The next day, Li Yue lit a fire in Mowen Pavilion, and Lan Qi moved the musical instruments out of the house one by one.

An hour later, Lan Qi stepped forward and reported back, "My lord has taken out all the musical instruments."

Li Yue put out the fire stick in her hand and said without looking back: "Throw it away."

"Yes." Lan Qi picked up a guqin and threw it into the fire.

Li Yue's eyes were red from the smoke, but she still forced herself to watch the musical instrument being burned by fire.

Chunyang arrived and saw the scene in front of him, his eyes shifted to the side.

In the end, only a pipa with peonies engraved on it was left. Lan Qi glanced at Li Yue and finally brought the pipa to Li Yue, "This is my lord."

Li Yue's eyes fell on the pipa, her hands unconsciously touched it, and finally she picked it up.

"You made this one yourself, so just say goodbye." Chunyang stepped forward to dissuade him.

Li Yue played the strings a few times, holding the strings tightly with her right hand, holding tightly, her face close to the body of the piano, tears streaming down her closed eyes, she pulled out her right hand, and all the strings popped out of the body of the piano. Li Yue looked at her blood-stained hand, her left hand

Throwing the Pipa into the fire, "It's over." Li Yue turned and left.

Finally Chunyang found her in front of Li You's tomb in her hometown.

A few months later, Yuan Yuan followed Chen Yue with her wooden sword in her arms: "Brother!"

Chenyue turned her head and knelt down, "Come up." Yaoyuan jumped lightly and lay on his back. Chenyue stood up, "You are almost three years old, why can't you still walk?"

Chenyue buried her head in his hair and rubbed it repeatedly, "Brother smells good."

Chen Yue shook her head, "I can't stand the book for three hours, can't I stand the sword for half an hour?"

"Well..." Yuanyuan gradually lowered her face, "Brother, can you not tell mother."

Chenyue nodded.

"Okay." Yuanyuan jumped off Chenyue's back, crossed her hands behind her back, and faced him.

"I must finish practicing the writing on the copybook tomorrow." Chenyue straightened up.

"Okay." Yuanyuan jumped back a few steps, turned around, and bumped into Su Chaochao.

"Ah." Yuan Yuan covered her nose and stretched out her hand to support Yuan Yuan, "Why are you so careless?"

"Sister." Chenyue stepped forward and pulled away.

Chao Chao took back his hand and cast a spell to create a food box, "I made some food for you."

"Wow, sweet-scented osmanthus candy." Yuanyuan opened the lid of the food box.

"Yeah." Chaochao pinched Yuanyuan's little face, "I met Jing Hui when I came here."

"he?"

"Uncle Jing was very strict with him. When I saw it, he was being punished."

"Love is deep and responsibility is deep. Uncle's expectations for Jinghui are beyond what you and I can imagine."

"So, I gave him your share."

"..." Before Chen Yue could react, Chao Chao took the food box and pulled Yuan Yuan away, leaving Chen Yue alone.

In Chaoyang Pavilion, Jing Hui was sitting in the room, and Jing Fu opened the door.

Jing Hui heard the sound and saluted, "Father."

"Is the injury okay?"

"It's almost better."

Jing Fu put the medicine on the table, "You must use the medicine carefully so as not to leave any side effects."

"yes."

Jing Fu looked at Jing Hui, "I don't know how your brother is doing."

Jing Hui looked away and became nervous, "Why did my father suddenly mention my brother?"

"I was thinking that his birthday is coming soon, and it's time for you brothers to meet him."

Jing Hui gritted his teeth and said, "Yes."

Jing Fu looked at him, "He is your brother, you should act like an older brother, you know?"

"Um."

In the evening, Jing Fu came to the tomb of Shui Jingsi in his hometown and placed a bowl of osmanthus candy, "Your favorite." Jing Fu touched the tombstone, and the biting coldness penetrated into his skin, "My child is very good.

Feng Lin takes good care of him, you don't have to worry over there." Jing Fu didn't dare to look at the tombstone, but Jing Hui clearly watched Jing Fu's every move from a distance, and when Jing Fu left, he walked to Shui Jing Si

In front of the tomb, his eyes were full of hatred, "You took away my father's love for my mother, and you gave birth to a scoundrel who wanted to take my place. You deserve to die, and he deserves to deserve it even more." Jing Hui knocked over the osmanthus candy in front of him.

"Rather than this, you might as well think about how to deal with your half-brother!" Murong Yun straightened the overturned bowl, "Shui Jing has already paid the price for what she did. What should we think about?

It should be her son, after all, there can only be one master of Chaoyang Pavilion."

"I have long said that that man is just a loser. If Feng Lin hadn't protected him, he might not be alive now. If he wants to compete with me, he's far from it."

"Yes, it's much different." Murong Yun put her hand on the tombstone, "I heard that the Shui Tribe really wants to return this lost grandson of the emperor."

Jing Hui swallowed even more, "Father won't do it. He has always been optimistic about me."

"Oh?" Murong Yun laughed, "In the face of absolute power, no one is an exception. What's more, the Natural Tribe lacks the help of the Water Tribe."

"No, absolutely not." Jing Hui said to himself.

Murong Yun put her hand on Jing Hui's shoulder, "How about we make a bet?"

Jing Hui turned around and looked at Murong Yun.

In Tingfeng Pavilion, Yuanyuan hugged her little pillow, and Lan Jiu took him to Feng Lin with a lantern.

"Aniang!" Yuanyuan walked to Feng Lin.

Feng Lin put down the pen in his hand and picked him up, "What's wrong, you're still up so late?"

"The young master was frightened by the dream, and he was crying so much that he wanted to see the adults."

Feng Lin hugged Yuan Yuan and said, "Yes." He quickly took off the hair tie from Yuan Yuan's hair with his fingers, "I'll stay with you."

"Yes." Yuanyuan looked at her with watery eyes and a smile on her lips.

Feng Lin folded the memorial on the table and blew out the lamp next to it.

Lan Jiu opened the way in front, Feng Lin held Yuan Yuan in his arms. The orchid room at night was accompanied by the fragrance of orchids and the squeaky floor made Yuan Yuan in his arms close his eyes unconsciously, waiting for Feng Lin to put him down.

, already sleeping soundly, Feng Lin asked Lan Jiu to step back. He reached out to touch the cinnabar mole between Yuanyuan's eyebrows, smiled, gently unfolded the quilt to cover him, waved his hand to close the window, and bent down to kiss his cheek.

, "Thank you..." Feng Lin said these two words in his heart.

The bird on the treetop was blown away from the tree by the wind. The bird without the tree flew in the air, following the clouds. When the sun rose, the bird landed on the eaves of Lingjue Pavilion. Under the eaves, Yun Shu held the bird food.

Go feed the birds that are sitting on the ground.

"Mother." A woman wearing a copper-colored butterfly hairpin, with her front hair pulled back and a peach blossom wood hairpin twisting her back hair, wearing a leaf-green robe and a lotus pink skirt with a white jade pendant, saluted to Yun Shu.

.

"Back." Yun Shu put down the objects in his hands and stood up.

Yun Ping stepped forward to support her, "Mom is about to give birth, so don't stay outside because it's windy."

"I don't want to stay in the house, I just want to look outside."

"The Mid-Autumn Festival banquet will be held in a few days. Mother doesn't like the fun the most. My daughter will accompany you."

"I'm not going." Yun Shu shook his head.

"Sir, the medicine is ready." Lan Er handed over the medicine.

"Hmm." Yun Shu picked it up and drank it quickly. "It's so bitter." He picked up the osmanthus candy prepared next to him and took a sip.

Yunping glanced at the jar and asked, "Is this from Aunt Li?"

"Well, there's also some fire-reducing medicine in it. Although the taste isn't the same as before, it's still better than nothing."

"It seems that Aunt Li is determined to study medicine." Yun Ping helped Yun Shu into the house.

"I still hope to see the original Li Yue, at least from my heart."

Yun Ping looked into her eyes. Since Wu Que's death, Yun Shu had never smiled again. Now she was more like a puppet. Yun Ping glanced to the side, "What about mother's true intentions?"

Yun Shu did not raise his head to look at her, "Get rid of your identity, get rid of your responsibilities, get rid of everything, and live this life indulgently?"

Yunping's eyes returned to her and she said nothing. After a long time, she said, "My daughter understands."

Yun Shu put his hand on Yun Ping's hand, "I hope you can do this too.".

Yunping's hands trembled slightly.


Chapter completed!