She had always treated the Empress Dowager as her biological mother. She had been good to her because she had saved her, and she was the most beloved person in her son's heart.

But now, Nangong Yi has lost his life to save her. She should hate her, and only hating her can relieve the little guilt and pain in her heart, but now...

Ling Mulao felt distressed and stood silently beside Nangong Yi for a while, then slowly turned around and left the courtyard, trying to sort out what to do next.

Because the lights were always on in the stone chamber, I didn't know whether it was day or night. Only when I left the stone chamber did I realize that it was already night.

A full moon hangs in the sky, and the bright moonlight falls like frost and fog in the courtyard. Hundreds of flowers are in bloom, and blue butterflies are dancing gracefully among the flowers.

..

"Prince Yi," Ling Mulao rolled his eyes and smiled in ecstasy, "It's such a beautiful moonlight, how about you play the flute and I dance?" After saying that, he was about to fly into the sea of ​​flowers and dance to his feet.

However, just as her body was flying in the air and her feet had not yet stepped into the sea of ​​flowers, her collar tightened and she was lifted up by an upward force. The wind howled and she was almost thrown out of the yard.

..

White clothes are fluttering, lavender flowers are flying in the wind, Ling Mulao's body is as easy as a feather, jumping up and down among the flowers. From a distance, it is poetic and picturesque, so beautiful that it makes people's hearts beat.

Nangong Yi was leaning against the big tree and saw Ling Mulao, like a fairy descending to earth, dancing among the flying flowers in the sky. Although her figure was not soft and graceful, it had the beauty of strength.

..

However, before the powder could fly out, Ling Mulao snorted coldly as a pair of long arms embraced him. "Let me go!"

Nangong Yi smiled sideways: "These butterflies can treat you as their mistress now. Isn't it too cruel to kill them?"

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In the vicissitudes of life, all the past events still echo in front of my eyes, but things have changed, and the person who depends on me has become a cold corpse.

"When will the bright moon come? I'll drink my wine and ask the blue sky. I don't know what year it is in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid that the beautiful buildings and jade buildings will be too cold at high places.

Dance to clear the shadow, how can it be like being in the human world? Turning around the red pavilion, looking down at the door, the light is sleepless. There should be no hatred, why should we be reunited when we say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, separation and reunion, and the moon has waxing and waning. This matter is difficult to complete in ancient times. I hope that we will live forever and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart."

When he read the last sentence, Ling Mulao's eyes suddenly turned red. The woman who had almost forgotten what tears were once again cried heartbreakingly.

If it could happen once, Ling Mulao thought that she would not fall in love with Nangong Yi, or even if she did, she would only keep it silently in her heart. At least it would not end like this.

Loving someone means "if you are well, the sky will be sunny", but in the end, she killed Nangong Yi with her own hands. Such cruelty would have been worse than never having it in the first place.

After resting in the banyan forest for two days, Ling Mulao had recovered his original physical strength and thought about what to do next. After summoning the spirit of the thousand-year ice to give some instructions, he was ready to leave.

"Master, where are you going?" Qinghua reluctantly held Ling Mulao's sleeve and sobbed.
Chapter completed!