The drizzle continued to fall, floated into the car, and landed on Pang Zhijing, her cheeks cold.
She was refreshed and looked out the window in a blink of an eye. She was a little surprised. When she went out just now, the sky was clear.
"Princess, the weather is not very good, should we go back to the house?" the maid asked.
Pang Zhijing waved her hand, "Everyone came out, you see, the city gate is in front, where is there any reason to go back?"
"But we only know that King Yi is outside the city. It seems that we don't know where he is." The maid tried to persuade.
"Didn't the housekeeper say it? After passing through the woods outside the city, I walked forward and saw a small hillside. Turn over and you will arrive."
The maid thought to herself, the princess wanted to see King Yi too much, so she didn't care about anything in the rain, and as a servant, she could only obey orders.
Pang Zhijing was a little impatient, there was a certain distance from the inside of the city to the outside of the city, and I wondered if Xiao Hou had left when she arrived.
The carriage drove quickly into the woods and stopped at the foot of the hill.
Pang Zhijing jumped out of the carriage and said to the people in the carriage, "You are all here waiting for me, I will go by myself, I will be back later."
"Princess, absolutely!" Before the maid could finish speaking, the man jumped out of the carriage and ran up the slope.
Pang Zhijing stepped on the soft ground and felt that the air was very fresh, so she admired the surrounding environment while climbing the slope.
It's overgrown with weeds, a little desolate and a little remote. It doesn't look like a place where people often come. Why would he come here to pay homage to Luo Fei
Thinking like this, she has already climbed to the top of the slope, and plans to look at where he is.
However, when the scenery below fell into her eyes, she was shocked on the spot.
The endless tombstones are erected in the weeds, most of them are damaged, some are broken, some are fallen to the ground, scattered and disordered, giving people a desolate and gloomy feeling.
The drizzle fell on her face, and it was cold, and the chill from the soles of her feet made her freeze for a moment.
Is this the legendary mass grave
A gust of cold wind blows, the grass taller than the tombstone flutters in the wind, the white dandelions dance with the wind, and the sky in the distance is dark, everything looks so strange.
Although she lives in the scientific world, she has been afraid of ghosts since she was a child, and the scene in front of her made her feel chills.
Want to go back
But Xiao Hou is here, she can't go.
On such a special day, she wanted to accompany him, maybe he didn't care at all.
Before the rationale has made a decision, the body has honestly moved towards the bottom of the slope.
She pushed aside the grass that was taller than a person and searched slowly. She was muttering in her heart, this place is so big, where is Luo Fei's tombstone
Also, as a concubine in the palace, why is the cemetery in a mass grave
The people buried in the mass graves should be those who could not find their families. What is going on
Xiao Hou used to be like a fan, but now she can't understand it anymore.
After walking for more than half an hour, she still didn't find anyone, and she didn't dare to shout out loud, for fear of encountering some bad people, so she could only find a place to rest first. She leaned against a tree with a crooked neck, wiped the sweat from her face, Sleeves make fans, fan the wind, and look around.
At this moment, she saw a white shadow fluttering in the wind behind a large tombstone, and she swallowed subconsciously.
Isn't it, so unlucky, hell in broad daylight
She subconsciously wanted to escape, but another gust of wind swept in, blowing away the mist in the air, and the outline of the white shadow gradually emerged.
Xiao Hou
She widened her eyes in astonishment, she really had nowhere to go after stepping through the iron shoes, and it took no effort to get it.
She didn't dare to stay any longer, otherwise she would be frightened to death by some crow running out later, so she ran towards him quickly.
It was a pity that there were too many vines on the ground. Although the distance was not far, it took her a long time. When she was ten steps away from Xiao Hou, she could no longer walk. Get angry.
After a while, she raised her head to call him.
However, when she saw the scene in front of her, she subconsciously closed her mouth.
The white clothes are fluttering, the son is like jade, the face is picturesque, it should be pleasing to the eyes when placed elsewhere, but—
The ruins are broken, the rushes are flying like silk, and the desolation is overgrown.
The grass is like a lawn, the pine is like a cover, the wind is the skirt, and the water is the wear.
Looking from a distance, the sky is densely covered by dark clouds, the sky and the earth are dark, the wind is blowing, and the drizzle is like a thin mist.
Between heaven and earth, he was dressed in white and became the only color in this black area.
However, the loneliness and loneliness of the whole body, like thick ink dripping on rice paper, slowly spread out to the surrounding, bit by bit eroding the wind, soaking in the rain, and spreading infinitely.
She thought that the wind that might be blowing towards her was bitter.
She has never seen such a lost side of him, as if everything in the world is gone, and he is the only one left to walk in this world.
No joy, no happiness, no hope, surrounded by loneliness and loneliness, walking tirelessly.
She would rather he be a bad person with a warm appearance and a cunning and calculating heart, rather than seeing him sad and sad as if he is the only one left in the world.
But at this time, she didn't know what to do.
He stood there, obviously so close, but it seemed like a world away, so she didn't dare to disturb him easily.
However, this kind of him made her feel inexplicably distressed.
Her eyes turned to the tombstone. On the mottled slate, there were only four simple words, the Tomb of Luo's.
The handwriting looked a little immature, as if it came from a child's hand, but she vaguely felt a little familiar, as if she had seen this handwriting somewhere.
In front of the tombstone, there is a bunch of jasmine flowers, still soaked with dew, the small white flowers bloom brightly, it can be seen that they only bloomed today.
In the air, it seems that you can smell the faint fragrance, which is refreshing.
A gust of cold wind blew, and the corners of his clothes were puffed up, and his jacket fluttered, as if he was about to go home by accident.
He seemed to be immersed in his own world, alone and alone, revealing his truest self.
No disguise, no mask, no insincere words, no smiles.
Taking off his warm coat, he was as heavy as a traveler with shackles.
She thought that his feelings for Luo Fei must be very deep, so after so many years, the mourning is still so sad.
"How long are you going to watch there?"
When she was thinking wildly, a cold voice penetrated the rain and fog and reached her ear.
She subconsciously raised her head to look at him, but fell into those indifferent eyes of Liuli.
At that moment, my heart seemed to be hit by something, as if my eyes suddenly became brighter.
The eyes that are not covered by the false smile are so beautiful.
It's so beautiful that you can't help but want to reach out and touch it.