The regent found the compound from the hall, found the backyard from the compound, and still didn't find Lu Xiaofeng, so he couldn't help but sit on the chair and said, "Really, my beloved is dead, and I don't care about the aftermath, let me handle it, I really don't know what he thinks!"

He didn't know what Lu Xiaofeng was thinking in his heart, Zhao Yang regretted walking to his side, brought a cup of tea to the regent, and said softly, "Let him go, don't look at him happy on the surface, but his heart is dripping blood, it is no one else who died, it is the person he has always loved, he is here, he can only add infinite sadness in vain." ”

Or Zhao Yang regretted knowing Lu Xiaofeng, he didn't want to, and he couldn't bear to go to see Sun Xiangyuan, he didn't know how to face all this, they had gone through so many years of ups and downs, but they never thought that she actually died at the hands of her most respected father, what a painful and sad thing it was.

It is true that people are inherently dead, but depending on whose hands they died, like Sun Xiangyuan, there are still very few people who die in the hands of their own father.

Lu Xiaofeng walked out of Sun's mansion, lying on the uncovered carriage, walking aimlessly on the road, he was lying on his back, drinking one jar after another in his hand, Sun Xiangyuan's figure appeared in his mind all the time, she was optimistic and open-minded, dressed as a man, in and out of the martial arts conference, she liked to laugh and play tricks on people......

But now, everything is gone, everything is gone, with that touch, gone, everything is gone, and the ups and downs they have experienced have become history.

Lu Xiaofeng took a sip of wine fiercely, he wanted to drink everything into his mouth in one gulp, and wanted everything to go away with the wine, but the more this happened, the more depressed and helpless he became, and the more he couldn't control the thoughts about her in his heart, and that familiar ballad always entered his heart.

Why? Heaven, why are you so ruthless, we still have a long, long way to go, why are you so ruthless to take my her away? Heaven, you are so ruthless, ruthless to the point of being cursed, why don't you let her live a little longer?

"Your smile is very important to me, can you smile for me?" That was the only thing she begged him to do before she died, but he didn't do it, "Why can't I smile for her? Why can't I even fulfill her last wish?" Lu Xiaofeng blamed himself again and again.

"No, she not only makes me laugh at her, but more importantly, she makes me laugh and go to the world and into life! She doesn't want me to live a miserable life, she doesn't want me to live a sad life!"

......

"Yes, I'm going to cheer up, she's watching me in a wonderful paradise! I'm going to live happily!"

He thought about it and sat up suddenly, and by this time, the sky was gradually darkening, and the sunset hung high above the blue sky, waiting for those who liked him.

"Don't go, don't go, don't take my dreams away!" Lu Xiaofeng slammed the reins, desperately chasing the sunset!

He is not chasing the sunset, he is chasing the dream in his heart, chasing the dream that he has gone...... He drove his horse frantically through Jinling City and disappeared into the night.

With the help of the regent, Sun Xiangyuan's funeral affairs were very lively, but this excitement was not for her, but for the living......

The imperial court just likes to give people a generous burial and give her a nickname after they die, but when everyone is dead, does she still need it? She doesn't need it anymore, but the imperial court needs it, and it needs people who are alive to see how much others respect a person who died in the line of duty! It is obviously a dead person's matter, and the imperial court also wants to use her death and give her a propaganda label.

After a period of excitement, the yamen was still the yamen, the imperial court had sent a new prefect, the regent also returned to Beijing with the Yulin army, and the monk and Zhao Yang regretted the aftermath of Sun Xiangyuan, and also disappeared in Jinling City.

They walked out of Jinling City, crossed the forest path, and came to the Sifang Gambling House, only to hear someone crying in the forest, "God, you don't bless people, what is the use of me leaving you......?"

The monk listened, and hurriedly walked towards the forest with Zhao Yang regret, only to see Sikong Xingxing's clothes in tatters, his hair was unkempt, he was guarding a new grave, and he was frantically fighting the sky, he lost her, and he lost the reason to live, they experienced countless lives and deaths, suffering and happiness, and finally walked once, they had set the goal of this life, but that night in the yamen, their hopes were all in vain.

Zhao Yang regretted seeing it, hurriedly stepped forward and pulled him, and said, "Okay, people can't be resurrected after death, why are you suffering?"

Sikong Xingxing was stunned, looked at Zhao Yang regret blankly, and asked in surprise, "Who are you?" Have you seen my Zixiu?"

Zhao Yang regretted understanding his mood, shook his head gently, and couldn't say a word.

Sikong Xingxing grabbed Zhao Yang Cheng suddenly, shook it desperately, and said, "No, you must know, you must know, where is my Zixiu?"

Zhao Yang regretted that he grabbed his arm fiercely, didn't say a word, and let him shake hard.

The monk shook his head helplessly, put his hands together in front of his chest, and chanted aloud, "Nan Wu Master Shakyamuni Buddha, Nan Wu Master Shakyamuni Buddha, Nan Wu Master Shakyamuni Buddha, Nan Wu Master Shakyamuni Buddha, supreme profound and subtle Dharma, millions of calamities and encounters, I have seen and heard it today, and I am willing to understand the true righteousness ......of the Buddha."

He recited so reverently, he had never seen a monk chanting the scriptures so seriously, he wanted to calm Sikong Xingxing through this Sanskrit sound, but everything was not what he wanted.

After listening to the monk's recitation of the "Dizang Sutra", Sikong Xingxing not only did not stop, but became even more crazy, he rushed to the monk, grabbed the monk, and shouted, "What are you twittering about, I'm looking for my Zixiu, what are you doing for this?"

The monk did not move, but continued to recite, "At that time, the ten directions of the immeasurable world, it cannot be said that all the Buddhas, and the great Bodhisattva Mahasattva, will come to gather. Praise Shakyamuni Buddha, who can be in the five turbid and evil worlds, and now has incredible great wisdom and supernatural powers, subduing strong sentient beings, knowing the method of suffering and happiness, sending attendants, and inquiring about the world-honored ......"

When he listened to this scripture, he covered his ears with his hands and ran away like the wind, roaring as he ran, "God, you don't bless people, what use do I keep you......?"

In such a scene, the people who saw it were all unmoved, and the monk and Zhao Yang regretted that Sikong Xingxing had already lost his mind and had now reached a state of madness, but he didn't know how to save him from this state of madness. )