Mu Fulan was left in the room, and his ears were quiet.

Next to the mirror, the candle inserted on the glass lotus seat suddenly exploded with a lamp flower.

The candlelight jumped for a moment and then became quiet.

The firelight shone into her eyes, flickering slightly, and her gaze condensed on her head. After a long time, she raised her hand and slowly approached the candlelight as if subconsciously.

The skin was burned by the flames.

A thin, but sharp pain spread rapidly from her fingertips.

But Mu Fulan seemed to have no feeling.

Only in her eyes, a dark color of pain flashed through her.

She thought of her Xier again.

Her favorite child was only four years old when she died.

How could she bear to leave him like this? Under her obsession, her soul remained undispersed, and a little spiritual platform was attached to the eternal lamp in front of the eternal life sign.

A long decade, boundless darkness, bone-eroding loneliness.

She watched him get what he wished and dominate the world. She watched him have a great power and his civil and military achievements. She also looked at him, with three palaces and six courtyards, and there were all kinds of beauties.

But these had nothing to do with her. She had long been calm.

She was stubborn and refused to leave, and the only thing she had to do was to see her Xier grow up with her own eyes. At that time, she left with peace of mind.

However, at the end, what she waited for was such a heart-wrenching scene.

How could the pain of the fingertips be burned by fire? How could the pain of watching Xier die when she was slashing her neck in front of her?

Her heart tugged together. For a moment, she felt unable to breathe.

She stood up suddenly, raised her hand, and pushed open the window.

The biting cold wind rushes towards you.

She stood in front of the window, closed her eyes, leaned forward, and took a deep breath of cold air towards the dark night sky.

The past that I deliberately didn't want to think about was suddenly bursting with the pain that pierced from my fingertips.

One by one, one by one, like dense needles, deeply pierced into her internal organs.

...

Mu Fulan first met Xie Changgeng, which began in the spring of her thirteenth year, when she was thirteen years old.

After her mother passed away a few years ago, her father's health became worse and worse. The little girl often worried.

That day, she came to Junshan by boat, so she found her master to ask about her father's condition, and asked some questions about herbal medicine.

She arrived at her master's medicine house and was told by Ada that the master was visiting.

According to Ada, the visitor was a young man. It seemed that his master had been in danger when he went out for a trip and was rescued by him. The two were very aggressive and then had some contact and became friends who were forgot to age.

My own business is not extremely urgent, and the guest is a young man.

The thirteen-year-old girl is a little girl who is in the first place. She doesn't need to inform her. She will come back tomorrow.

She stopped when she went down the mountain and passed by the legendary ancient cypress.

The wind was strong on the mountain that day. A chick was blown out of her nest and fell on a clump of old vines growing on the cliff.

In addition to the opening of the fifteenth day of every month, Junshan is allowed to climb the mountain to worship the Emperor Junshan, because the tomb of the ancestor of the Mu family is built here, it is not allowed to idle people to climb the island to the mountain on weekdays.

When she went up the mountain, she left the guards waiting at the foot of the mountain. At this moment, only a few maids were followed by her.

Mu Fulan wanted to save the bird. But the vine was too far from the cliff, more than ten feet deep, and even an adult maid could not reach it.

The chick is still very small, with a pointed yellow beak, a furry body, and the feathers of the two wings have not yet grown. It lies on the vine, constantly flapping its weak wings, as if trying to fly. But every time it flaps its wings, it just moves out more and more. As long as there is another mountain wind, it will fall down from the edge of the cliff.

The old bird hovered anxiously on the edge of the cliff, making sharp chirpings.

Mu Fulan hurriedly asked someone to go down the mountain to call the guards. Before the guards could come up, the bird had already rolled to the edge of the vine in vain and was about to fall.

Just when Mu Fulan was extremely anxious, suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps behind her.

She turned her head and saw a strange young man coming down from the mountain path.

The man was about the same age as her brother Wang, eighteen or nineteen years old, slightly thin, wearing a blue shirt and full of mountain style.

He seemed to have not noticed the anxious girls under the old cypress, with a faint expression, looking ahead with his eyes, and passing by along the stone steps.

Mu Fulan looked at him, and as soon as he walked over, he suddenly came to his senses and shouted at his back: "Hey! Stop!"

The man stopped, turned his face slowly, and looked at her.

"A little bird fell down! Think of a way to save it, okay?"

She begged him.

The man paused for a moment, finally walked over, walked to the edge of the nearly vertical cliff, leaned over and took a look, reached out to grab a thick old vine, pulled it hard, then rolled up the corner of his robe, locked it on his strong waist, then bent down, and pulled out a sharp snow-white dagger from the boot.

He stabbed his dagger into the cracks of the stone wall, stepped on the vines attached to the cliff, climbed down, and soon approached the chicks and brought them up.

The old bird flew up and chirped around the nest on the top of the tree.

He stood still, looked up, climbed up the tree, put the birds back into the nest, then jumped down from the top of the tree, and his feet fell steadily.

Just now, Mu Fulan kept holding her breath and watching, extremely nervous. Seeing that he was coming up with the bird smoothly and putting it back in the nest, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, lifted her skirt and ran towards him.

He was very tall. She had just reached thirteen. Although she was so beautiful that she had a little charming appearance, she stood in front of him and was barely as tall as his chest, like a young girl.

She had to lift her head with great effort to see his eyes.

She looked up at a delicate face like a flower, her eyes were extremely bright, and she looked at him and thanked him happily.

He seemed to be stunned and looked at her. Perhaps he was infected by the joy she had come from the bottom of his heart, and a faint smile finally appeared on his lips.

He nodded to her, inserted the dagger back into the boot, lowered his robe, and turned around.

From being called to leaving, from beginning to end, he never said a word.

However, the moment he smiled at her, the world seemed to be quiet, and there was no sound in his ears. Only pieces of fallen flowers floated with the wind on the mountain steps he left, and also floated on the girl's heart, and it never dispersed for a long time.

A few days later, Mu Fulan learned about it.

Someone came to ask for marriage, and the father promised.

Mu's mother ordered the maids not to mention a word in front of her. My sister-in-law comforted her and said that she had seen the person who was begging for her with her own eyes. Although her background could not match her identity as a princess, she was still handsome and a very capable figure.

Even after his father came back, he looked at her with apologetic eyes and told her that he was not a good father and he felt wronged.

Mu Fulan smiled and said that her daughter's marriage should be decided by her father. What's more, she is the princess of Changsha. It is also her duty as the princess of the princess.

While the father was relieved, he repeatedly assured her that the reason why he agreed to the other party's proposal was not only the overall consideration, but also because he fell in love with the person and believed that his daughter would follow him and would not suffer in the rest of his life.

Mu Fulan thanked his father.

The old King Changsha didn't know that that night, his daughter secretly shed tears.

Her tears were quietly printed on her heart a few days ago, but before she could see clearly, the back of the blue shirt could only be wiped off.

She was full of girlish thoughts and couldn't sleep all night. She never dreamed that on the next day, things suddenly changed.

The father held a banquet to entertain her fiancé.

In order to reassure her, my sister-in-law took her to the side of the banquet hall quietly.

From behind the tabernacle, she saw her future husband.

He sat beside his father, with a free expression and chatting and laughing.

Just as I saw that person, the world was filled with birds singing and flowers, and the flowers in my heart were blooming in abundance.

Her future husband would be the man in blue clothes he had met by chance next to the old cypress of Junshan that day.

The night wind pounced in through the window, causing her clothes to dance wildly, and the candlelight behind her was shaking, light and dark, and her shadow continued to shake.

Suddenly, Mother Mu's cough came from outside. With a faint sound of talking, it seemed as if someone was walking towards this side.

Mu Fulan suddenly opened her eyes, closed the window, and turned around.

...

The night banquet where Changsha Kingdom hosted it, at least a hundred people came, but the atmosphere could be described as deserted.

After Mu Xuanqing took his seat, he didn't speak loudly, and he didn't look at him directly, and his expression was cold.

Among the officials of Changsha, except for Prime Minister Lu Lin, who was smiling and always trying to smooth things over, the rest of the people did not dare to offend their king. Naturally, they must not dare to offend themselves. Most of the time, they were all eating and drinking, and when they needed it, it was enough to make a few laughs of agreement.

This night banquet was probably the most special banquet that Xie Changgeng had ever experienced since his lifetime.

He could not help but lick blood from the knife. He could not help but feel light when he could not experience such strong winds and waves, how could he take Mu Xuanqing's cold treatment to heart?

This young King of Changsha was not only completely incomparable to Old King, but in Xie Changgeng's eyes, he was just a son of a prince who was acting in an impulse.

He has excess blood and energy, but lacks ability.

To be honest, when he came home, he did not expect that the Mu girl would leave without waiting for her to come back, and he did not expect that his trip to Changsha would be so unhappy.

Even seeing the newlywed wife is difficult.
To be continued...