In the Qin Dynasty, Mingyue and his fleeting years lived up to the return of the common monarch

When the Han army entered the pass, the king of Qin surrendered. Knowing that he had only two years to live, Ye Liuhua refused without hesitation in the ancestral hall... The ensuing blows caused Chen Xi to shrink back into the house for a while and did not like to go out, but in recent days But she noticed something unusual in the valley - there seemed to be some more people outside her house, watching her faintly was like house arrest.

Chen Xi probably guessed the intention of these dead men, but she didn't know who sent them, Ye Liuhua or... Xinghun?

Frowning, Chen Xi had an ominous premonition, grabbed the Ning Yu sword, got up and left the bamboo house.

The outside of the bamboo house was as quiet as ever, Chen Xi looked up and looked around, but she had no internal strength and could not detect how many dead men were hiding in the surrounding trees.

The corners of her lips curled up mockingly, Chen Xi took a few steps forward, pretending to leave to test, and then a guard in black came down from the tree: "Miss Yun, stay a step."

"Why, do you want to put me under house arrest?" Chen Xi smiled.

"I don't dare, it's just winter rain and cold, Miss Yun might as well go back first." The black-clothed guard bowed his head.

Guanzhong is not as bitterly cold as Yanzhao, and even in winter, rain is more common than snow.Chen Xi looked up at the dark sky, the dark clouds were just like her state of mind at the moment, it was noon but there was no ray of dawn.

Sure enough... it's going to rain.

Chen Xi's eyes fell back on the bodyguard, and she spoke coldly again: "Who sent you here?"

"Girl, don't embarrass your subordinates." The black-clothed guard bowed and avoided answering.

"What if I have to go?" Chen Xi sneered.

The black-clothed guard straightened up to look at her, stretched out his hand and patted her three times in a row, and immediately several black shadows descended from the surrounding trees, blocking Chen Xi's path.

"If you hurt me, your son will not spare you." Chen Xi threatened.

The black-clothed guard was silent, which was why he hadn't done anything so far.

"Let her go." A voice suddenly sounded from the side.

Chen Xi looked in surprise, Xing Hun walked slowly with Shao Si Ming behind his hands.

"Young Master." The black-clothed guard saluted.

"You can't hide it for a while, and it's only a matter of time before you give up." Although Xinghun was talking to the guards, he still looked at Chenxi with ambiguous meaning, "Ye Liuhua can't protect her forever, since she is of the Ying family's blood , you have to face it yourself.”

Chen Xi's pupils trembled slightly, and then she smiled wryly.What she was most worried about happened...

With Xinghun's order, the guards didn't dare to stop them anymore, and let Chenxi run all the way to the stone palace.

After forcing her way to the backyard, Chen Xi paused when she saw the man in white who was kneeling by the desk.

She knew very well that if her guess was true and the Chu army had already entered Xianyang, then Xiang Yu, who hated the Qin people deeply, would not let anyone in the Ying family go. If the emperor uncle fell into his hands, he would surely die.The only one who can save Ziying now is Ye Liuhua.

But she also understands that Ye Liuhua, who hates the royal family, won't agree to her easily, and she doesn't have many bargaining chips...

Feng Zikong raised his hand to stop the guards who followed Chenxi and tried to drag her out, and frowned, "What is Miss Yun doing?"

"I didn't come to look for you." Chen Xi was not interested in entanglement with Feng Zikong, and stared at Ye Liuhua firmly.

"Miss Yun..." Feng Zikong turned cold.

"Zikong, take them down." Ye Liuhua interrupted him.

Feng Zikong looked at Young Master and then at Chenxi, helplessly: "Here."

"Sit down." Ye Liuhua raised his hand to signal.

The downpour of rain fell from the sky without warning, pouring biting cold on the two of them.Feng Zikong habitually wanted to step forward to hold an umbrella, but was blocked by Xinghun who arrived later and raised his hand.

"Any news from Xianyang?" Chen Xi did not sit down, but clenched her hand on the scabbard.

"Yes." Ye Liuhua glanced at her, understood her reason for coming but did not reveal it.

"Then...Xiang Yu has already entered the city?" Chen Xi trembled.

"Since you gave up your princess status, you have nothing to do with the Ying family now." Ye Liuhua avoided answering, "Go to rest early."

"But what if I insist on saving the emperor's uncle?" Chen Xi suddenly drew his sword out of its sheath and pointed it at Ye Liuhua's throat.

"Are you threatening me?" Ye Liuhua laughed.

"I beg you, Brother Lin'an, it only takes one sentence for you, doesn't it?" Chen Xi begged.

"Ye Lin'an and Yun Shu both died in the troubled times seven years ago." Ye Liuhua was unmoved.

"I ask you, can we save it or not?" In the heavy rain, Chen Xi's sword hand trembled slightly.

Ye Liuhua looked down at the sword stuck to his throat: "You never learned what Ye Lin'an taught you."

Chen Xi wanted to cry a lot. It's not that she didn't learn what he taught her, but she still couldn't do it in front of him.He came and went freely in white clothes Shengxue, but left her alone struggling between love and resentment.

Anyway, she has always been the one who has suffered a crushing defeat.

"Princess Chenxi, although I didn't say it clearly, someone must have told the princess why I hate the Great Qin royal family." Ye Liuhua said calmly, "When Yingzheng Shaqiu died three years ago, I expected that Fusu would not escape. But I didn't go to save it. Whether Ying Ziying survives this time is his fate, and I won't interfere."

Chen Xi could hardly hold the sword.

It turned out that her most beloved elder brother had a chance to survive, but because the man she loved most stood by and watched, he was separated from her in the end.

The sad thing is that she has no reason to blame Ye Liuhua or anything. The person who almost destroyed his Ye family was her grandfather. He has no reason to save the descendants of his enemy!

"Let's do it. If you have the courage, you won't be willing to be a prisoner. After all these years, you still can't let go of Ye Lin'an." Ye Liuhua looked up at her.

Is this how Chen Xi made Ye Liuhua remember her?

Star Soul, who was watching from afar, turned his head to look at Feng Zikong, who was calm and composed: "Now you don't worry about your son."

Feng Zikong smiled slightly: "My lord will be fine."

"Why." Xinghun raised his eyebrows.

"Young master just doesn't want to fight with the woman, it's impossible to let Chenxi hurt his life." Feng Zikong paused, with a sarcastic arc on his mouth, "Besides, she can't do it at all."

Xinghun was slightly stunned, and when he looked again, Chenxi had already withdrawn his sword, and stood in front of Ye Liuhua with his hands down, completely embarrassed by the heavy rain.

The winter rain is very cold, but now Chenxi's heart is colder than the icy rain.

"Forget it, you're right, I still can't do anything." Chen Xi smiled miserably, "From now on, you are free, Ye Liuhua."

This time, Chen Xi called Ye Liuhua instead of Ye Lin'an. Ye Liuhua vaguely guessed what she wanted to do, hesitated for a while, but finally slowly withdrew the hand that was going to reach out to stop her.

It was he who made her lose her last hope, and it was his standing by and watching that made her the last remaining member of the Ying family. What reason did he have to stop her?

"I don't want to be forgotten by you slowly, maybe this way, you will always remember me?" Chen Xi looked at the Ning Yu Sword in his hand.It's ironic that this sword was given to her by him for self-defense, but in the end she wanted to use it to end her life.

"I won't forget, so you don't have to." Ye Liuhua finally spoke.

Chen Xi smiled, and asked him a question: "You already knew that I don't live long, right?"

Ye Liuhua glanced at her in surprise, and fell silent again.

Chen Xi clenched her fists and felt desolate in her heart. She once laughed at Shao Si Ming for getting shame instead of love, but she didn't want to be the one who was really ridiculous.

"You really know. It seems that you promised me to get back together just because you pity me. But what I want is never your pity and shame." Chen Xi raised the corners of her lips ironically, "You are not willing to save, but it is also my fault. As expected, I don't blame you. Because I know that if you agree to me, you will have no face to face the ancestors of the Ye family in the future. The reincarnation of heaven, in the final analysis, it is our Ying family who committed evil and suffered retribution."

"Sorry." Ye Liuhua sighed, "You shouldn't have treated me..."

Ye Lin'an might be moved by Yun Shu, but Ye Liuhua would never agree to Chen Xi.Chen Xi has known this for a long time, but has never been reconciled.

"It's not worth it or not, and you don't need to be sorry. I did everything willingly. The efforts I made during this period were nothing more than knowing that I couldn't do it. Now is the time to pay the price." Chen Xi knelt in the direction of Xianyang Falling to the ground, "It's my Ying family that I'm sorry for too many loyal ministers, I hope I can redeem some of my sins. On the way to Huangquan, it's not lonely to be with the uncle who loves me as a companion."

Ying Ziying had been executed by Xiang Yu as early as yesterday, Chen Xi didn't know about this news yet, and Ye Liuhua didn't plan to tell her.

Slightly raising his head and closing his eyes, Ye Liuhua let the bean-sized raindrops hit his face, and Chen Xi's last words came to his ears along with the sound of rain.

"If you don't want to come down so soon to see me again, just accept Duanmurong's kindness and heal your injury. Don't be sorry, it's not just because of you that I don't want to live on." Chen Xi didn't look back at him, "I changed my mind, You deserve better. Ye Liuhua, forget Yun Shu, and forget me too."

"What other wish do you have, I will try my best to fulfill it." Ye Liuhua said in a deep voice, "I owe you."

"You don't owe me anything, I'm willing to do everything." Chen Xi smiled relieved, "I don't regret everything I've done in this life, but in the next life... I wish I never knew you."

"...Then, I wish you all the best."

"Thank you."

Hearing the sound of falling to the ground, Ye Liuhua opened his eyes to look.

Chen Xi could really commit suicide cruelly in front of him, the blood flowing from the neck wound had already mixed with the rainwater and melted into the soil, and the original white dress was also filthy with the blood mud.

Ye Liuhua took a deep breath, leaned over and picked up the blood-stained Ningyu sword, took out a piece of silk cloth and wiped it carefully, and took off the scabbard from Chen Xi's waist and carefully put the sword back into the sheath.

Feng Zikong stepped forward cautiously and said softly, "My lord..."

"Let's deal with it." Ye Liuhua turned his back and said lightly, with an unusually calm voice, "Go back, I want to be quiet."

Feng Zikong didn't dare to ask any more questions, and quickly waved his hand to summon Yingyi's guards who were on standby not far away to carry away Chenxi's body.

Just as he was about to follow the guards to the cremation site, Feng Zikong was suddenly stopped by Ye Liuhua: "Zikong, give me the Hanying Sword."

Feng Zikong was startled, probably guessing what the young master was going to do, he reached out and untied the sword at his waist and handed it to him.

Ye Liuhua took the sword and waved his hand: "You go too, I'll be there in a while."

"...here."

Until there was no one left around, Ye Liuhua suddenly half-kneeled on the ground, pulled out the Han Ying sword and dug a deep pit where Chen Xi had killed himself just now, just enough to put down the scabbard.

Putting the Ningyu sword into the deep pit with his own hands, and filling it with soil, Ye Liuhua wiped the Hanying sword clean and stood up, staring down at the place where the sword was buried in silence for a long time.

This is his second time to bury the sword, and hopefully... the last time.

"Think of it as Ye Lin'an sending Yun Shu off for the last time. In this life... I will bear you in the end." Ye Liuhua's sigh was quickly drowned in the sound of rain, "May you not be reborn in the emperor's house in the next life. Anyone who meets you Well, don't meet me again..."

Turning around and coming to the cremation place, neither Xing Hun nor Shao Si Ming came, only a group of subordinates waiting for orders.As expected, Feng Zikong was the person who knew Ye Liuhua best. He had already made everything ready, but he waited until he arrived before ordering to light the fire.

After Feng Zikong bowed and saluted, he heaved a sigh of relief after receiving the Han Yingjian that Ye Liuhua threw to him.He thought the young master would bury Han Ying and Ning Yu together.

Looking at Ye Liuhua, Feng Zikong said cautiously: "My lord, where is the stele of Chenxi?"

"She is from the Ying family, so don't erect a monument in Chasing the Wind Valley." Ye Liuhua interrupted him.

"Master, what you mean is..." Feng Zikong pondered about the son's thoughts.

"Where is Ying Ziying buried?"

"This...Xiang Yu didn't bury him." Feng Zikong said helplessly, "Now that Xiang Yu has burned the entire Xianyang Palace, it is impossible for us to find his body."

Ye Liuhua was silent for a while, looked at the fire and said slowly: "Since she loves Daqin, let's bury her on the mountain outside Xianyang, so that she can see Xianyang Palace. No matter what it turns out to be, it will be the Ying family after all." A place that used to be great.”

"Here, don't worry, my lord, this subordinate will handle it in person." Feng Zikong paused, and carefully handed over a piece of silk, "Also, my lord, I found this in the morning light room."

Ye Liuhua stretched out his hand to take it, there were not many words on the silk cloth, only ten words—May you live in peace and happiness, and prolong your life forever.

Ye Liuhua didn't say anything after reading Chen Xi's last words, but Feng Zikong could clearly see that the silk cloth was tightly held together by the young master, and his flickering face reflected by the fire seemed to be holding back. What.

Looking up at the sky, a lone goose just flew by with a cry, Ye Liuhua murmured: "The feathers are flying, and the goose passes without a trace. After saying goodbye to Qiushang, you will become a lonely pity."

"Young Master, what did you say?" Feng Zikong didn't hear clearly.

"It's nothing." Ye Liuhua smiled, "Mr. Gai and Miss Duanmu are still in Wuwanglou?"

"Yes." Feng Zikong nodded.In fact, he doesn't understand why Gai Nie and Duan Murong are so concerned about the son's injury. Is it because of the prison net, or the sympathy between heroes?

"Get ready, I'll see Mr. Gai and Miss Duanmu." Ye Liuhua suddenly ordered, and at the same time let go of the hand that was holding the silk cloth, watching the pure white silk cloth fall with the wind, and finally be swallowed by the fire that enveloped the morning light .

"Young master finally..." Feng Zikong was pleasantly surprised, and hurriedly bowed as if afraid of Ye Liuhua's repentance, "This subordinate will go get ready immediately!"

"En." Ye Liuhua responded slightly, turned and left.