072 Night sinks

The night is dark and the moon is silent.

Murong Xueyan stood on the platform of Lingqing Pavilion, and her thin body was surrounded by the cloak, as if she would be swept away by the wind at any time.

A black figure swept in from the wall and fell steadily in front of her. Murong Xueyan has been so familiar with the visitors for a long time that she can't be familiar with them. She has no sense of strangeness and usually waits for them.

"Have you really thought about it?" The man in black asked in a low voice.

"Yes, I have considered this matter thoroughly enough." Murong Xueyan nodded firmly.

"If you are not here, he can't stand it..." The man in black hesitated.

"At this time, I don't want to think about others anymore. I just want to complete myself." She smiled sadly, but two crystal tears fell from her eyes. The tears fell to the ground and quickly dried by the night wind and disappeared without a trace.

"No matter what decision you make, I will always support you. Don't forget that we are friends. The man in black said and handed over a bag of things to Murong Xueyan.

Friend... Her heart was full of warmth and took over the bag of things that determine life and death. Fortunately, she and his friend can help her many times. The bag was in his hand, and it seemed to be as heavy as a thousand gold.

Farewell. This is the ending she has long thought of. She wants to leave in a way that Nangongyi can't expect, and she will make him so desperate that he won't look for her again.

Meng Po soup, forgetful water, nothing can match the bag in her hand. After drinking, she and Nangong Yi have been two worlds ever since. From then on, there is the distance between heaven and earth.

It's been a few years, but it's a void. It is also a vigorous life, but everything, because of the trick of fate, is finally in nothingness.

Love, resentment, greed, anger, infatuation, hate... It's better not to remember until I find out. However, after all, she couldn't let go and put it aside. She would rather take that memory and say goodbye to Nangong Yi from now on.

Forget it, Nangongyi. Everything is like a cloud, and everything goes with the flow of water. No matter how unforgettable it is, it can't resist the impermanence of the world. Time will dilute everything. Maybe one day, she will forget, and he will also forget...

The night, so cold, so long; dark, boundless, no end.

Murong Xueyan looked at it and looked in the direction of Nangongyi's study in front of her for a whole night.

This night, the lights in his study were on and never went out. I think he didn't sleep all night.

When they were about to separate from each other, she suddenly felt a little reluctant and just wanted to look at him again. No matter what, I still love once, even if there is always a third person who should not exist between this love.

She laughed at herself and sneered at the entangled relationship between the three of them. Is she the third party between Yan Guifei and Nangongyi, or is Yan Guifei the third party between her and Nangong Yi? Today, she is too lazy to explore this problem again. How about Yan Guifei and Nangong Yi? She didn't want to report it, not because she took into account the face of Bei Tanghao or the so-called royal family, and a trace of residual affection for Nangong Yi. Anyway, he is also the only man she has loved in this era.

In the endless waiting, the sky is bright little by little.

In the cold morning, the wind was blowing to the bone. Murong Xueyan entered the room and sat next to the smoked cage. She still felt a chill.

It's not the chill of the body standing overnight in the night wind, but the chill emanating from the bottom of my heart...

When Nangong Yi came, she just finished her breakfast, and in her breakfast, she added the bag of things brought to her yesterday.

"Xueer, do you feel better today?" Seeing that her look was worse than usual, he asked deceiving himself.

She didn't answer and smiled softly, "Nan Gongyi, do you want to hear me sing?"

"SINGING?" He remembered that the first time he was really attracted to her was because he heard her singing.

This should be the last time to sing in front of him... Thinking of this, she didn't wait for him to say anything else and sang:

"Every inch of eyes is staggered into a speechless fragment, and there is still unresolved sadness in this life in the bottom of my heart.

Just because of the rush of meeting, you exiled that time with your youth, and you have forgotten the beauty of the mountains outside the city. The eyes of that encounter made me completely cold. The so-called world is like a teenager. In the enchanting world, you and I flew short and long, and in the end, we saw the tears in each other's eyes. Looking at each other, I didn't know that the mountains around me had become an ocean, but I only saw the same appearance of you and me in the afterlife.

The two look at each other, how to collect and release love.

Looking at each other, I no longer fly and break my wings. The tears in your eyes are the place where I fell.

Two look at each other, what will happen to us in this life..."

At the end of a song, she burst into tears. Nangong Yi was touched and hurriedly helped her and asked, "Xueer, what's wrong with you?"

"If I'm gone, please forget me." Murong Xueyan wiped her tears with her sleeves, and her voice was quiet.

Just now, her song was so emotional. It was clear that she still had feelings for him. In a blink of an eye, she could immediately harden her heart and let him forget her.

"Xueer, how can I forget you?"

"I'm tired. I want to have a rest... Please... Please leave..." Murong Xueyan said with great painstakingly, and a big mouthful of blood suddenly spewed out.

"Xue'er!" Nangong Yi didn't care about anything else and held her tightly in his arms.

Murong Xueyan in her arms trembled with her thin body and spewed out a mouthful of blood again.

"What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?" Nangong Yi panicked. Except for holding her tightly, he was so panicked that he couldn't think of any other way.

The person in his arms seemed to have lost the ability to live, just spitting blood one after another.

The pain in her throat was unbearable. She felt that her throat was dry like a dry well. Before she completely lost consciousness, Murong Xueyan thought of what Wu Trace said when she gave her medicine. Is it almost over? Everything returned to zero, as if it had never happened.

Her hand hung down gently and weakly, and her body fell softly in Nangongyi's arms...

"Xue'er, Xue'er! ..." He shook her hard and tried to wake her up, but she could no longer hear, see or feel.

She is dead.

He put his finger close to her nose and found that she was breathless.

No, how can she die! How can she leave him! No!!!

Despair came overwhelmingly, surrounding Nangongyi. She died, and he felt that the whole world was also dead.

He held her body for a long time and was reluctant to let it go. I don't know how long it took, but he suddenly thought of something and ordered his subordinates to go to the palace to pass on the imperial doctor.

Even if the most benevolent imperial doctor is summoned, what can happen if a dead person can make her come back to life?

All the imperial doctors gave the same answer: Princess Jing has passed away, please be sorry for the change.

I'm sorry, how can I be sorry?

Nangong Yi's eyes turned red, and he ran crazily on the road of the capital with Murong Xueyan in his arms. From morning to night, he broke into every pharmacy and hospital, hoping to save her life.

From morning to night, he ran through dozens of pharmacies and medical centers in the capital, and all he got was a statement that he felt sorry for him or let the dead be grounded.

He desperately hugged Murong Xueyan's body and returned to the royal palace.

It snowed in the sky. In the snowflakes flying all over the sky, he seemed to hear her singing again and listened to her singing: "I think of your face again, morning and evening, the long road of life. All the time, I see that your eyes are as tender as water, and the fate of this life will continue in the afterlife. What is life and death? If you are with me, I don't envy the mandarin ducks or the immortals.

This life's fate continues in the afterlife, what is life and death...

She can always sing some songs that he has never heard at all, because she is not the stupid Murong Xueyan in those years, but Mu Zhiqing from the 20th century.

At the beginning, she had the experience of "borrowing the corpse to return the soul". This time, will she come back to life like last time?

Will she stand in front of him alive again, quarrel with him and smile at him as before?

Holding a tight trace of hope, Nangong Yi held Murong Xueyan's body for two days without sleep, eating or drinking.

Great sadness and missing, with indescribable self-reproach, attacked him fiercely.

When Murong Rui came to ask for his daughter's body, he was surprised to find that Nangong Yi's blue hair had turned white.

This stubborn and annoying person may be sincere to Xueer, but it's a pity...

It's too late.

"When she was alive, you didn't cherish her well. Now that she is dead, why don't you let her be grounded? Murong Rui said in a hateful voice.

"I..." Nangong Yi said incoherently, "I don't want Cher to leave me, I don't want to..."

"Xue'er is my only daughter, and I will personally let her be buried and buried. If you don't let go of Xue'er, I will hit my head and die here!" Murong Rui shouted decisively.

Nangong Yi raised his eyes and looked at Murong Rui. Seeing that his temples were white and his eyes were full of tears, he couldn't help but be moved. After all, Murong Xueyan is his daughter, and he is just a poor father who has lost his daughter.

The fate between them is over. There is no trace in this life.

Death is a huge gap, which makes Nangong Yi and Murong Xueyan two worlds from then on.

He is still alive in the royal palace, and she is about to lie in the cold tomb.

2

After Murong Rui brought his daughter's body back, he immediately put it into the coffin to make her safe.

Three or four years ago, she died once, but for some reason, she came back to life. And this time, I'm probably not so lucky.

These three or four years of time were given by God to him and his daughter, and they were all about their father and daughter.

The coffin was put into the earth, and Murong Rui grabbed the first loess with his own hands and sprinkled it on the coffin. The loess was covered, and the coffin gradually disappeared from his sight...

Farewell from now on, and there will be no future. She chose to die, which has nothing to do with all the people in the world.

The simple tomb has been built, and Murong Rui personally carved good words on the wooden tombstone - the tomb of his beloved daughter Murong Xueyan, and his father stood.

Well, her mother's grave is nearby. She should not be too lonely under the yellow spring...

Murong Rui turned around and left, dragging his lonely back to the ground and drawing a long arc.