Gong Liangyu searched in the yard for a long time, and finally saw a figure bending over to work under the moonlight. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

She frowned, then stepped forward.

"What's your name?"

The man raised his head, wiped his sweat, and replied honestly and loyally, "Li Xiaoer." ”

Gongliangyu was stunned for a moment, and then he no longer thought about how he still had such a bad name, and said directly: "Let it go for a while, and do something else with me." ”

The black and thin young man nodded, and then followed Gong Liangyu to the lobby, and saw the mourning hall set up for Zhang Jingyao, which was extremely simple, and there were still some paper money in the brazier that had not yet been burned.

The three coffin bearers were waiting, and an older man leaned against the door, inhaling a cool breath in his mouth, and a large swollen foot and neck.

The black and thin young man frowned, and he also understood what was going on.

He turned his gaze to the girl in filial piety clothes kneeling in front of the coffin.

After four days, Zhang Lingxi was already haggard and pale to the extreme, and her eyes were red and swollen, which looked heartbreaking.

Here Li Xiaoer came from Xun Qiu's alias, and the torrential rain in the capital four days ago could not extinguish his thoughts and worries about her, but when she remembered that she was clutching her sleeve and begging bitterly, Xun Qiu's heart was as painful as a needle prick.

That heavy rain made him really realize that even if she hated him and made him roll away, he couldn't live without her, and that feeling was really worse than killing him.

Xun Qiu didn't dare to come to see her, but he was so worried that he could only use this low-level method after thinking about it.

Zhang Jingyao's mourning hall was set up for four days, and during these four days, Zhang Lingxi has been kneeling here, without closing his eyes or entering a drop of water, the entire mourning hall is empty, and no one has come to mourn.

As the night deepened, the flickering lights in Hanshui City turned on and gradually went out, the door of Zhang's Mansion opened, and a black coffin was lifted out and walked slowly towards the outside of the city.

The empire has a new look, and some new buildings are being repaired in the city, even at night, under the moonlight, you can see the new look of the surroundings, in contrast, Zhang Lingxi, who escorted the four people carrying a black coffin, wearing filial piety clothes, and being supported by Gongliangyu beside him, looked particularly desolate and sad.

The corners of Zhang Lingxi's pale lips twitched painfully, Gongliangyu helped her beside her, reached out to wipe her tears, and her eyes were red again because of this scene.

She has also been staying by Zhang Lingxi's side for the past four days, she feels sorry for the other party, and she feels sorry for the stubborn night saint who is actually extremely soft in her heart.

"I regret that you should rest for a while, I still read the Buddhist scriptures, you have been reciting them for four days. Gongliangyu looked at her dry lips and said distressedly.

"I'm fine, my father's funeral is simple, no condolences and no etiquette are already my unfilial piety as a daughter, let me do more for him. Zhang Lingxi shook his head and sighed lightly.

Her gaze looked inadvertently ahead, then paused briefly on the person carrying the coffin in front of her.

"What's going on?" asked Gongliangyu softly.

In the night, she seemed to have discovered something, and her eyes were a little complicated, but when he looked closely, he found that the strange feeling disappeared.

She thought she was hallucinating, so she shook her head and said, "It's okay, bury my father quickly, I'm a little tired." ”

Gong Liangyu didn't understand that after four days of hard work in the mourning hall, she suddenly popped up with such a sentence. However, she couldn't ask more, so she could only nod her head and tell the four coffin bearers to move faster.

The ancestral tomb of the Zhang family is outside Hanshui City, where the address has been chosen, and the person carrying the coffin will fill in the grave after putting the coffin inside.

This grave is very simple, there is only a wordless stele, not even an inscription, and the one next to this grave has a good period of time, that is Zhang Lingxi's mother.

She told Gongliangyu that she wanted to be alone here, and the latter worriedly instructed her to leave with a few subordinates.

A pair of black eyes have been staring at Zhang Lingxi's figure from afar, but they have never left for half a minute.

She knelt down in front of her parents' graves and began to sobb softly, and the crying became louder and louder, and she began to cover her lips with the back of her hand, hoping not to cry, but the desperate and sad crying could not be stopped.

In the dark night, she was like a child abandoned by the light, crying helplessly alone in the wilderness.

She picked up the jar and poured it out in front of the grave, and between the weeds, the jar fell on a stone on the ground, and the jar broke into pieces, and she picked up a sharp splinter, and then cut it down on her index finger.

Blood came out of the deep wound, she trembled her hands, writing on the wordless tablet, the strength of her hand was very strong, her fingertips made deep dents on the stone tablet, blood came out of her fingertips, penetrated into the carved words.

The blood on her hand seemed to dry up after a while, so she put her index finger in her mouth and sucked it hard. Yun got up, and the bright red blood stained her lips.

She continued to write.

When he was done, he stood up from the grave.

The cold wind gusted in the wilderness at night, and her white dress was lifted by the cold wind, and her long black hair danced in the wind.

Her face was pale and haggard, like a delicate flower blooming on a mountain stream, beautiful and dangerous, as if a gust of wind could make her go forever.

She spent her first six years in Hanshui City, and there were not many memories at that time, only some sporadic fragments remained, but it was precisely because of some fragmentary fragments that she remembered them firmly.

At that time, my parents were still very affectionate.

When she was a child, she was very simple-minded, before and after her father's rebellion, it was like a completely different person, and her mother's death also hit her hard, so she put all her anger and resentment on her father who became tyrannical.

She remembered the night her mother committed suicide in her room when she was eleven years old, from the words recorded in her father's notebook, and she had not paid attention to those important details.

There was something abnormal for the two days before the mother committed suicide, and this abnormality happened after she returned from the palace.

At that time, the queen was seriously ill, and the ladies of the ministers of the court and the central government went to visit the palace as usual.

Mother is the daughter of the Ministry of Rites of the Central Court, grew up in the capital, father said in the notes that she had grown up with the emperor when he was a child, when the emperor was still the crown prince, there was a plan to recruit her as the crown princess, but at that time, the parents who were happy with each other were already engaged, and this idea could only be abandoned.

So when she first saw this note, she was so shocked and heartbroken.

She has always regarded her father as a person who is hungry for profit, and does not care about her mother and her own life or death, and the emperor who appreciates him and his friend Xun Changfeng were brutally killed by him, and this kind of hatred for her father by her daughter is a great torture for their father and daughter.

But when the truth is revealed, the pain almost kills her.

She has been kept in the dark and complained about her father for ten years.

As the leader of the Ten Kings Order, he obeyed the orders of the Six Paths Alliance and killed countless people, he did have a deep sin in this regard, but if it wasn't for his mother's death, how could he have listened to the bewitchment of the Six Paths Alliance to cultivate soul seeds and embark on this road of no return.

Xun Changfeng has long been targeted by the people of the Six Dao Alliance, and in order to kill him, they used the power of their father, and even his father killed Xun Changfeng because the Six Dao Alliance took his own life to threaten him.

The Six Dao Alliance made a multiple-choice question for her father between Xun Changfeng and her, and her father chose the latter, and then was infamous for brutally killing his friend.

And she and Xun Qiu could have stayed together for a lifetime, but because of the grudge between her fathers, she came to the current situation.

In fact, as early as when the Six Dao Alliance found their father, the fate of their Zhang family had already been held in the hands of others.

In order to avenge his mother and save his daughter's life, the father can only do one evil thing after another in the eyes of everyone under the arrangement of the Six Dao Alliance.

When he had no use value, the Six Dao Alliance watched him die in Linjing.

There must be pity for the hateful, he has done a lot of wrong things, but he is also a poor pawn.

But by the time she really understood it all, it was too late.

Her father was afraid that she would be caught between himself and Xun Qiu, so he moved her out of Linjing during the family banquet, and when she returned, she saw that he had died in front of him.

At that moment, the person she wanted to die was herself.

She looked at the stele of her parents, stretched out her hand and gently rubbed it on it, tears couldn't stop flowing out, and they dripped on the stele with a click.

Xun Qiu had been watching her in the dark, he told himself over and over again not to bother her again, but when he looked at her sad and painful appearance in front of him, he knew that no matter how much he told himself in his heart, his body could not control it.

Four days ago, when he looked at Zhang Lingxi's resolute appearance and the words begging him, his heart was almost hollowed out. But even so, he couldn't help but want to come and see her, and he still couldn't promise her to erase her from his heart forever.

At this time, looking at her lonely and painful figure, he felt even more stupid how stupid his previous ideas were.

He couldn't believe that they were gone, and what color could there be in each other's days.

He had to keep her.

Let those loves, hatreds, and hatreds go, and let all those so-called grievances in the world die! He can do without anything, but he can't do without her.

For four days, as soon as he closed his eyes, her shadow would appear. Her every move, smile and cheek, all of them deeply tugged at his heart.

Even if he is strong, he will put her in his own world, even if she hates him, kill him, as long as she doesn't leave him......

He really couldn't accept a world without her, because she had long since become an integral part of his life.