The village of the forgotten lake

It is the late autumn of another year, and the maple leaves of Tianxuan are red, so the official roads of Qingcheng can be seen everywhere with red leaves flying in the wind. In the Falling Maple Forest, after a few low single tones, the melodious sound of Xiao flew all over the Falling Maple Forest with pieces of red leaves.

Zhuang Wanghu, who was dressed in a crescent-colored robe, had not finished the song, but he suddenly put away the jade flute in his hand, and the melodious and tactful Xiao Sheng suddenly stopped abruptly.

"Sixth Highness, but Lin's arrival was too abrupt and disturbed the Yaxing of the Sixth Highness?" Hearing Xiao Sheng's sudden stop, Lin Yuanxiao felt a little regretful, such as most of the power of Xuanjiangshan today has gradually fallen into the hands of Zhuang Fuyao, he, who has been a father who has been hidden in the rivers and lakes for so many years, has long been unaccustomed to the treacherous situation of the imperial city, and seeing that Zhuang Fuyao can stand alone, he rarely stays in the Tianxuan capital anymore.

But he was reluctant to stay too far away, for fear that Zhuang Fuyao would not be able to appear in time when he needed him. Therefore, the suburbs of Qingcheng are the best place for him to stay.

Lin Yuanxiao has always been grateful to Zhuang Wanghu for helping him escape from the imperial tomb and helping Zhuang Fuyao in the first place, but Zhuang Wanghu has never given him a chance to thank him, let alone know from Zhuang Wanghu's mouth why she wants to help their father and daughter.

Since Yang Chengyun ordered someone to search Luofeng Forest and Zhuang Wanghu left suddenly, Lin Yuanxiao has never seen Zhuang Wanghu again, and Zhuang Wanghu's secret assistance to Zhuang Fuyao is to order someone to pass on the news.

Not only Lin Yuanxiao, but even the world may not know that the Sixth Emperor of the Empress of Tianxuan Wing, Zhuang Lihu, is actually an extraordinary person, and it is not easy for Lin Yuanxiao to trace her traces.

Perhaps, if it weren't for Zhuang Wanghu returning to Luofeng Forest again, her whereabouts would not even be known to Lin Yuanxiao.

After autumn, the melodious and tactful Xiao Yin will be heard from the Luofeng Forest from time to time, and Lin Yuanxiao knew that Zhuang Wanghu had returned to the Luofeng Forest and returned to the Luofeng Temple.

"Yuan Xiao, you're here. Zhuang Wanghu put away the jade flute, turned his head, looked at Lin Yuanxiao who slowly walked out from behind a huge maple tree in the distance, and said softly.

Zhuang Lihu's voice was pleasant and gentle, just as good as her Xiao Yin. Yuan Xiao, she didn't call him General Lin, nor did she call him Lin Yuanxiao, but Yuan Xiao.

Such a cordial title was very natural to say in Zhuang Wanghu's mouth, as if she had already called it countless times.

Lin Yuanxiao couldn't help but be stunned, he and Zhuang Wanghu had never intersected, if he really wanted to say that there was, it was just that he had met several princesses when he followed his mother into the palace to celebrate the birthday of Empress Wing when he was a teenager.

After entering the palace, even Zhuang Yimo never called Yuan Xiao, because everyone in the whole court knew that Zhuang Yimo's heart was already full of Xiao Yuanqing, and even if she welcomed them into the palace, they couldn't really win her heart.

For Lin Yuanxiao, who was stunned on the spot and didn't know how to react, Zhuang Lihu didn't react, maybe this was what she expected.

"Yuan Xiao, I know that you have been trying to find my traces all these years, but if you are to thank me in person, you don't need to, I am saving you and helping you, all from the heart, you don't need to thank me. Zhuang Wanghu looked at Lin Yuanxiao quietly and continued to speak lightly.

"Sixth Highness...... Lin Yuanxiao took a few steps forward, and after calling out to the Sixth Highness, he didn't know what to say. Originally, all this that Zhuang Lihu did for their father and daughter was not worth a word of thanks. And Zhuang Wanghu clearly rejected his thanks, he really didn't know what to say.

Lin Yuanxiao's call of "Sixth Highness", Zhuang Wanghu didn't seem to hear it, she walked towards Lin Yuanxiao, and when she passed by Lin Yuanxiao's side, she didn't stop, but continued to walk forward, and in front of her, in the depths of Luofeng Forest, was Luofeng Temple.

"Yuanxiao, if I had known back then, you would eventually enter the palace on the order of Ci, I would not have given up the position of Empress Tianxuan......" Zhuang Wanghu slowly passed by Lin Yuanxiao for a long time, and the autumn wind sent such a clear and shallow emotion to Lin Yuanxiao's ears.

Yuan Xiao, maybe you never knew that the moment I unintentionally touched your mask in the vast sea of people during the Lantern Festival that year, in my heart, it was already you......

Literature Museum