Nanguo Dali. On the outskirts of the city.

Mountains. Blue sky and white clouds. Even the wind is with a warm gold, which makes people can't help but linger.

Nong Yu passed by, and it was the grandmother wrapped in a white headscarf who carried a heavy flat shoulder, picking the freshly picked tea to the market and selling it at a good price.

From time to time, the sound of immature children playing and laughing can be heard from several field embankments, which amuses the green and flowery southern border fields of April.

On the edge of the crystal clear lake, unknown small flowers bloom in a colorful manner, and their reflections are scattered into the bottom of the lake, a colorful rendering color. From time to time, the fish shuttled by, knocking the shadows of the flowers into a few ripples, and hid in the white clouds.

Folded willow and magnolia leaned together by the lakeside, reflected on the blue water, and happiness sprinkled all over the country road.

"Is it really decided?

Situ Ming reluctantly looked at the only brother in the world in front of him, although he didn't grow up together, but they lived and died together, if he really said goodbye for a long, long time, he still had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Since Longzhuang overturned under the Kunlun Mountain, they have no fixed place to live, I thought it would be a pity to travel the world in this way, but in the wind and the sun today, the willow told him and Zhixuan firmly:

- He and Mulan fell in love with the unstained dust of this place, as well as the simplicity of the people here, plus the crystallization of their love is about to be born, they want to settle down here, watch the flowers fall, be a free and idle person, and no longer care about the past.

At that moment, Situ Ming knew that the willows that had always been among the flowers really wanted to live the rest of his life in peace.

"Do you think I'm telling a lie?" Zheliu smiled at the sky, but he was much more free and easy than Situ Ming. It's just that the reluctance in the eyes is the same nostalgia.

"I think the scenery here is excellent, but I can go to your impetuous heart, or not. It's decided, just stay. Situ didn't forget to fold the willow, but his tone was full of reluctance to part.

"Don't worry. Empty, miss us, come and see us anytime. I'll prepare you with good wine and food!" Zheliu gently slapped Situ Ming's chest, and his voice was already a little choked.

"Zhixuan and I still have something to do, so I'll leave first. You guys...... Take care. Situ Ming coughed twice, restraining his emotions - he was really not suitable for this kind of parting scene.

"Good. Take care. You and your siblings too. Ori Yanagi's tone was also a little unnatural.

Situ Ming didn't dare to hug Zheliu, for fear that he would not be able to leave in style if he delayed for a second, so he turned around and pulled Zhixuan, pinched it, and the sword flew away.

Looking back, he saw that the camellia flowers all over the mountains filled the whole field of vision, and the people by the lake were still standing in place, their eyes following for a long time......

Blood relatives, when life and death remain unchanged, may you be safe and healthy in this world, to comfort my anxious heart.

"Situ Ming, will we see them again?" Zhixuan was very reluctant, and her tears had quietly fallen.

She wiped it away quietly, not wanting Situ Ming to see it, for fear that he would touch the scene.

"I'm not sure. Maybe, yes. Perhaps, this parting is the end of the world. No matter where he is, he is always my only relative. Situ Ming sighed and looked into the distance.

Perhaps, being away from all hustle and bustle, is not a relief and joy.

Blood-extinguishing peak.

The bell of sorrow rang for a long time. White silk streamers that can be seen everywhere.

On the golden plaque of the Quanzhi Palace, the white flowers are clustered into a cluster, hanging down for a long time, rising and falling heavily with the wind.

In the hall, there were rows of maids kneeling in white clothes, and the mournful cries were connected.

Ling Yuan knelt in front of the spirit in plain clothes, his eyes were stagnant, and he couldn't see joy or sorrow.

Su Tianluan, who was on the side, sighed softly and said softly: "Mourn." Other than that, she couldn't find any other words to comfort Ling Yuan.

Since Ling Yuan came back from Kunlun Mountain, Lan'er's condition has deteriorated, and after all, her face can't withstand the arrangement of fate, and she still passed away suddenly.

Lan'er was already suffering from an old illness, coupled with a new knot in her heart, she was depressed all day long, even the elixir of the gods could not solve one or two of them, and finally she passed away with hemoptysis.

Ling Yuan looked at Lan'er's serene face at the moment, and her eyebrows were no longer sad, perhaps, for her, it may not be another relief.

I hope that there is no pain of injury and illness in the heaven where she has died, and that on the way to reincarnation, someone will carry an inextinguishable lamp for her.

He had already known about Lan'er's condition, but he had never expected this day to come so quickly that he was caught off guard.

Since then, in this world, there are no relatives, he Ling Yuan is a lonely person, standing alone in this vast world, sad and lonely.

For the last time, Ling Yuan stroked Lan'er's pale face and whispered heavily and slowly, "Lan'er doesn't like red tape, the funeral must be simple, understand?"

"Yes. The celebrant agreed, and withdrew.

A tear dripped hot down Lan'er's cold cheek.

After all, Ling Yuan still didn't comfort himself.

"Yuan'er, people can't be resurrected after death, you are like this, Lan'er, this girl, I'm afraid there is no way to walk with peace of mind......" The old man of Tianji persuaded Ling Yuan, but he couldn't help the old tears, turned his back, and quietly wiped it away.

After the funeral, Ling Yuan did not speak, just bowed his head silently, sat under a big tree for a long time, his eyes were scattered, and sat until the sunset, and the sad bell rang until dusk.

Su Tianluan sighed, carried a pot of wine, shook it in front of his eyes, and whispered, "Do you want to drink?" ”

"Sit. ”

Ling Yuan took the wine jar with an expressionless face, and drank it all with his head on his own, the wine jar fell to the ground on his fingertips, shattering the desolation and loneliness of the ground.

Su Tianluan's eyes were full of Ling Yuan's lonely and lonely reflection, she didn't say a word, she sat with her back against the trunk, just like that, quietly, guarding him until the sky was full of stars.

Under the moonlight, the red gilded wedding card that was placed crookedly on the muddy ground beside Ling Yuan reflected the dazzling light, and after careful identification, a few clear big characters could be seen:

- Zhao Hehuan. Mo Tian. Big wedding.

The confusion in Ling Yuan's eyes, the wry smile on his lips, the fallen leaves that collapsed on the ground, and the fragments of the wine jar that shattered on the ground.

"Any wine?"

Ling Yuan turned around and asked Su Tianluan behind him.

"How much?"

The answer is that it will not change for thousands of years.

Sound Heaven Gate. Back Mountain.

Bai Suxiao kept lifting the jack to himself.

It's already one hundred and ten.

And looking at the trend in front of me, there is no intention to stop at all.

"Bai Suxiao! Are you tired like this? Your master didn't let you lift the jack. What kind of madness are you going to have?"

Ji Zhi, who had been on the side for a long time, really couldn't hold back his temper, and threw his Seven Jewel Sword to the ground, bounced up the dust.

"You don't care if I'm tired or not! You're always following me like this, you're not tired!"

Bai Suxiao gasped and sweated profusely, still holding the jack resolutely, but there was sulking impatience in his tone.

"I'm tired, but I think it's worth it! At least I dare to pursue the love I want! But what about you? You're just because Zhao Hehuan is getting married, and that person is not you, so you can't get along with yourself here!"

Qi Zhi clenched his pink fist and almost finished the sentence with a roar.

The little junior brother who wanted to come to inform the meal was so frightened that he stuck out his tongue and dodged.

"You are you. I am me. Don't confuse you with me. ”

Bai Suxiao tried his best to restrain his emotions and try not to let himself say anything that hurt him, but the fire in his heart couldn't be extinguished when he reached his mouth.

In the end, he still said ruthless words.

"You coward! Bai Suxiao! Who do you think you are! I'll leave Yintianmen! You can lift your life's jack here! Coward!"

He wiped his tears and turned around and left, and disappeared into the back mountain in a blink of an eye.

Bai Suxiao raised his head and let out a long roar, and with a "bang-" he threw the jack that had been lifted above his head to the mountain wall, and the rubble rolled down, and the dust blinded his painful eyes.

What he said was right. He's jealous.

The second day of the next month. Big wedding. Expect.

Look up to the sky and sigh.

Luoyang City. Inside the Royal Palace.

Xiao Lan cried on Zhanxuan's lap, drowsy, and her saliva soaked Zhanxuan's graceful and luxurious dragon robe.

This courtyard is the dormitory where Hehuan once lived, the plum blossoms of the month have gone, but they are full of flowers, filled with the fragrance of flowers all over the garden and the house, which makes people a little drunk.

The moonlight lay down brightly, reflected in the pool of water, and suddenly, Zhan Xuan thought he had seen the shadow of the acacia.

He was holding a festive invitation in big red, and the large gilded letters were clearly visible.

On the side, there are scattered folds all over the place, and there is no vermilion word "read" on it.

Xiaolan wept...... Do you know...... Your Acacia Mom...... It's getting married...... On the second day of the next month, ......" Zhan Xuan lowered his head and touched Xiao Lan's weeping hair, unable to see the emotion in his eyes.

Xiao Lan was crying and dreaming sweetly, and shallowly, a faint satisfied smile was pulled out at the corner of her mouth.

"It seems...... Do you also think...... It's a match made in heaven...... Is it?" Zhan Xuan's head lowered deeper, and his hand paused in place.

Only a deep sigh was heard.

In the days when she left, how many loyal ministers could not discuss the country for a day, at least the concubine selection ceremony must be carried out first.

He, as the king of a country, has repeatedly postponed this matter for various justified or improper reasons.

So much so that there are even rumors in Luoyang City that the emperor is a good man, so he has not accepted a concubine so far.

Only he knew that he wanted to give her the position of emperor and queen. He wants to be loved by thousands of people, and he is alone in her.

Even though, her choice was never him.

Damn it.

Look up at the bright moon, close your eyes, a drop of royal tears, stay for Qing.

Dripped in the flowers, I can't find it, no trace.