"My father, my mother left today. Will you blame my son for not keeping her? Over the years, my son didn't take good care of my mother. Is my son unfilial? When my mother stabbed you, my son thought it was unforgivable... My son didn't understand why you didn't hate my mother. I didn't understand until a few days ago, just like my father As you said before, sometimes you hate a person not because you can hate him. "

Han Ming said here, looked at the direction Ning Lan left, stared at the figure gradually disappearing, and said to himself: "Father, just now... That's the princess of my son's wife. Haven't you seen it? She's your daughter-in-law. Isn't she very special? My son and I have known each other for a long time, but she doesn't remember anything before... Father, you haven't heard my son's whistling for a long time? I'll tell you today."

With that, Hanming took a short Xiao out of his arms and played the song.

Over and over again.

Beautiful tunes spread out in the air.

The endless sadness in the song makes people listen and can't help but feel sad.

Ning Lan, who walked back to the fake palace, heard Xiao Qu and couldn't help stopping. She was unconsciously attracted by the beautiful and distant melody.

Although standing in the distance, she didn't hear the music very clearly, she still felt the sadness in the heart of the person who played the music.

It was the first time she had heard Yelv Hamming blowing in all the days she had known him.

Why is he sad?

This kind of beautiful music, if not the player has a gentle heart, can not express its beauty so incisively and vividly?

Yelv Hanming in front of the mausoleum felt very vague. He seemed to be covered with a mysterious black veil, which made her unable to see clearly.

What kind of person is he? What's on his mind at the moment?

Ning Lan listened for a long time. When she was ready to leave, she found that her staff did not know when to stand only a few feet away from her. From his focused expression, he was also listening to Xiao Qu in the distance.

"Wei Chen, see the princess."

"Lord Taifu, no gift."

The staff saluted and asked, "I don't know. Can I take a step?"

PS: 9 is coming out.