Zhongli Garden.

Qin'er stood in front of Zhongli Ruohua, holding a bowl of bird's nest soup in her hand.

She looked at the little lady's face.

The little lady's face was originally round, with a very beautiful white and rosy color.

But now...

Now the little lady's face has become obviously thinner.

The skin that was originally breakable by a blow also lost its luster.

Seven days have passed since the incident in Xishan happened.

During these seven days, the young lady has been sitting in front of the window of the third lady's boudoir.

Eating less.

He didn't even close his eyes for a moment.

She was looking at the Regent's poems copied by Miss Third, and also looking at the peach tree outside the window.

The flowers on the peach trees have almost fallen off, and I think she has memorized those poems by heart.

But she...

Her tears have dried up.

The color in her eyes was still gray.

The little lady is only six years old.

She lost her favorite sister, and the brother-in-law whom she talked about all the time.

It seems that the little lady's childhood is no longer there.

"Sister Qin'er,"

"My slave is here."

Zhong Liruohua looked at the setting sun outside the window and suddenly said, "You said that after death, people go to the underworld."

"I heard that everyone has to pass through the Naihe Bridge and have a bowl of Mengpo soup at the bridge end..."

"I heard that after drinking that soup, you will forget everything in your past life."

"Those people and those things are all forgotten."

"My sister and brother-in-law don't know if they have reached Naihe Bridge yet."

"If they all drank the Mengpo soup, wouldn't it mean that they were strangers to each other after crossing the bridge?"

"If we are strangers to each other... wouldn't my sister be very lonely?"

"Wouldn't my brother-in-law be lonely too?"

Qin'er was startled and pondered for a moment, "Little Miss, the love between Third Miss and Mr. Li may be able to move the world."

"Although the underworld has its own rules, but... maybe the Lord of Hell will give them some relief."

Zhongli Ruohua nodded slightly, and then looked at the papers on the table.

"I seem to mature earlier than my peers."

"I can understand some of these words from my brother-in-law now."

"For example, this one."

Zhongli Ruohua picked up a piece of paper and read in a low voice:

"Ten years of life and death are blurry,

If you don’t think about it, you will never forget it.

Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation.

Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other,

My face is covered with dust and my temples are like frost..."

"At first, I just thought the poem was too desolate, and then I felt that my brother-in-law was a person with a story."

"Grandma said at the time that my brother-in-law was a bit strange."

"The person who wrote this poem must have gone through a period of extremely difficult times... trapped by love and suffering by love."

"I didn't understand what grandma meant at that time."

"Now, I understand a little bit."

"Brother-in-law...it's not easy!"

"He and his sister met on March 3 last year, and then they got to know each other and then fell in love. I saw it all in my eyes. I am happy for them."

"But now, after we return to Guangling City or Kyoto, the tomb on the West Mountain has truly become a lonely tomb thousands of miles away. It is desolate everywhere."

Qin'er listened and suddenly felt that the little lady sitting in front of the window seemed to have grown up.

What she said was no longer the same as going to the street to buy lollipops, or going to a place to watch the excitement, etc.

She is sad about the relationship between the third lady and Mr. Li.

At her age, even sadness should be short-lived.

At least it shouldn't be this deep.

But now it seems that the young lady seems to have fallen into the love story between the third lady and Mr. Li.

"Little miss, I think... if the third miss and Mr. Li are alive in heaven, they don't want to see you like this."

Zhong Liruohua put down the paper in his hand and looked at the sunset outside the window, "Then what should I do to make them happy?"

"I think you should cheer up and be happy."

"Master Li gave this country to the eldest son of the emperor. I think you should practice martial arts and become a master like my grandmother."

"In the future, you will be able to create another powerful family to protect Ningguo and protect Mr. Li's hard work."

Zhongli Ruohua's eyes slowly lit up.

After a moment, she nodded, "You're half right!"

"I should really practice martial arts. I should become a master like grandma to protect Ningguo."

"But I will not create a powerful family."

Qin'er was startled, "Why?"

Zhong Liruohua's lips curled up: "Because I won't get married when I grow up!"

Qin'er was shocked and wanted to say something, but Zhongli Ruohua went over and said again: "I'm hungry. This bowl of bird's nest is not enough. Please ask the kitchen to get me more food... I need more meat!"

"good."

Qin'er put down the bird's nest in her hand and was about to turn around when Zhongli Ruohua asked again:

"Where did Sister Chuchu go?"

"The fourth princess left yesterday with her army of women, saying they were going to Mobei to build a Ningxiu army or something."

"Oh... what about Brother Amu and the others?"

"They went to Kyoto with the emperor's eldest son and left this morning."

Zhongli Ruohua took a bite of the bird's nest and said, "They're all gone... I'll stay in Shuzhou to guard the graves of my sister and brother-in-law!"

…

…

The top of the Western Mountain.

Xiao Baozi has left on his little black donkey.

It was around noon when she left.

It's almost evening now.

The top of the Western Mountain is already deserted.

Just under the setting sun, a young monk wearing moon-white cassocks walked to the top of the mountain.

He stood on the top of the mountain and looked around.

What I saw was the broken flowers all over the ground, and the blood stains all over the ground that had turned black.

Holding a Zen staff, he walked through the peach forest, walked to Jishan Temple, and stood in front of the tomb.

He squatted down and looked at the inscription on the tablet carefully, and suddenly showed an expression of disbelief.

"Li Chenan...you are actually dead!"

"If you die, that five-year appointment... won't you be unable to keep it?"
To be continued...