Hai Yin is not willing to be outdone, "Is the emperor disliked, isn't it worth counting?"

Nighthawk said seriously: "Is it worth it?"

Hai Yin said unhappily: "Forget it, Mei Guan understands my point. I have nothing to talk about with you, a young boy. You just said a few words to death."

Nighthawk realized that he was despised by this old man!

Di Qianao pressed Luo Chang'an on his chest, "I will cover my eyes when I go to the place and I will not see you. I will teach your family not to worry, even if you come up."

He did not believe in ghosts and gods, and he thought it was a bit absurd, but novel and interesting in conversation with her.

He investigated her life experience. Luo Changan was a girl from the merchant family. She had seen many worlds and spoke very interestingly. Chatting would not make people feel bored. Instead, she wanted to say a few more words to her. Especially when she was obviously a wild horse that was out of control, she pretended to be a domestic cat, which made people more and more interesting.

Luo Chang'an hesitated, "But, you... aren't you busy with everything? You don't have to worry about family matters like me going to the grave."

"I'm going!"

"Okay, let's go together..."

o(╥﹏╥)o

He is the Emperor, and he insists on following him like this, what can she do?

However, is he going to personally supervise whether she is making up for a reason to take a leave? She really wants to worship her relatives.

Don’t the big leaders take charge of the big and let go of the small? The Emperor is too careful.

Luo Changan led the way to Hai Yin, and she came to the edge of the cliff where Murong Jue slaughtered her whole house last year. She fell off the cliff last year and did not know where her family's body was, so she had no chance to bury his family's body.

She thought she would expose the corpse in the wilderness, but now half of the bones are not seen here. Luo Changan believes that Murong Jue has dealt with the capital of the corpse secretly, and it is very likely that the fire will be burned to ashes.

She knelt on the edge of the cliff, took out the paper ingots she had bought on the road from her sleeve, then drew a circle on the ground, wrote her father's name, and then burned the paper money in the circle.

When I was a child, I often walked on the streets, and many people burned paper like this at midnight at the intersection of the street. My mother said that those people were ancestral graves that left their hometowns and were not here, so they could only draw circles and write names to burn money to their dead relatives.

At that time, Luo Changan only felt that those orphans and widows were so pitiful. Unexpectedly, he was so pitiful at this time, only even more pitiful.

I hope that after the revenge is avenged in the future, I can move my family back to the ancestral grave and worship there is no need to be such a simple joke.

It was already night, and the fire illuminated more than a meter of distance. She said nothing, and quietly knelt down and stared at the flame until it was burned out.

She was so quiet that she didn't even shed a tear, for fear of missing out on the scene of her relatives leaving the ghost in the blink of an eye. However, she didn't really see her relatives in the end. The blood on her lips dissipated. She thought that after receiving the money, she could buy a cotton coat for her younger brother. Her younger brother is five years old this year and must have grown a lot taller.

"Mom, buy bigger when buying clothes. The child grows faster. Now you will see younger soon." After Luo Changan finished speaking, his heart was covered with a deep loss, and only air answered to her.

Di Qianao stood beside the cliff with his eyes covered, without asking a word from beginning to end.

"Emperor, you have deep internal strength and extremely smart ears. No one around you is staring at us."

Luo Changan cleaned the scene after burning the paper, threw the ashes off the cliff, and then wiped the circle she drew and the name of her father with his feet.

Still worried, so she couldn't help asking Di Qianao. Although Murong Jue was drunk by her and was still on the boat, she was afraid that Murong Jue would arrange for someone to stare here. Although it is highly likely that she would not stare at this place anymore. Who would have thought that her intestines leaked out back then and she could save her life when she fell to the bottom of the cliff.

Di Qianao said in a deep voice: "There is no one except us."

"Thank you." Luo Changan looked at Di Qianao gratefully. In this dark night, she suddenly felt that it was good for him to come with her. She had an illusion that he intended to accompany her to avoid being afraid of her alone. She couldn't help but be too sentimental. When she was extremely lonely, someone else could easily misunderstand her with a look. "If I come alone, I might be more scared. In this wilderness, I am alone in a girl."

Di Qianao rubbed the top of her head, "Have your family left? Can I take off the cloth?"

Luo Changan's face turned red. She just said casually that it was just a beautiful vision for her to hope to be with her relatives and members. She also knew clearly that there were no souls or ghosts in this world. She whispered: "It can be taken away. I didn't believe in gods or ghosts before. However, at this time, I hope there are gods and ghosts. I miss my family too much."

"I understand your feelings." Di Qianao said slowly.

"Um?"

"My father is no longer here. I just turned fifteen when he passed away." A helpless smile appeared on Di Qianao's lips, "I was in pain, too."

Luo Changan's heart suddenly moved. This was the first time she felt so close to Di Qianao. Although they were in contact with each other, it was the first time that such a heart-to-heart conversation.

It turns out that he is so arrogant and sacred that he is also disappointed and helpless.

"Emperor, do you also miss your dad often?"

"I did it when I was young, but now I can't. Become him and surpass him, so that his passing will become meaningful. Luo Chang'an, cheer up and live a look, and don't teach you that the passing of your relatives will become meaningless. If you do it, many problems will be solved."

Luo Changan's heart surged in an instant, tears filled his eyes, and he whispered even more, "Yes, I will work hard."

The Emperor seems to be not bad.

Luo Changan felt warm in his heart and was inexplicably inspired. Suddenly, a small flame was burning in his heart. If he could become an excellent person like the Emperor, wouldn't he...

Luo Changan recalled the incident when he was young and showed a long-lost smile on his lips, "When I was a child, my father loved me the most. My mother took care of me strictly and refused to give me candy. My father secretly stuffed candy for me. When I ate sugar, my mother would find that I had stools, and would be angry with my father and cooked him without adding salt. My father dared not speak out, saying that my mother cooked vegetables was the best delicacy in the world."

Luo Changan said, as if his throat was even more stable, he held his hands tightly and stopped making a sound.

Di Qianao pressed his hand on the back of her head and pulled her into her arms, "Cry. There is no outsider."

Luo Changan's tears broke out in an instant, his emotions completely collapsed, he took off all his strength, buried his face in Di Qianao's arms, and cried like a child, and his clothes were covered with her tears.

In the distance, the lights of the imperial capital were lit. It was late at night, and the candlelights in the city gradually dissipated, and the capital fell into extreme tranquility.

***

The first ray of winter sun shines on the lake, and the fishing birds awaken this morning.

Murong Jue slowly opened his eyes, and the hangover caused him to have a split headache.

Slowly focusing, he saw the scenery above his head, and his consciousness returned to his mind, and he realized that he was still on a cruise ship. After he got drunk last night, Luo Changan supported the big bed.

Thinking of this, Murong Jue suddenly sat up half-sitted, rubbing his white and slender fingers with his forehead.

"Sister Chang'an?"

Murong Jue called out in a hoarse voice.

After a long time, no one responded to him. He let out a sigh, looked down at himself, and found that his clothes were messy, half back and half covered his body. He was shocked. Last night, I was afraid that I would be in a mess after drinking, so I gave my sister Chang'an...

He stood up and looked for Luo Changan's figure everywhere in the cabin, but found nothing. He walked back to the bed, sat down, supported his forehead with both hands, his eyes flashed, and he actually caught a glimpse of a bright red on the bed sheet.
Chapter completed!