The spring breeze blew slowly past my ears, mixed with the faint fragrance of flowers. I took a gentle breath and felt comfortable. I stroked my slightly swollen belly and smiled at Yin Zhiqian who was bowing her head to play the piano.
"Sister-in-law, do you like boys or girls?" Yin Zhiqian stopped playing the piano in her hand, came close to me and touched my belly, and asked with a slight smile.
"I like girls, and they are beautiful girls. It would be best to grow up like Qian'er, but I must not be like your brother." I replied.
"What's wrong with me? Am I so shameless?" Yin Zhichuan appeared out of nowhere, grabbed me with an unhappy look on his face, and placed me on his lap. He reached out and touched my bulging belly.
gentle.
I pinched his leg and laughed. "If I were like you, my daughter wouldn't be able to get married."
"I'll raise her for the rest of my life! It's better than being like you and being cared about by a lot of people." Yin Zhichuan teased softly, with a hint of jealousy in his tone.
"Hey! Back then, someone said he wanted to share me with so-and-so, but now his daughter is not even allowed to look like me. Hey, I really regret following you." I grabbed his ears and made a gesture of regret.
"We already have children, so there's no point in regretting. Just be my wife. By the way, Shangguan Ruoyun's flying pigeon passed the message." Yin Zhichuan handed me a sealed note, and I turned to look at him.
I finally understood the reason for his sour tone today.
I opened the note, lowered my head and read it. I couldn't help being stunned, and my hands were shaking a little. Yin Zhichuan quickly held my hand and asked worriedly: "What's wrong? What happened? Don't get excited." I sighed,
Handing the note to him, he looked at it and froze.
"When Ruoyun went back to Lanyue Tower, he sent a letter from flying pigeons saying that Prince Xuan had been returned to the palace and that he was in good health. I didn't expect that just three years later, he would actually get sick." Yin Zhichuan said sadly, not at all.
He is not like the Demon Lord of the past. In the past few years, he has been completely assimilated by me. He no longer kills people or cares about political affairs. Even his temperament has become much gentler.
"Yeah! I don't know what he thought of me when he left. Resentment, guilt, or nothing at all, I don't know." I looked into the distance and said lightly.
"Are you going back to attend the funeral? It should be in a few days." Yin Zhichuan hugged me tightly and asked tentatively.
I nodded: "After all, it's right for a couple to see her off. Besides, I also want to take back Min'er's child. Before Min'er passed away, I promised her that I would take good care of her daughter."
"Well, then I'll go with you. We'll set off tomorrow morning."
When it got dark, we arrived in the capital. Naturally, we couldn't go to the palace, so we went to Lanyue Tower to find Ruoyun first. Standing at the door of Lanyue Tower, looking at the familiar golden characters on the signboard, I felt like I was in another world.
.Unexpectedly, one day, I came back here again.
Ruoyun was wearing a black tube top and a white gauze dress, with long black hair draped softly behind his back. He still looked so charming. Time has not left any trace on his face, and his face is still so calm and warm.
smile. "Ruoruo, welcome home!"
This sentence made me burst into tears. Yes, I said back then that this is our home. No matter where I go, I must remember this home in my heart. I threw myself into his arms and beat his chest gently.
.He raised his eyes and smiled slightly at Yin Zhichuan behind me.
"The funeral will be held at noon tomorrow at the former imperial mausoleum. What Ruoruo should know is the place where Min'er is buried. I have something to do at noon tomorrow. You guys go first and I'll be there later." Ruoyun turned to Yin Zhichuan and said,
Yin Zhichuan glanced at him and nodded lightly.
Judging from their expressions, they seemed a little worried. If I had known better, I would not have stopped Yin Zhichuan from bringing his entourage, but it was too late to regret it. But after such a long time, there should be no problem. "It's okay, I will take care of him tomorrow.
It's a veil, no one recognizes it."
The coffin fell slowly, and my tears fell silently. Mo just left like this, gone forever. Bits and pieces of those days that I just passed through kept popping up in my mind, and I couldn't help but feel a little emotional. Mo, if you and I were not so obsessed with ourselves.
In the past, maybe we can still live happily now, right? The mistake is that we are too much like each other.
If everything is too close, the fate will inevitably end prematurely.
Yin Zhichuan put his arm around my waist and patted my back gently to comfort me. I wiped my tears and smiled lightly at him. But I never regretted my choice, because I have always been happy.
"Let's go!" I said calmly, turned around, but was stunned for a moment.
Murong Xuehuai, who was dressed in black and brocade robes, was sitting high on the horse, just as he had burst into Prince Xuan's palace with great enthusiasm that day. And around us, there were archers with arrows on their strings, ready to fire.
What was supposed to come came anyway. I sighed softly and smiled lightly at him. "Hello, Murong Xuehuai, long time no see."