Zhongli Garden.

Qin'er stood in front of Zhongli Ruohua, holding a bowl of bird's nest soup in her hand.

She looked at the little lady's face.

The little lady's face was originally round, with a very beautiful white and red color on her face.

But now...

The little lady's face is obviously thinner now.

The skin that was originally shattered was also lost at this time.

Seven days have passed since the incident in Xishan.

During these seven days, the little lady sat in front of the window of the third lady's boudoir.

Feel less eating.

I didn't even close my eyes and rest for a moment.

She was looking at the poems of the regent copied by the third lady, and also looking at the peach tree outside the window.

The flowers on the peach tree have fallen, and I think she has memorized the poems and lyrics.

But she...

Her tears have dried up.

The color in her eyes was still dark.

The little lady is only six years old.

She lost her favorite sister and her brother-in-law whom she talks about all day long.

It seems that the little girl's childhood is no longer there.

"Sister Qin'er,"

"I'm here."

Zhongli Ruohua looked at the sunset outside the window and suddenly spoke, "You said, after the person died, he went to the underworld,"

"I heard that everyone has to pass through that Naihe Bridge, and they all have to drink a bowl of Mengpo soup at the bridge..."

"I heard that after drinking that soup, I will forget everything in my previous life."

"Those people and those things are forgotten."

"I don't know if my sister and brother-in-law have reached Naihe Bridge."

"If they all drank the Mengpo soup, wouldn't it mean that they would be strangers to each other after crossing the bridge?"

"If we are strangers to each other...will my sister be very lonely?"

"Will my brother-in-law be very lonely?"

Qin'er was stunned and pondered for a moment, "Miss, the love between the third lady and Mr. Li, hopes to touch the world."

"Although the underworld has rules,... maybe the King of Hell will give them a glimpse."

Zhongli Ruohua nodded slightly, and she looked at the papers on the table again.

“I seem to mature earlier than my peers.”

"I can understand these words from my brother-in-law now."

"For example, this song."

Zhongli Ruohua picked up a piece of paper and chanted in a low voice:

"Ten years of life and death are in vain,

If you don’t think about it, you will never forget it.

A lonely grave thousands of miles away, nowhere to talk about desolation.

Even if we meet, we don't know.

The face is covered in dust, and the temples are as frost..."

"At first, I just thought the poem was too miserable, so I felt that my brother-in-law was a person with a story."

"Grandma said at the time that my brother-in-law is a little strange."

"The person who wrote this poem will have to go through a very difficult period... is trapped for love and suffer for love."

"I didn't understand what grandma said at that time."

"Now, I understand a little."

"Brother-in-law...it's not easy!"

"I saw him and his sister met on March 3 last year, and then fell in love with each other again, and I was happy for them."

"But now, after we returned to Guangling City or Kyoto, the tomb on the West Mountain has become a lonely tomb that has nowhere to be said."

Qin'er listened and suddenly felt that the little lady sitting in front of the window seemed to have grown up.

What she said was no longer the same as those who used to go shopping on the street, or go to watch the fun somewhere, etc.

She was sad about the relationship between the third lady and Mr. Li.

Even if she is sad, her age should be short-lived.

At least it shouldn't be so deep.

But now it seems that the little lady seems to have fallen into the love story between the third lady and Mr. Li.

"Miss, I think... If the third lady and Mr. Li have a spirit in the sky, they don't want to see you like this."

Zhongli Ruohua put down the paper in his hand and looked at the sunset outside the window, "Then how should they be happy?"

"I think you should cheer up and be happy."

"Mr. Li handed over this country to the eldest son of the emperor. I think you should practice martial arts and become a master like my grandmother."

"In the future, you can create another powerful family to protect Ningguo and Master Li's efforts."

Zhongli Ruohua's eyes slowly lit up.

After a moment, she nodded, "You're half right!"

"I should really practice martial arts, and I should become a master like my grandmother to protect Ningguo."

"But I won't create a powerful family."

Qin'er was stunned, "Why?"

Zhongli Ruohua's lips curled up: "Because I won't get married even if I grow up!"

Qin'er was shocked and wanted to say something. Zhongli Ruohua said again: "I'm hungry, this bowl of bird's nest is not enough. You ask the kitchen to get me more food... more meat!"

"good."

Qin'er put down the bird's nest in her hand and was about to turn around, but Zhongli Ruohua asked again:

"Where has Sister Chuchu been?"

"The fourth princess and her wife's army had already left yesterday, saying that she was going to Mobei and building a Ning Xiuzhang or something."

"Oh...whether Brother Amu and the others?"

"They went to Kyoto with the eldest son of the emperor and set off this morning."

Zhongli Ruohua ate a bite of bird's nest, "Everything is gone... I stay in Shuzhou to guard the grave for my sister and brother-in-law!"

...

...

The top of the West Mountain.

Xiao Baozi has left on the little black donkey.

She left around noon.

It's almost evening.

The top of the West Mountain is already deserted.

Just in the setting sun, a young monk wearing a moon-white cassock walked to the top of the mountain.

He stood on the top of the mountain and looked around.

What I saw were the remaining flowers all over the ground and the blood that had turned black.

He walked through the Taolin with a Zen stick, walked to Jishan Temple, and stood in front of the tomb.

He squatted down, looked carefully at the inscription on the monument, and suddenly showed an incredible expression.

"Li Chenan...you are actually dead!"

"You're dead, that five-year appointment... won't you be able to go to the appointment?"
To be continued...