The World of the Pirate Consort

The look of bewilderment, the look of bleakness and paleness, made the viewer's heart tremble, and many of her subordinates complained about her. If it weren't for her, the night would not have ended like this without smoke. Of course, when I saw her, I was suddenly blocked by something, and the sadness was uncomfortable.

That's it, say goodbye forever.

While he is alive, she can still give herself a comfort, even if it is acacia, even if she hates it, even if she is sad, it is better than nothing. Now that people have passed away, where does her heart go?

In the hall, Seir saw that she was lying stiffly in the midst of nocturnal smoke, and her body was no longer blurred with blood and put on a clean white shroud, but she still could not see his appearance, and her face was almost burned. It's too serious.

I don't know why, this time, Seorui faced his corpse, his heart was very calm, and there was no such heartbreaking pain. Could it be that she accepted his death so easily, she quickly passed away Come out in sorrow?

She looked at his face carefully, and stretched her fingers slowly across his face, her eyes fixed on his hair. That night, the ink hair was stuck to the blood and ice water. She didn't see it. His hair seemed to be much shorter, and it didn't look as dark as before.

Is this also caused by the punishment?

"Girl Jiang, the hour is here, we are going to go 殡." Jintang came forward and said very politely.

Xi Jintang changed her name and no longer called her princess. The prince had passed away and no longer had a princess. And she hadn't been married to him.

He knew, in fact, that they all resented him.

She nodded calmly, neither crying nor sorrowing. She watched calmly as his linger was carried out, onto the carriage, and along the Shili Long Street, he was sent to the tomb.

"Boundless, I'm going to accompany her! Can you help me arrange it?" Selly looked up and asked lowly.

I watched the cold face with silence for a long time, and sighed softly, and said, "Can I refuse?" He shook his head and said, "I'll arrange it!"

The royal royal cemetery is located in Jinyun Mountain in the northern part of the imperial city. This mountain is surrounded by the Qingjiang River, with beautiful scenery and excellent mountain and water environment. It is an excellent geomantic treasure. Right now it's winter, and there are only pines, cypresses, cold plums, and snow in the mountains.

The temperature in Laoshan is no less than that of the palace. It is extremely cold, and the breath exhaled is white.

There is a spirit-protecting house in Laoshan. Ye Wuyao ordered people to transport a car from the foot of the mountain. There were two stoves in the house at the same time, and there was a hint of warmth in the house.

Xi Wuyao originally wanted to call a few maids from the palace to accompany them, but they were rejected by them. Seorui didn't even take Zimi with her, but she lived alone in the mountains of this mountain. She just wanted to be alone and quietly accompany the night without smoke. Carry only one Yaoqin.

Every evening in the evening, the moon rises over the west mountain, and the clear and bright moonlight shrouds the distant mountains, and the clear harp sounds lingering between the mountains and fields.

She played a song "Feng Qiu Huang" and played it over and over again.

This is a tune that can only be played by marrying a relative. This was originally a cheerful tune, however, Seir was in joy and played a sorrow.

She still remembers that on Shuilong Island that day, he was playing "Phoenix Phoenix" over and over again, waiting for her to come and go. However, she deliberately played "Feng Guiyun".

At that time, she refused to go with his music, because she still had a mustache in her heart, and she didn't want to accept him.

But now, she and his music, but where is he?

Xi was originally a song of He Feng and Ming Ming, but at this moment it sounded like a solitary sorrow and sadness.

What a pity, no matter how she played, after all, there was no flute to come. At this moment, she was deeply aware of the mood when she played "Phoenix Phoenix" outside the window at night without smoke. At that time, how much he wished he could come to peace.

The night wind passed, kissing her moon-colored shirt intimately, and flying hair brushed her clear face, and her clear eyes were full of euphemism.

When the Qin Yin was so high, one of the strings suddenly broke, and the fingertips hurt, exuding red blood.

He breathed a sigh of breath, his heart beating violently, could it be said? Could it be that he is here? !!

Yan Ye is smokeless and not dead, he must not have died! It is not him that the flesh-blooded man is determined! It must not be him! This feeling is getting stronger.

Alas, she still did not dare to turn back, she was afraid that hope would fail. At the light footsteps behind her, she picked the string again and continued to play. But my heart was tense, and I couldn't make it anymore.

"Why is it a song to ask for a phoenix, how does it sound like a lone goose, silent and silent?" A cold female voice said ironically.

Su Se's face suddenly turned white, and her heart sank in despair. She slowly looked back and saw two figures standing on the snow not far away.

The moon was hanging in the sky, hazy and high, Yuehua poured down softly and faint snow light reflected each other, illuminated the appearance of the comer, it turned out that Yi Lengxue and the maid were exquisite. The two of them are all in the dust, seemingly a long way to go.

Wu Linglong is a smokeless maid, who should know General Li, who is here to guard the emperor's mausoleum, so when he saw those soldiers standing far away, he did not come to stop.

Zhe Yi Lengxue was dressed in a plain white dress, and her hair turned into a cloud, with a small white flower on her hair. Dressed up like this, Guiyu and the white snow of the mountains blend into one. Only a pair of dark eyes, full of obsession and sorrow, she stepped step by step, stepping on the snow, and slowly walked to Jiang Cersei.

Rising up, the two women looked at each other in the snow.

She could clearly see that Yi Lengxue's face was so pale and so pale, and the pain in her eyes was so deep and so thick.

Their sorrow is for the same man.

Zhe Yi Lengxue suddenly leaned down, stretched out her finger on the string of strings, and a sound of cricket sounded, like a splash of chaotic jade and chaos.

She got up and said coldly, "It's not easy for Feng Qiuhuang to make you play so sadly!"

He quietly leaned down and hugged Yaoqin, who was lying on the ground.

"Jiang Seser, is he really gone?" Yi Lengxue said, her voice sounded cold. Before, when she was a priest, her voice was just cold, but now it is cold and cold. However, the tone is not without sadness, which makes people sound heartbreaking.

The light from her eyes slowly shifted to the cold tombstone in front of her. Looking at the tombstone engraved with the name of Ye Yanyan, she walked staggeringly and stood slowly in front of the tombstone.

Wu Seiser stood up, hugged Yaoqin, and looked at Yi Lengxue lightly. She saw her caressing the tombstone, her shoulders shook constantly, and she seemed to weep silently. It turned out that Yi Lengxue loved the smokeless night to the extreme.

Wu Linglong walked to the smokeless grave at night, and she knelt silently. At the moment, she was also in tears.

Laoshanye was silent, there was no sound at all, only Lengyue exudes a faint dimness in the sky.

I wondered how long it took before Seirul discovered that Yi Lengxue was holding the smokeless tombstone in the night, and her head dropped gently, as if a flower was sleeping on the stem without moving.

He stunned, Yi Lengxue would not be in love with him, right?

She hurriedly walked to Yi Lengxue, Linglong also noticed Yi Lengxue's abnormality, got up, and opened her hand holding her tombstone, only to find that she seemed to have passed out of her eyes, her eyelashes were all A little teardrop.

"It's cold outside, help her into the house!" Said faintly.

Wu Linglong nodded, took Yi Lengxue, and carried her to the house where Seser lived. The inside was much warmer than the outside, and Linglong put her on an eight immortal chair.

She looked indifferently added some charcoal fire to the fire, and her jade face revealed a hint of crimson.

Tong Linglong stared at the indifferent look, her mood was extremely complicated, she said quietly: "Aren't you sad? Lord, he died for you only."

For this woman, Lord Ye has not lived in a torment for four years, and now she died for her, and she did not look sad at all.

She raised her eyes, she also felt very strange. Since seeing his corpse again in the Lingtang, she was no longer so sad. Perhaps deep down in her heart, she faintly felt that he was not dead. But at the same time, she seemed to think that was an extravagant hope, because if he hadn't died, why wouldn't he appear so far?

In fact, my heart is very contradictory. After listening to Linglong's words, she didn't know how to answer. She got up and sat in front of the wooden case, connected the string that had just broken, tuned the strings, and started to touch the piano again. Today, she hasn't finished the Feng Qiuhuang, she can't let him listen to only half of the song.

If the sound of cymbals is flowing, there is no end to complaints.

Qi Linglong bowed her head down, and there was a tinge of red on the surface of the piano. Then she noticed that her fingers were only cut by the broken string, stroking the piano again, blood dripping from her fingertips, and the piano surface was red. Even the sound of the harp seems to have gone through history.

"Jiang Seser, I never thought that you would soothe the piano again so soon!" Yi Lengxue's voice came from behind, with a hint of gloom and a hint of pride.

After finishing the song, Seser said lightly, "I just want him to listen to a complete song."

"Jang Seser, why didn't you die? He didn't even die for you, but you, why not die? Do you love him?" Yi Lengxue got up and walked slowly to Sether, the tears on his face were dry, stricken The look had turned to resentment.

"Why does he do so much for you? Without you, he would not die, and I would always wait for him. But when he died, my dream was over. I did that for him Many, but in the end, it was empty. "Yi Lengxue murmured, his expression was extremely euphemistic.