On the largest sea surface in Qiyun Kingdom, a large group of people boarded the royal official ship.
The official ship was large and splendid. The Imperial Guards following Yelu Zihan were all uniformly dressed in black robes, contrasting with Yelu Zihan's bright yellow suit and full of momentum.
Yelu Zihan walked to the bow of the ship. The official ship was sailing slowly. A gentle breeze blew across his face, mixed with the slight drizzle in March. There was a small boat not far away, following behind.
A sad and melodious tone came from the cabin, as if it was in line with today's main purpose.
Yelv Zihan has always been diligent in government and caring for the people. Although Guo Qingyun wanted to overturn the boat following him, he still didn't have the courage.
He only felt in his heart that he had been scratched by a cat. Looking at Yelu Zihan, looking calmly ahead, he began to wonder again whether he was too sensitive.
Guo Qingyun entered the cabin and found an umbrella, holding it silently behind Yelu Zihan.
Yelu Zihan stood in the wind with a heroic spirit, but every corner of his body exuded a sadness that made people afraid to approach him.
The boat sailed to the middle of the sea. Yelu Zihan slowly opened the ceramic box. He threw the gray-white powder into the air one by one. The wind blew and the rain fell, falling on the sea.
He took the trouble to do the same action.
When her ashes were floating on the sea, her faces flashed across her face. Some were crying, some were stubborn, some were smiling, some were swaying with unflattering smiles, some were Liang Anle's, and some were Kou Wanqing's.
Every time he threw a handful, he could see memories of their past.
The urn was suddenly about to reach its bottom.
His hand also froze and threw it away, as if it was no longer there.
The sad music was still following him, and his pain increased bit by bit.
Is that really all there is to it?
When the last one was thrown to the lake, Yelu Zihan saw her riding on Xiaobai and the way they met for the first time.
"Master-Servant Contract"!
Yes, didn’t the original contract say that as long as one party is harmed, the other party will not be spared either?
He is still fine, so is this woman still alive?
Get rid of Kou Wanqing's body and give him back Liang Anle from beginning to end?
A complete Liang Anle?
He suddenly figured it out from the bottom of his heart.
Throw the urns in your hands to the bottom of the sea together.
He turned around with a smile, like Guo Qingyun, who was about to break his hand after being hit by an umbrella.
"Go back to the palace."
You walked into the cabin.
The music of the boat behind me also stopped.
What's going on?
Guo Qingyun scratched his head in confusion and was puzzled.
The plot jumps too quickly?
He was still thinking about how many days the emperor would be languid. If he made a mistake during these days, would he die without a burial place?
Or is it that the emperor is just escaping for a moment, and maybe everything will be different when he returns to the palace?
However, the facts powerfully answered Guo Qingyun’s questions.
From that day on, Yelu Zihan had a normal schedule and handled state affairs. Everything was handled properly, and everyone in the court gave a thumbs up.
If I want to say there is anything different, it is the scene in this harem.
After Yeluzihan came back that day, he began to slowly dismiss the concubines in the harem.