There was a wind blowing, and Zijin was dripping with sweat all over his body. He felt comfortable and couldn't help but close his eyes and open his hands. The remaining leaves were caressing softly in the wind, and there seemed to be a faint sound of flutes sobbing, like weeping and complaining...
"Third Prince?!"
Hearing the sound of the flute, Zi Jin was frightened and hurriedly opened his eyes to follow the sound.
I saw a jade flute inserted diagonally on the top of the pavilion.
If this gust of wind hadn't blown the flute,
I'm afraid Zijin never discovered this flute.
When Zijin looked at it carefully again, the body of the flute was crystal clear, and a bright red concentric knot hung on the tail...
God, it’s the third prince’s flute!
The third prince has always played the flute.
Why is the flute inserted here now?
Could it be...
Zijin turned his head in horror and looked at Crescent Lake. The water in the lake was clean and calm, with no waves at all.
Zijin shook his head vigorously:
No, no, absolutely not!
Zijin tried his best to convince himself,
When I looked up, I saw the ruined lotus leaves,
A pure white silk handkerchief is spread on top, with two mandarin ducks playing in the water embroidered on it.
Seeing this square silk handkerchief,
Zijin staggered and fell backwards, as if he had been struck by a thunderbolt on a sunny day.
Tears welled up uncontrollably.
No, no, absolutely not, the Third Prince...
Even though he knew the truth, Zijin still denied it over and over in his heart.
Zi Jin slowly walked to the remaining leaves,
He reached out and carefully picked up the silk handkerchief and saw the words above,
Zijin can no longer lie to himself.
Isn't this the princess dragging Zi Jin back to the silk handkerchief, or is it that one?
The princess's silk handkerchief is so valuable, how could the third prince throw it away casually?
Unless the handkerchief is there and the person is there, if the handkerchief is lost, the person will die...
When I thought of this, tears could no longer be suppressed and fell from my eyes.
Tears fell to the ground, moistening the words engraved on the ground.
"Ask the lotus roots, how many threads there are, and whose heart the lotus knows is suffering? The tender veins of the flowers face each other, they are just the children of the old family.
God has promised. If you don’t teach me, will you live and die in Yuanyangpu?
－－－－－－－－－－－－－Sixth update (Updated: July 6, 2011 12:49:26)