C302 The more grief there is the more profound it is

"Sure."

Liu Ruo Qing replied indifferently, "I don't have anything to do here, hurry up and get back to business."

It was already half a month since the disappearance of Divine Martial Yun Ai. Any later and would be in danger.

Yan Yuan did not say much to Liu Ruo Qing. He only kissed her forehead lightly, then quickly left the Red Chamber of Commerce.

Looking at Yan Yuan's anxious back, Liu Ruo Qing sighed.

"If I were to disappear one day, would you look for me like this as well?"

Liu Ruo Qing felt that she was being a little too unreasonable. She knew that the matter of Yan Yuan finding Shen Wu Yun Ai was related to the matters of the Easternum and the two nations, coupled with the relationship with his mother, he was not selfish.

It was night, King Jing Palace.

"Princess, it's so late. Why aren't you sleeping?"

"Yes, I'm writing the ending of Dream of the Red Chamber. Next, I can pass the whole story to Mr. Feng. After he's done, he can tell it again and again, and it will be smoother."

Xiao Yue stood by Liu Ruo Qing's side, seeing sher neat writing, he could not help but praise: "Princess, your writing is good, your story is also so nice, this servant truly admires you."

Liu Ruo Qing laughed.

In the modern world, the old man had put in a lot of effort to train her into a famous lady who was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting.

However, she was not a match for him. Even though she had learned the zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting, every single one of them were only proficient in them. If one were to speak of proficiency, it was still far off.

The only thing that would make the old man happy would be this calligraphy. Of course, the old man had punished her quite a bit for copying books. She had finally copied out a piece of craftsmanship.

"The ending of Dream of the Red Chamber, Daiyu is really dead."

Xiao Yue stood beside Liu Ruo Qing and watched her write the end of the story.

He suddenly felt that the end of Dai Yu and Baoyu would also be her and that person's end in the end.

"Otherwise?"

"When I heard Mr Feng recite 'what was on my mind, it finally became illusory', this servant has also guessed this kind of result. However, I still hold a glimmer of hope in my heart. I really want to see a happy ending for them."

The corner of Xiao Yue's mouth twitched with difficulty. The end of this story, let her see herself.

Liu Ruo Qing did not notice the change in Xiao Yue's expression, hearing her say that, she only smiled, placed the paper in her hand to the side, and continued to write.

"The ending of a story is always the most memorable. When thinking of how to make the customers remember our 'Dream of the Red Chamber', of course, the ending would be more sorrowful."

"That's right, the more grief we experience, the more profound it makes us feel …"

Xiao Yue repeated that line of words of Liu Ruo Qing in a low voice, the sadness on everyone's face silently disappearing.

"Princess, it's late. You should go to bed early as well."

"En, you can go and sleep first, I still have some left."

"This servant will be leaving first then."

After Xiao Yue left, Liu Ruo Qing continued to finish writing the rest of the story.

finished writing the last word, put down his brush, and looked towards the moonlight outside the window that was faintly discernible under the floating clouds. He said in a low voice, "It's been another time."

Ever since Princess Yun Ai had disappeared, Yan Yuan had not returned a single time.

Although Liu Ruo Qing didn't care about it, she was still a little disappointed.

He got up from the desk, put away the things he had written down, turned out the light and lay down on the bed.

After a busy day at the restaurant, Liu Ruo Qing fell asleep not long after she laid on the bed.

It had already been half an hour since Yan Yuan returned from the Imperial Guard Yamen.

He quickly headed to the East District. After a busy day, he was always thinking about the little girl that he doted on.

He wondered if she was waiting for him again.

As they entered the east yard, it was very quiet. The lights that had been on for the past two days had been extinguished. The entire room was shrouded in darkness.

Yan Yuan's heart sank as he quickly walked up the stairs.

Pushing the door open was a bit easier.

After lighting up one of the lamps, on the bed, Liu Ruo Qing's slender body was lying with his back facing him.

He scrunched his eyebrows, feeling a little guilty. He walked over to her side and sat down, then covered her with the blanket.

"Are you mad at me for not being with you for the past few days?"

The soundly asleep Liu Ruo Qing did not have any reaction, only mumbling in her sleep twice, before changing to a different sleeping posture and continuing to sleep.

Yan Yuan looked at her gently. As long as he could look at her, it was as if all his exhaustion was gone.

Outside the window, a cool breeze blew all the papers she had written on the table to the ground, scattering them everywhere.

Yan Yuan got up from the bedside, lit one of the lamps, closed the window, and then folded the papers on the floor one by one.

His gaze swept across the neatly arranged poem on the paper, and his heart suddenly tightened. "Buried Flower Poem?"

He thought of the dream he had heard from the storyteller in the restaurant, about Daiyu's funeral.

Yan Yuan picked up the piece of paper in front of him that had the words "Burial Flower Word" written on it. This "Buried Flower Word" was very long.

He was not a person who was easily influenced by external influences, especially when it came to those sour poems written by the literati.

However, this "Buried Flower Word" made his heart ache inexplicably as he read it.

It was probably because the story of 'Dream of the Red Chamber' was written by that girl.

"The flower in the flower garden will gradually fall, which is when a woman dies. Once the woman dies, the flower will fall and the person will die."

As he quietly read the last four lines of the poem, Yan Yuan's heart seemed to be tightly clenched.

His heart, for no reason at all, was in terrible pain.

He thought of what he had heard during the day: "If there is a strange fate, how will one's mind eventually become hollow?"

This poem was so pessimistic that it made his heart ache.

After a long while, he stopped his thoughts, extinguished the lamp, returned to Liu Ruo Qing's side and laid down quietly.

Her gaze quietly looked at her sleeping face, and her heart was filled with pity and pity.

"Silly girl, I am not Baoyu, and you are not Daiyu. Our end won't be like them, it definitely won't be."

He extended his long arm and tightly embraced Liu Ruo Qing in her embrace, feeling the satisfaction the person in her embrace gave him. The corner of his lips slightly raised.

The next day, although it was rare for Liu Ruo Qing to wake up earlier than usual, it was already past the hour limit.

When she slowly opened her eyes, she realized that she was being held tightly in her arms. She was stunned for a moment, and then a smile slowly crept up the corner of her mouth.