"Lingyun, you're crazy! ……”

Hearing that his mother, Princess Evergreen, had committed suicide because of herself, Ling Yun was heartbroken, and his grief and indignation were difficult to resolve for a while, so he grabbed the long sword on several cases with trembling hands, drew the sword out of its sheath, and went to his neck without hesitation!

Seeing that the situation was not good, Lian Nanchun's hands were quick, and he hurriedly "explored the flowers in the sea" from behind him, grabbed the hilt of the sword, and shouted loudly.

Ling Yun had not recovered from his serious illness, his body was extremely prostration, and he only felt that his mind was turning and spinning under the entanglement and snatching with Lian Nanchun, but he was still stubborn and refused to let go of the hand holding the sword.

"Let go of me, let go of me...... His eyes had lost their brilliance, red as if they were congested, bursting with a terrifying scarlet chill, mad and confused.

I've never seen Ling Yun like this. What a calm and calm person he is usually, even if Mount Tai is pressed and the sword is added, his brows are not wrinkled and he is not shocked.

But at this time, his fierce emotions were like a raging storm, raging uncontrollably on his body and mind; His soul was torn apart by the intense pain that came his head, and he let out a terrible roar.

Lian Nanchun was in Lingyun's near-collapsed state, and he had nothing to do for a while, so he had to turn his gaze for help to the little aunt Lian Xie on the side.

Lian Xie sighed lightly, raised his fingers, as fast as a whirlwind, as fast as lightning, and could not be said to have hit his two big points of "soft hemp" and "shoulder well".

Ling Yun couldn't help but weaken, and collapsed weakly, and his whole person instantly fell into endless darkness. The hustle and bustle of the world also turned into nothingness in that moment.

Lian Nanchun took advantage of the situation and held him in his arms......

Inky clouds squeezed the dark sky, like an extremely melancholy person, hiding the scarlet eyes just now, as if they were about to fall, so depressed that the whole world was silent.

Ling Yun lay on the sickbed for three days. During these three days, he did not eat, moved, or spoke, ignoring anyone's persuasion and comfort, as if he were a dead man, without any life.

Lian Nanchun saw it in his eyes and felt pain in his heart, but he was helpless.

On the morning of the fourth day, she went to his room to see him, but when she saw that the sickbed was empty and there was no one in sight, she couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat, and hurriedly chased him out and looked around.

In the wilderness, in front of a newly erected grave, a handsome man in white clothes stood in a daze.

Black straight and flowing hair, oblique and straight sword eyebrows, sad and obscure black eyes, cold and lightly pursed thin lips, angular outlines, long and vigorous figure, reserved and elegant but bleak and lonely, alone like a perfect statue wrapped in silver, a cold and deserted.

He stared blankly at the lonely and desolate green mound, the white marble tablet in front of the green mound, and the seven heart-touching handwriting on the stele that had not dried with blood: "The Tomb of the Mother Evergreen Princess", his face was pale, his eyes were red, and the light in his black eyes was sparse and broken.

An old owl croaked and flew overhead. He silently raised his face and looked at them sentimentally, a bleak chill floating on his handsome and dustless face.

The light of the eyes is extinguished, and thousands of emotions seem to converge in the clear eyes that have been one eye for thousands of years. How many past events came to his heart like a tide at that moment, and his tears fell like rain.

He remembered that when he first met Princess Evergreen, it was in the Hou Ye's Mansion. He and the newlywed Yan'er of Huanyu County, went to the Hou Ye's Mansion to pick her up that day, and inadvertently met Princess Evergreen.

Although the identities at that time were not clear to each other, perhaps it was the providence of the underworld, and the blood and nature of the mother and son made that meeting warm and cordial, especially when the eyes of the two made contact for the first time, the strange feeling, now I still feel trembling and unforgettable.

He remembered the bright and beautiful spring a few years ago, when he and Huanyu and others were walking outside the city, he had a beautiful encounter with Princess Evergreen and He Yuting.

He remembered the time when he was recuperating in the Hou Ye's Mansion, when he was most hesitant and helpless, Princess Evergreen took meticulous care and love for him.

He remembered that after Lord Lu was implicated in the prince's case and was falsely imprisoned, he had gone to the Hou Ye's Mansion several times to ask for help from his mother, Princess Changqing, and his father, He Yuting, and then he had misunderstandings and estrangements with them......

Now he and his mother have finally cleared up their misunderstanding and reconciled, and when they are looking forward to enjoying the joy of family, they are separated forever. He didn't understand, could it really be providence?

There was the sound of footsteps behind him. He didn't have to look back to know who was coming.

Lian Nanchun stepped forward silently and bowed respectfully three times at the tombstone, and then there was an unspeakable silence.

In the wind, the two of them stood so stupidly, and the atmosphere was a little depressed.

"Zhichao, it's not too early, let's go back." After being silent for a long time, Lian Nanchun gently tugged at the placket of his shirt and whispered.

"No, you go back first, I want to stay with my mother for a while." Ling Yun's Adam's apple slid slightly, and his voice was low and hoarse.

The autumn and winter wind raised his messy black hair, a pair of obscure eyes were wet and misty, and even his eyelids drooped down, like a defective product that had been pulled off the altar, miserable and broken.

Lian Nanchun was stunned for a moment and did not speak.

Ling Yun slowly lowered his eyes, the corners of his mouth pulled at the curvature of self-deprecation, and said with a wry smile: "What, are you afraid that I won't be able to think about it again?" You can rest assured, although the bitterness in my heart still cannot be resolved, I will not go stupidly to kill myself again. ”

Lian Nanchun said: "Yes, it's best if you can think of it." ”

Ling Yun's face was stunned, and he said gloomily: "What's the use of thinking about it now?" …… I just don't understand why my mother couldn't think about it at the time, and if she could think about it, she wouldn't have died......"

Lian Nan Chunxiu looked at him with faint eyes and said, "No, you are wrong. The reason why she died was not because she couldn't think about it at the time, but because she wanted to open it. ”

"What? ......" Ling Yun let out a somewhat confused "ah", as if he didn't understand her words.

Lian Nanchun frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice: "You can think about the situation from her point of view: the Great Song Dynasty overturned, her royal family died and scattered, and in the face of the pain of family destruction and loss of children, He Yuting treated her like that, and she must have been disheartened and discouraged at that time." ”

Ling Yun was stunned for a moment, and his melancholy eyes were immediately covered by the thick ink that was sharply blurred; His fists couldn't help but tighten, and the green tendons on the back of his hands tightened.

"Don't talk about it! ......" he was heartbroken.

Lian Nanchun said softly: "Okay, I won't say it." Zhichao, let's go back. Adjust your mentality, there are still a lot of things waiting for us to do. ”

Ling Yun turned around again, knelt on the ground, and bowed deeply to the "tombstone" of Princess Evergreen with tears.

His back was slightly bent and his head hung down, as if he could not see any emotion; His lips moved slightly, but he didn't say a word.

Out of nowhere, there was a sound of water droplets, a "snap", the sound of tears falling......

The cold wind blew, the withered yellow leaves fluttered in the wind, and the air was full of desolate loneliness in the desolate field.

On the way back, Ling Yun kept thinking without saying a word.

Lian Nanchun saw what was on his mind and asked softly, "What are you thinking?" ”

"I want to personally go to my mother's shrine in the Hou Ye Mansion to pay my respects."

The sudden words were like a heavy stone thrown into the calm and waveless water, which made Lian Nanchun stunned, and he couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at him.

"You're ...... Haven't you already worshipped? She slurred.

Ling Yun's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his voice was slightly choked, "Yes, I have already worshipped just now, but this can only be regarded as a little comfort to my spirit - it's a pity that that 'grave' is not even a well-dressed grave." ”

Lian Nanchun looked at him with sad eyes and said, "But I believe that if your mother has a spirit in heaven, she will definitely look at you with relief in heaven." ”

"But in any case, I still want to comfort her spirit." His voice was low and hoarse, but it exuded a power that could not be questioned or changed; His gaze was even more resolute, almost stubborn.

Lian Nanchun's eyes were silent, looking a little helpless, "Zhichao, you are too stubborn." ”

Ling Yun said bitterly: "Anyway, she is also my biological mother. As the Son of Man, while she is alive, she cannot be filial at her knees; After death, I can't wear filial piety in front of her spiritual throne - I'm too unfilial as a son......"

The air froze for a moment. The atmosphere around them once again fell into a stalemate, raging silence.

Lian Nanchun couldn't help but wrinkle his eyebrows; She pursed her lips lightly, and said euphemistically: "Zhichao, I'm not trying to stop you from fulfilling the filial piety of the son of man, but now the form is very grim, there are many crises everywhere, and the capital is heavily guarded, and it is too dangerous for you to go at this time." ”

"But if I don't go now, I'll have a troubled conscience for the rest of my life—so I must go this time!"

When he said this, Ling Yun's handsome and dustless face was resolute; In particular, those dark eyes, like two pools of deep and persistent lake, swinging leisurely to her heart, exuding irresistible charm.

Lian Nanchun's eyes were as thick as butterfly wings, and he sighed lightly: "Alas, I really can't help you......"