He slowly put away the smile on his face, feeling that the scene was strange, and even more so that Jiang Chengjia was abnormal.

Xiao Cui left the thatched hut with the soft little girl.

The hills are lush and lush, with the spring breeze, Jiang Chengjia is the only one left.

She stood in front of the thatched hut, staring at the other end of the mountain, as if she was waiting for someone.

Ning Nanyou walked over, stood beside her, and waited with her.

The warm spring light shone on his body, but Jiang Chengjia's body did not have a trace of brightness.

I don't know how long it took, but finally, she waited for someone to come.

Four soldiers in armor, carrying a coffin, climbed up the mountain with difficulty and walked slowly to the beautiful woman.

The four of them were extremely respectful to Jiang Chengjia, and called out loud: "Princess."

The beautiful woman remained motionless, staring at the coffin on their shoulders, her little face was extremely pale.

The four soldiers looked bad either. They carried heavy steps and put down the coffin on their shoulders. Then they looked at each other, took a deep breath, and pushed open the lid of the coffin.

A rotten stench floated out of the coffin. However, none of the five people present covered their noses to avoid them. They looked solemn and fell into a sense of sorrow.

Ning Nanyou was full of confusion and walked slowly away, stood by the coffin, looked inside, his face immediately turned bloodless.

In the coffin, there was a young man wearing a black-clothed ink robe.

That's himself.

He was shocked, and he trembled step by step, retreated to the back, shocked.

Jiang Chengjia stood in front of the thatched hut without moving, staring at the four soldiers who carried the coffin up.

It was not until one of the soldiers spoke that the strange and cold atmosphere was broken.

"The king said... No matter what the ending is, he wants to come back to see you in a neat manner..."

Jiang Chengjia sneered: "I asked him to come back alive to see me. What's the matter if he dies?"

The four soldiers were so cold that they shivered by her cold eyes. They looked at each other silently, each lowering their eyes and silently.

The beautiful woman in front of the thatched hut kept staring at the coffin, her beautiful eyes were cold and a hint of relief gradually emerged.

It seemed as if a century had passed before the girl said quietly: "You guys go."

The soldiers hesitated and carefully tentatively said: "The princess... the king is gone, so why not... let your subordinates accompany you and bury the king?"

"Let's go, leave here." The beautiful woman insisted on driving the guests.

The soldiers looked at each other and after a moment, they left the place with a pale face.

Jiang Chengjia stepped forward, stood in front of the coffin, looked down, staring at the young man lying in the coffin, expressionless.

Ning Nanyou stood beside him, standing in front of the lush woods, covering his chest and looking at the scene in horror.

At this time, he saw the slim girl slowly kneeling in front of his coffin, completely pushing open the half-covered coffin lid, and her eyes were gradually covered by a layer of mist. She leaned against the coffin and murmured softly: "Didn't you agree to come back alive? Why... it looks like this?"

The girl lowered her head, and her beautiful face, which was like a flower, lost its vitality and seemed to have withered.

"Zhaoyuan, Erlang." She called softly.

Crystal tears snatched out of her eyes. She closed her eyes, bit her lips tightly, and cried in vain.

"Why? You can't do what you promised me?" she said dejectedly.

The girl looked at the person in the coffin slowly and dullly, stretching out her slender knuckles and stroking the young man's face, which was sleeping without any vitality.

"Zhaoyuan, this time, I can't accompany you without any scruples. I still have Nuannuan. She lost her father, and if she lost her mother, it would be too pitiful." The beauty cried silently, with a lonely expression.

"Didn't you always want to know who Fu Yang is?" Her eyes were filled with tears.

Ning Nanyou listened to the familiar name and looked at the sad beauty, and a strange feeling suddenly arose in his heart.

He heard her say in person: "Fuyang is you. It's you. But... now, you can't come back."

Jiang Chengjia took a deep breath, stopped murmuring, leaned alone on the coffin, staring blankly at the sky.

She is like a sculpture, without any life.

The young man in the coffin was also lifeless while lying.

Ning Nanyou looked at the suffocating scene in front of him, and the pain in his heart turned into a deep sea.

He noticed that something wet and hot in his eyes was squirting out. The layers of mist covered his sight.

In the next ten years, he looked at Jiang Chengjia and lived like a puppet in a hanging thread. No smile appeared on his beautiful face.

She watched her daughter grow up slowly; she had someone she loved; she watched her make-up and marry in a grand manner; she watched her leave the thatched hut; she gradually accepted that she was the only one left here.

She sat alone in front of the window of the thatched hut, staring at the withered crabapple in the backyard, and her eyes were filled with mourning soil.

Ning Nanyou clenched his fists and stared at the scene in front of him, his heart as if he was twisted.

It turned out that after his death, his Aluo was so painful and had no joy.

He saw the beautiful woman who sent her daughter away, lowered her eyes, slowly showed a smile, and murmured: "Zhaoyuan, I have no worries in this world. Where are you now?"

Looking up again, he saw that the woman who once amazed the world seemed to have sucked away all the essence by the heaven and earth. Her face was aging in an instant, and her pale cheeks showed a trace of sickness. She leaned weakly on the couch and gasped forever.

After ten years of light and shadow, she has survived until now. She is already at the end of her strength, and after her wish is over, she has no support.

She struggled to find something in the vermilion makeup box behind her.

Ning Nanyou looked over silently and saw her finding a ring. A lifelike jade phoenix carved on the Hetian jade, with petals like a spoon lotus.

That was his finger. Ning Nan trembled in his heart.

Jiang Chengjia was holding Hetian jade, and a little tears gradually emerged in his dry and lost eyes.

She whispered: "The three thousand worlds are over, and I only want to be frost and silver."

A whimper seemed to cry and laugh, and she couldn't cry.

"I haven't heard your answer, I have never heard it in my life." She closed her eyes and smiled slightly.

Time seemed to be forbidden at this moment. The woman who once laughed and smiled like a fairy was only left with vicissitudes of life. Gradually, in front of him, she closed her eyes forever and stopped breathing.

Ning Nanyou remained motionless, staring at her old face nervously, hoping that she could still raise her eyes, smile at him, and call him: "Erlang!"

But she didn't.

The beauty is like a flower, and has long withered and withered.

Ning Nanyou stared at the scene in front of her. There was a voice in her heart and shouted: Something must be wrong! She won’t die! She won’t die!

But even though he was yelling in his heart, the woman leaning against the short couch was still sleeping.

"No!" He shook his head, and the tears that had been hanging in his eyes finally broke through the embankment and poured out in an instant.

"A Luo!" He shouted desperately at the last moment, hoping to wake her up.

As if he fell into an abyss, Ning Nanyou twitched all over, suddenly woke up from the nightmare, stood up in panic, and sweated profusely.

The starry eyes were filled with horror in the night.

He covered his heart, ups and downs, and gasped in big mouthfuls.

"Why haven't Junhou slept yet?"

Suddenly, a soft call came from the door.

Ning Nanyou suddenly looked up and looked at the figure in front of the door, burst into tears for a moment.

He stood up, and stumbled towards the man regardless of the soreness of his legs.

Jiang Chengjia was stunned and was hugged tightly into his arms the next second.

He heard him call out a little: "A Luo."

Jiang Chengjia was tense all over and puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Ning Nanyou couldn't stop trembling, hugged her, and kept murmuring in his mouth: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Jiang Chengjia frowned, thinking that he apologized for something just now, so he pushed him away with some annoyance, and his heart was in a state of silence.

Unexpectedly, she just pushed the young man, like withered autumn leaves, and his tall body fell on the cold and hard floor of the attic.

She was startled and immediately bent down and asked with concern beside him: "What's wrong with you? Why do you turn down with just pushing?"

Ning Nanyou stared at her, stared at her, stared at her, silently.

She was frightened by his eyes and said laughing and crying: "Okay OK. I forgive you. I won't be angry anymore. I wasn't angry either, because you always suspicious."

Jiang Chengjia stepped forward and wanted to help him up. He coaxed him gently, "Don't sit on the ground, it's cold."

Ning Nanyou didn't say a word, staring at her in a daze, and he cooperated one by one without her actions.

She helped him to the bed and carefully noticed that his legs were bent slightly, so she asked worriedly: "Have you suffered a fatal leg?"

The young man did not answer.

Jiang Chengjia looked up at him, and his slender eyelashes, which were as thin as a tail butterfly, fluttered: "Where are you asking?"

Youth: "Why did you come suddenly?"

He had not yet awakened from the sorrow and despair of his dreams, but he still felt a heart-wrenching feeling of tearing in his heart.

But, at the moment, when he saw the living Jiang Chengjia, the uneasiness in his heart slightly relieved.

Jiang Chengjia was a little stunned when he asked, and helplessness gradually emerged on his face, and lamented: "It's not because... I'm afraid that your cold disease will recur. However, if I don't come, I really don't know. Qianshan has cleaned up this attic for you. How did you climb up? The stairs are long and narrow. If you have a leg attack, it will probably be difficult to climb up, right?"

"So, I flew up." He replied lightly.

Jiang Chengjia froze, then lowered his head and smiled, "That's right, you know how to use light skills."

The young man leaned towards her, feeling a little disappointed and sad: "But, I almost fell down. The corridor of the attic is too narrow and there is no guardrail yet."

His sudden approaching made Jiang Chengjia's heart jump up.

The girl looked embarrassed and laughed, hiding her panic: "Then...then, sorry. I really don't know that she has sorted out this attic for you. You wait, I'll settle the score with her now."

She got up and was about to leave.
Chapter completed!