When the eldest grandson Ruomei heard him say this, between his words, there was humility and helplessness, and the emperor who once called for wind and rain no longer existed.

Her eyes turned red, she shook her head at Feng Hexuan, and said, "The concubine is fine, as your wife, of course the concubine has to share the joys and sorrows with you, but it's just ...... has suffered Jiu'er, I hope that Dongfang Yunlie will not embarrass her anymore in the relationship with Jiu'er. ”

Thinking of her precious daughter, who has always been indisputable, the eldest grandson Ruomei's eyes turned even redder.

"Hey~~~ If I hadn't insisted on going my own way back then, Dongfang Yunlie wouldn't have hated Jiu'er like this."

It's too late to regret, and in the backyard, the dead leaves have fallen to the ground, leaving sighs and regrets all over the ground.

The sky gradually darkened, the quiet night sky was dotted with stars, and the clouds swept over the bright moon.

The autumn night brought a cold, and in the Feiyun Pavilion, the sound of the piano was slightly raised, still as heavy as in the past, and today's sound of the piano, in addition to being heavy, also added a little hatred and sadness and loneliness that no one touched.

Dongfang Yunlie sat in front of the piano, his fingertips plucking the cold piano wire, the cold air on his cold face was pressing, his thin lips pursed lightly, and the murderous aura lingered in the corners of his eyes.

In front of him, a pot of wine was placed, the sound of the piano stopped, he picked up the wine glass, slowly sent it to his mouth, and cast his gaze into the distance became deeper and deeper, colder and colder, and the cold under his eyes became thicker and thicker.

Thin lips hooked, revealing a murderous aura, flowing around his mouth.

Brother Yunlie, Chongyang is my birthday, will you accompany me every year......

As long as Jiu'er wants to, Brother Yunlie will accompany you no matter how busy he is......

……

……

Dongfang Chu plotted to rebel, the crime was unforgivable, and the emperor decreed that at noon on the day of Chongyang, the whole door was beheaded......

The emperor's prolique, Princess Xu Fengyu, is the wife of the general Chu Jinmo......

The emperor ordered that Dongfang Yunlie, the little prince of the Dongfang family, was on the run, and those who could capture him alive would be rewarded with a reward of 10,000 taels......

The painful memories were like a flood of beasts at this moment, eroding his eardrums, making the hatred in his eyes more and more cold and intense.

Red bloodshot covered his eyes, and Dongfang Yunlie at this moment was like a beast, trying to find prey that could grind his teeth, extremely fierce.

He put down his wine glass, kicked over the guqin in front of him, and walked out of the courtyard of Feiyun Pavilion.

Yingshui Stream——

"Princess, it's so late, it's cold outside, you better go back to the house."

"No, I'll sit here for a while, you can go down and rest first."

"But, princess......"

"Don't worry, I'll sit down for a while and go in, you can go and rest."

"Okay then."

After all, he still couldn't resist Feng Qinyu, so he gave up silently.

After retreating silently, the reluctant smile on Feng Qinyu's face also quietly fell.

She had been sitting in the courtyard for a long time, and she could clearly hear the familiar and heavy sound of the piano coming from Feiyun Pavilion.

Ninety-nine Double Ninth Festival, she knows what kind of day it is.

She was born in Chongyang, so her parents named her Jiu'er.

This day, which had made her count its arrival in anticipation, stopped on the day when the Dongfang family was beheaded.

Jiu'er's birthday, the festival day of the Oriental family.

Now, this day is such an ironic and heart-wrenching day for her.

Happy birthday, Jiu'er......

The familiar voice, full of tenderness and doting, echoed in her ears, and now, only this memory of the past can make her body and mind forget the pain for a while.