The fact that the Grand Opera Hall was buried in the sea of fire spread far and wide, and the bad news shocked the court, and the emperor was furious when he heard it.

"Your Majesty, you still have me." The pianist Li Youlan gently pulled the placket of the emperor's clothes.

"Get out!"

The pianist Li Youlan was raised by the emperor and shook his palm and slapped to the ground. "Presumptuous! Cheap! From now on, there will be no second Huai Ling in this world!" Li Youlan was slapped by His Majesty to the cold, but he got carried away because of the death of his sleeve. "I tell you Li Youlan, don't know what to do, you can never replace him! You're just a bland luthier! I spoil you, you are a treasure; If I don't spoil you, you're nothing!" The emperor said that he threw up his sleeves and left, leaving the pianist Li Youlan alone to sobble silently. Li Youlan knew that His Majesty cared about his body rather than his heart, and getting a person's sincerity was the most priceless, but unfortunately he could never be.

"He is dead, Your Majesty, you are still obsessed!" Li Youlan was quite chilled by His Majesty's approach. He is only a substitute for His Majesty.

At night, wind and rain.

Dou Hanshan was crying and crying alone in the thatched house, and suddenly there was lightning and thunder outside, and the lightning came in and the candles were extinguished. Outside, the wind was strong, and the cold was pressing, "Cold Mountain! Cold Mountain! Cold Mountain !! There were three sad calls from the heavy thunder and rain, and Dou Hanshan was startled.

The body of the sleeve has been scorched and festered.

"Hanshan, I am separated from you by yin and yang, do you know, I don't think Miss Dou will meet a second Huai Ling person in this life, you and I should have been made in heaven but unfortunately have a thin life. Hanshan, my ashes are no longer there, I want to be by your side all the time in my life, but Hanshan, you don't want me to be like this..."Hanshan cried to death, she hugged the soul of Huai Lingren and didn't want to hide anymore.

"I love you, Hanshan." The liver and intestines of the soul with sleeves were broken inch by inch, and the intestines were scattered all over the ground.

"Sleeve ........."

"Let me dance the last song "Peacock Flying Southeast" for you. Hanshan will never see me again, and I will be scattered from then on. Forget me, okay Hanshan? ”

She thought she was a plaything of Huai Lingren, but unfortunately she was wrong after all.

"Huai Sleeve, if it weren't for the fact that my heart was dead, how could I let you die in Huangquan." It's a pity that she will never be able to tell Huai Lingren in person. Dou Hanshan's heart has long been destined to be hurt by the warmth and coldness of the human affection to the bone marrow, and she is now even more discouraged. The ancients said: The heart of compassion and the meaning of pain do not want to live.

"Tonight is the last fate of our lives, and I will be scattered when the hour is over."

Dou Hanshan suddenly thundered to the top, and a mouthful of thick blood gushed out instantly. "Huailing people will always live in the heart of Hanshan. Having me in my heart is enough. ”

Dou Hanshan suddenly had mixed feelings, she knew that she would always be a withered shell living in her own world, and no one would care. In her heart, she is a person who can disappear at any time, and she no longer has spiritual sustenance for anyone. Even if Huai Ling was like this, she didn't know if Huai Lingren had been deeply embedded in her heart.

"Go away, I have nothing to deserve you." Dou Hanshan's heart, like Li Botai, has completely died in his longing for people's hearts. Hanshan's heart is as cold as ice, and it is a dead heart. Her pain is deepening, if one day Hanshan dies, she wants to set up her grave in a place where no one cares, so that her soul can look at the long decomposed corpse in front of the grave, it is so desolate. Looking at her disgusted body covered with maggots, her soul suddenly felt heart-wrenching sadness. Her grave was beaten by the wind and rain, and even the lonely ghosts silently grieved for her when they saw it.

The soul of Huai Sleeve was wiped out in the desperation of Hanshan, and Dou Hanshan died at the moment when Huai Lingren died.

From now on, there will be no more sleeves and cold mountains in the world......