch, my lord, can you be quiet, the queen hears me?" The close temple man looked around cautiously, with a look of sincere fear.

"Lu Chan's daughter?" Liu Hui's eyes became more and more condensed. Taking care of herself since she was a child, she is a grandmother, and she died at the hands of this vicious woman. "Queen, is she worthy?"

"The Lu family is really a bunch of bad billets, and there is no good thing. “

"The Lu family is unkind!"

Liu Hui rubbed the corners of his eyes, looked at the temple man who was kneeling in front of him trembling, and waved his hand to make him retreat.

Alas.

Liu Hui pulled out the fan hanging from his waist, and his eyes softened.

"Little fan, you say, is it useless to be a widow?"

"Ah Hui, just do your best. “

"The world is like this, and you can't change it alone. Just do what you think you're happy with. The delicate and beautiful woman was the same as back then, looking at Liu Hui with a tired face, there was some helplessness and distress in her eyes.

"You'll always be with me, won't you?"

"Hmm. “

"You forgot? I'm a demon, and a demon has lived longer than a human. “

"Yes, you're a demon ......"

Luckily, you're a demon......

Also, why, are you a demon?

"King, King!"

Say. “

The temple people knelt in front of Liu Hui and trembled, "The king and queen sent someone to give the lady a cup of poisoned wine." “

The pen in Liu Hui's hand paused, but he didn't say anything.

Seeing that the king did not react much, the people of the temple continued, "The queen also said that the king was bewitched by the monster, and asked people to burn and burn the fan that you never left you." “

The temple people didn't dare to look at Liu Hui after speaking, so they only felt a shadow running by beside them, bringing a gust of wind.

At that time, the queen led a group of people around the study. In the brazier, the fan was gradually consumed by the flames.

When Liu Hui arrived, he ignored the obstruction of others and shouted "little fan" while rushing over to extinguish the fire in the brazier with his hands.

I love Madame only because she looks like you, and when she dies, she dies, but you, you alone, I don't want to lose you!

However, he was one step too late after all.

“...... Aren't you a demon?"

"How...... Will you die?"

Well?

Aren't demons going to live for a long time?

Liu Hui carefully held the paper in his hand, which was less than the size of a palm, and tears suddenly flowed uncontrollably.

You've said that...... Demon, you won't die......

You're ......

Said he would always be with me......

Small fan...... Bird......

In June 181 BC, Liu Hui, the king of Zhao, committed suicide in martyrdom.

"Little fan...... I've always wanted to tell you ......"

I love you......

On the table, there is the unfinished painting - the woman in the painting is beautiful and delicate, as if she is smiling back, and she is shining, but the person in the painting has not yet painted a pair of eyes......

The person in the painting - the finch.

Empress Lu was furious because he committed suicide for a demon, and called it a woman's suicide to the outside world, but did not want to worship the temple, so he abolished his country and refused to have a stepchild for him, so Liu Hui was the heir to this end.

"That's your memory. Xiaoxiao lowered his eyes, looking unpredictable.

"That person has already entered reincarnation, and you shouldn't be nostalgic. “

I can't help you.

Xiaoxiao opened his palm, and a gust of wind blew, and the piece of paper went away with the wind.

"Let's go, where you need to go. “

A few children ran down the street, laughing and laughing, and stomped on the paper on the ground, which was already tattered and covered with dust and footprints.

At that moment, one of the children suddenly looked back behind him, and there was nothing but the paper that had fallen into the dust. Scratching his head inexplicably, he went to catch up with his friends and ran away behind them.

Ah Hui ......

Ah Hui.