Two days later, at the request of Nanfeng, Bai Junqian and the others still stayed in the palace of the Yin family, but Luo Jiayi left the Yin family at this time.

Before leaving, the two of them whispered to Nanfeng, as if they were planning something.

The droplets of water dripping from the eaves seemed to continue the tears of the two, turning the world into bleakness and sorrow.

The pit in the ground was full of rainwater, and when I stepped on it, I splashed it all over my body, and the knocking sound was like raindrops one after another, and it rang for a long time before the door was barely opened, and a pair of cold but extremely beautiful eyes emerged from the crack in the door, and asked hollowly, "What's the matter?"

"My lord, the smell of rancid is already coming from this room, come out. The guard persuaded.

The melancholy replied weakly, "I won't go out." ”

The guards wanted to ask again, but the door had been slammed shut in a very unfriendly manner, and all the scenery in the door was closed, and the guards looked at each other helplessly, covered their noses and dispersed.

The melancholy fox who closed the door showed obvious tenderness between his eyebrows, and there was incomparable intimacy in his stunning face. She walked lightly back to the room, her movements were both the shyness of the birds and the determination to go to the fire for love, she closed the doors, closed the windows, and sat down opposite Suhe.

"Shuhe, did you hear it, they are so annoying, they come to ask questions all day long, wasting such a precious time for us. Do you say yes, Suzu?"

A sudden gust of wind rushed into the room like a ghost, and the windows blew open, revealing a gloomy canopy.

The doors were like open eyes, from hidden silence to shocking silence, there was already silence, but the air was faintly restless.

Suhe sat quietly in his chair, his eyes closed, a smile seemed to hang on the corner of his mouth, and there was a rotten smell from his body, and the strong stench was almost a tangible barrier that took root in the room.

He was still dead for a long time, large purple spotted from the depths of his unseen clothes and into his bare skin, like some mysterious imprint.

He's dead, he's been dead for a long time.

It's just that I don't want to let go, I don't want to believe.

......

Two days later, Otoqin finally left the stele and returned to her room.

"Yitang. She held Yitang's rank in her hand, closed the door, and tears slowly left: "Now I have found a way to make us live forever together, from now on, we will never be separated, there will be no pain, and no one will bother us again, do you say okay, Yitang?"

Tears fell on the tablet with a dull ticking sound, a smile of relief appeared in Otoqin's pale countenance, and her cheeks bloomed like petals, and she slowly closed her eyes, and then picked up a lute, and there was a natural elegance in her sitting position.

She imagined that the sound of Yitang's blowing silk bamboo echoed her, as if she was playing with her, she stretched her waist very straight, her legs together, and her hands on the lute, as if every arc of her body had been accurately curtailed, and she grasped the most appropriate proportion, which was a gesture of curtain call at the end of the song.

When Nanfeng and Bai Junqian pushed open the door of her room, the heavy door let out a groan in the night, and slowly hung down like a pair of old hands that were hiding their faces and sighing, revealing sad eyes.

The hall was filled with red candles, as if they were about to burn, and the hall shone like a hollow ball of amber, and the strange color was like a spell, intertwining a slightly tragic yellowish and sonorous pale red, forming a swamp-like effect, all the colors were like silt and grabbed the legs and feet of the people, pulled their hearts, and made people unable to take their eyes off.

The piano hangs on the beam, and the fluttering neon clothes fly in the bright hall, like a huge gorgeous petal.

This is the wedding dress she prepared a long time ago.

She thought she was protecting Yitang, but after Yitang left, she handed over her life to a white silk, and it was clear that the two of them should be a red silk.

She thought that she had lost the right to love him early, as if she had told too many lies and no one believed her, but who would believe that she was actually in love with Yitang? She was arrogant, but her love was so humble that it seemed to be an unspeakable lame secret.

The suppressed love burned her heart like a flame, day and night, year after year, scorching all her patience, and finally on the day Yitang died, she even broke her will.

The crowd also saw a note that read in Juanxiu's handwriting: Please bury me with him.

The person 'he' refers to is undoubtedly Yitang.

"Hurry up and go to the Sorrowful Fox, I suspect she did the same!" Nanfeng said to Bai Junqian.

Hearing this, Bai Junqian frowned, and took Lingxi and them to the room of the worried fox.

As soon as I opened the door, it was extremely dim, only two faint candles lit up, and in one of the complementary fires, the face of the melancholy fox shone extremely sadly, and her crying was diluted by the wind, like a wisp of helpless green smoke.

She was immersed in her memory, the candle flame was the background that never faded, and the gentle swaying in the longing sound made an old past more and more sad.

When she got closer, she saw the melancholy fox weeping, her tone was full of water, and her words seemed to be soaked in the swamp and then wet and fished up, looking muddy and swollen, and unwilling to curse, and also sighed for her future life, she said obsessively: "It seems that the curse has come true." ”

Then they turned their eyes to Na Shuhe, everyone present was shocked, Lingxi's face was even more dead, Bai Junqian supported her, and asked her in a low voice if she was unwell, she shook her head slightly, and her eyes were always on the rotting corpse in the center of the hall.

How so?

This answer does not seem to appear in the people present, but in the body of Yin Sheng, the lord of the Yin family who has awakened.

The fog in the sky took on a vast white, an ethereal undertone, silent, disillusioned, silent, walking in the oppressive lows, embellishing the skillful life into fear and strangeness.

Time suddenly slowed down, as if the world had stood still because they had lost their beloved.

......

Otoqin's funeral was held soon after her death, and her funeral was very simple under the management of Nanfeng, and her men wept and played a requiem for her.

In the end, she was also buried with Yitang as she wished, and the two monuments stood together, close at hand, as if they were leaning on each other under the sky, never separated.

Her death was voluntary, and it was also for the pursuit of love and the fulfillment of herself.

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