Maolian was tightly pinned, and Lingxiao looked at his painful face, "Why are you lying to me? Why?"

Maolian looked at Lingxiao and said with difficulty, "Kill me, Lingxiao, I will accompany you wherever you go, and I will never lie to you again."

Lingxiao did not relax after hearing Maolian say this. Suddenly, Xiuyuan's voice sounded under the bridge, "Lingxiao stopped!"

Lingxiao tilted his head, Buyu and Xiuyuan ran up. Seeing this, Buyu flew up and attacked Lingxiao. Lingxiao blocked and avoided her. She still did not let go and grabbed Maolian and blocked her.

Xiuyuan and Buyu stood in front of her, and the four of them were in a stalemate.

"Lingxiao, please let go of my uncle first, there is a misunderstanding in the middle."

"Xuyuan" Maolian called Xiuyuan weakly. He looked at his nephew and shook his head. A smile actually squeezed out from the corner of his mouth. The smile began to appear after he learned that Lingxiao was back. Xiuyuan later realized that the smile meant nothing more than letting go.

Ling Xiao glanced at Xiu Yuan and Buyu, "Don't you think it's too ridiculous to say a misunderstanding to a dead soul?"

Maolian looked at Xiuyuan and shook her head again, "Xiyuan, I will be responsible for the decisions I make. All I can do for this family is this. Can you let me solve the matter between Lingxiao and me by myself?"

Xiuyuan opened his eyes wide and looked at his uncle. Maolian was still smiling. He turned slowly. Lingxiao's bones were pressing against his chest. He looked straight at Lingxiao and stroked her face, "I'm late, Lingxiao, I will never leave you again, I will accompany you." As he said that, he suddenly stepped forward. Lingxiao's bones penetrated deeply into his chest, and blood was flowing. Lingxiao was stunned. Maolian hugged her cold body, "The river is so cold, are you cold? I hugged you and never leave again-"

Maolian's breath was weak, and his head dropped down and rested on Lingxiao's shoulders.

Lingxiao was stunned. Her arm was still in Maolian's body. Finally, she came to her senses. Maolian had no breath and the blood dyed the two people red along his clothes. Lingxiao hugged Maolian from behind with her other hand. She closed her eyes and a tear slid out.

Xiu Yuanhe Buyu was shocked and stood foolishly. The rain stopped and the junction between the sky and the river began to reveal the light of the rising sun.

Lingxiao pulled his hand out of Maolian's body and put him on the ground. Maolian's face was extremely calm. Xiuyuan walked up to look at Lingxiao. She lowered her head and touched Maolian's already cold face, "I respect my uncle's meaning, but I must tell you the truth."

Xiu Yuan squatted down and took out the letter left by Maolian. Lingxiao took it. The familiar handwriting of the hand was indeed from Maolian's hand. After reading the letter, Lingxiao's empty black eyes were a little shining, and her eyes were completely moist. She closed her eyes and lowered her head, and her long hair drooped on Maolian's face. Lingxiao's lips were pressed against Maolian's forehead. She kissed Maolian's cold forehead heavily, but the man with a calm face no longer opened his eyes. It was him who chose death with his own hands. Because he chose death to make him completely calm. He wanted to accompany Lingxiao and never leave again.

Xiuyuan looked at his uncle's peaceful face, and he finally understood that his uncle's smile was a relief smile. That vicissitudes of life seemed to have returned to the evening when Maolian suffered these hardships after experiencing twenty years and longing.

The conversation between Maolian and Lingxiao was heard by Old Butler Li. He stood behind the door post and saw Maolian hurried back to the room to pack things, so Old Butler Li told Li Maochun all this. After hearing this, Maochun was shocked and told his father again. In this way, when Maolian was packing things in the room, the door was locked from outside. Maolian felt something was wrong and immediately slapped the door, "Open the door and let me go out!"

Maochun listened outside the door, "Mao Lian, don't be willful anymore. For a brothel woman, you can't refuse your father, don't want this family, we are for your own good."

Maolian turned from slapping the door to kicking the door. Once and then, the door panel was shaking, and soon the servant came. Mr. Li glared at his son's door from outside. The inside was a son who was heartbroken. He raised his fingers and pointed at the door tremblingly, "Nail, nail the door and window for me."

So the servants held up the door panels prepared in advance and nailed the doors and windows.

Maolian was inside listening to the heavy sound of the hammer knocking on the door. He kicked the door like crazy, throwing the objects in the room on the door and window. Chairs and candlesticks can be thrown up. Everything that can be killed in his eyes was smashed out by him, but all this struggle was futile. Maolian yelled like crazy, "Open the door, open the door!"

The doors and windows were still not open, and the tightly nailed doors and windows blocked the light, and the room was messy and dark.

Finally, Maolian, exhausted, threw himself heavily. He hit the door with his body, and trembled all over his body, his head, hands and feet were covered with scars, and blood flowed down his face. Maolian hurt himself until he finally fainted and then slid down little by little, and finally collapsed on the ground. Until the moment his body touched the cold ground, his eyes were straight at the ceiling, and Ling Xiao's smile appeared in front of him. She stood there with a faint smile, and tears slid out of Maolian's eyes.

"Sorry, Lingxiao, sorry--"

I don’t know how many days later, Maolian thought she was dead. When he opened his eyes and was still lying on his bed, butler Li stood beside his bed.

After seeing all this, Maolian immediately struggled to get up. Butler Li held him down, "Second Young Master, don't move, you are seriously injured."

"Don't touch me, I'm going to find Lingxiao." Maolian was still struggling. Butler Li's hand loosened. Maolian hurriedly got out of bed and put on his shoes.

Butler Li looked at him in a hurry, "Second Young Master, Ling Xiao is dead."

Maolian froze there, and after a while, he slowly raised his head and looked at Butler Li, "Diet?"

Butler Li nodded, "I committed suicide by jumping into the river. The next day, Lord Guan was waiting to marry her in Yanyulou. He carried a sedan chair and a grand wedding party. When passing by the stone bridge, no one expected that Miss Lingxiao jumped out of the sedan chair and jumped into the river and committed suicide by jumping into the river."

Maolian felt a dizzy moment. He fell on the bed, pressed his forehead with his hand on his back, and Butler Li walked over, with a bag in his hand, "This is what Miss Lingxiao left behind when she came to you the day before Miss Lingxiao died."

Maolian took the bag with sobs. As soon as she opened it, she saw a phoenix pilava in the painting, as if Lingxiao was standing in front of him with a peach blossom face. "Maolian, I want to marry you in this wedding dress."

Maolian couldn't see clearly because tears flooded her eyes. He muttered, "It's too late, it's too late."

"Second Young Master," Butler Li walked forward and touched his back.

Maolian shook her head, "You go out."

For three days, Maolian locked herself in the room and no one saw her. On the morning of the fourth day, Mr. Li finally couldn't help but break open the door of his son with Maochun. The room was empty and Maolian had long disappeared.

Maolian rode a horse and left. He didn't know where he was going. He stopped by the stone bridge and stood by the corridor platform and looked at the river. This was where Lingxiao jumped down. The dark and cold river water was as calm as if it was dead. Maolian took out a knife to carve the lines of words on the stone bridge corridor platform. When his fingers pressed the knife to carve the words, the knife cut blood out. The blood seeped into the words. Maolian continued as if he had no sense of consciousness, letting the blood flow along his hands until the carving was finished. He looked at the stone bridge blankly, and then began to leave with a horse with a smile.

"I didn't even leave a letter." Maolian's departure also made Mr. Li unable to get sick. He was lying in bed and muttering this sentence.

When they arrived at the seventh day of Lingxiao, many people said that they saw a woman in red sitting on the stone bridge outside the bridge. It was probably Lingxiao who had returned. Then Lord Guan suddenly died suddenly, and many servants in the mansion also died one after another. The town caused panic for a while. Because the Li family had always had a good relationship with the abbot of Guoqing Temple, Maochun immediately invited the abbot, performed a ritual on the stone bridge, saved the dead souls, and buried a small Buddha under the river embankment, which calmed the anger of the unjust souls.

The dawn in the sky has gradually begun to appear, and the rising sun is about to rise along the river surface. Xiu Yuan looked at Lingxiao and still hugged Maolian in distractedness.

"Lingxiao," Xiuyuan called her, "The sun is coming out."

Lingxiao slowly raised his head, and the sunlight hit her snow-white face. The complexion was close to transparency. He stood in front of Lingxiao without hesitation, "Go away quickly, Lingxiao, the sun is coming out." Lingxiao closed his eyes and shook his head, "I won't leave anymore. Maolian is here, I will never leave again. I have been waiting for him for a word for asking him for a word. It turns out that it's not his fault, he really doesn't blame me. He came to die. It was me who killed Maolian," Lingxiao smiled bitterly, "I have been waiting for him for so many years. I thought I could not wish him to die, and leave a ray of soul in the world like me. But now I know that I don't want him to die. I just want to ask him a word, ask him why he didn't come and why he was betray me, that's all."

"Lingxiao," Xiu Yuan frowned and squatted down. Lingxiao's face was no longer ferocious. He looked at the snow-white and miserable face in the sun and became transparent. It was a peerless and beautiful face, and a faint smile finally appeared on that face.

"Thank you for cultivating fate," Ling Xiao looked at him, "I'm going to lose my soul. It turns out that I still can't be with him."

Lingxiao's hand holding Maolian began to be transparent, followed by his arm and body, and finally his face. At the moment when the sun really rose, Lingxiao suddenly lowered his head and kissed Maolian's forehead. Tears flowed out of the corners of the wronged soul's eyes, gradually transparent until it disappeared.

Maolian's body fell down, Xiuyuan squatted down and caught his uncle's cold body. A smudge of smoke surrounded his uncle's body, and there was a little color in the sunlight, and he refused to leave for a long time.

Maolian's letter paper also floated down and took it without hesitation. The last letter was Mao Pang's "Savory Flying": The rain and the clouds were broken and the clouds were indifferent, and they were lonely day and night. Tonight, the soul broke and the tide returned to the deep mountains.

That was the words embroidered on Lingxiao's handkerchief and Maolian taught her.

With Xiuyuan's insistence, Maochun finally agreed to bury Maolian by the river and beside Lingxiao's tomb.

Xiuyuan looked at the new tomb and asked, "Have you made this decision since your uncle decided to come back with us?" Xiuyuan sighed, "He didn't tell Lingxiao the truth in person, just wanted to take responsibility himself. Even if Lingxiao hated him, he only hated him alone. He said that all he could do for the Li family was just asking for death in the end, but he just wanted to die at Lingxiao's hands. I think this ending is really a relief for him, otherwise even if Lingxiao forgives him, he will be a member of Yin and Yang."

"The light and spiritual stone steps invade the sunset, and the wind and moon flow in the sky and the cliffs of the sky." Buyu thought of the lines of words on the stone bridge and read it casually, "For twenty years, the wind blows away, and a originally earth-shaking love story finally leaves only the lonely soul here and the lines of words on the stone bridge that will never disappear."

Xiuyuan looked at it unswervingly and smiled, "There will always be something else that makes people remember."

The stone bridge after the rain burst into a different kind of brilliance, standing crystal clear on the river surface under the rising sun. Xiuyuan looked unswervingly, "Let's go."

He nodded unswervingly and followed Xiuyuan and left here.

A few days after the Li family finished Maolian's funeral, Mochou finally came back. As soon as she saw Xiuyuan, she excitedly went up to him, "Xiangyuan."

When Xiuyuan saw Mochou, who was exhausted, he was stunned at first, then smiled, "You are back. Is your master healthy? Is the disease cured?"

"Yeah," Mochou could not hide his excitement and nodded, "It's okay. I've been taking care of him for so many days. Now that he has healed and has lived the life of Yiyun Yehe everywhere, I'm back."

"That's great, as long as your health is fine." Xiuyuan still smiled slightly.

"What happened at home after I left these days, right?" Mo Chou was anxious to see Xiu Yuan, and then he saw that there was a white silk hanging at home. He suddenly felt something was wrong and opened his eyes wide. "Someone in the family passed away?!" "It's my uncle." Xiu Yuan replied.

"Your uncle?" Mo Chou opened his eyes wide, "Why haven't you heard you say it before?"

"I will tell you slowly." Xiuyuan smiled, and there was still dust on Mochou's face. "Looking at your appearance, the road must be bumpy. Go and wash and rest first."
Chapter completed!