Chapter 1185： You are the other side of the world

The drizzle kept falling, drifted into the car, and fell on Pang Yuejing, her cheeks cold.

Her spirits refreshed, and she turned to look out the window. She was a little surprised. When she went out just now, it was clear. How could it be said that it was cloudy?

"Princess, it doesn't look good this day, shall we fight back to our house?" The maid asked.

Pang Yue waved her hand quietly, "Everything comes out, you see, the city gate is in front. Where is the reason to go back?"

"But we only know that King Yi is outside the city. It doesn't seem to be clear where it is." The maid tried to persuade.

"Did the housekeeper say that? After passing the woods outside the city, and walking forward to see a small hillside, it turned over."

The maid thought to her that the princess wanted to see King Yi so much that she would ignore the rain like this, and as a subordinate she could only obey orders.

Pang Yuejing was anxious. There was a certain distance from the city to outside the city. When she arrived, Xiao Hou was gone.

The carriage drove quickly into the woods and stopped under the hillside.

Pang Yuejing jumped out of the carriage and said to the humane on the carriage, "You are all waiting for me here, I will go by myself, and I will be back later."

"Princess, absolutely!" Before the maid had finished, the man had already jumped off the carriage and ran up the slope.

The rain was not heavy, and it was a drizzle of rain. Pang Yue quietly stepped on the soft ground and felt the air was very fresh. So he climbed the **** and admired the surrounding environment.

There are overgrown weeds here, some desolate and some remote, not like a place where people often come, why did he come here to sacrifice Luo Fei?

Thinking of it this way, she has already climbed to the top of the **** and intends to look down at where he is.

However, when the scenery below fell into her eyes, she was shocked.

The endless tombstones are erected in the weeds, most of which have been damaged, some are broken, some are fallen to the ground, horizontal and vertical, and disorderly, giving a sense of desolation and gloom.

The drizzle fell on her face, a cold, chill from the soles of her feet, made her stiff for a moment.

Is this the legendary mass grave?

A cold wind blew, the grass higher than the tombstone fluttered in the wind, white dandelions danced with the wind, and the sky was dark in the distance, everything seemed so weird.

Although living in the scientific world, she was afraid of ghosts since she was a child. The scene in front of her made her heart cold.

Do you 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 reason has made a decision, the body has honestly reached the bottom of the slope.

She poked away the grass that was taller than others, and slowly searched. She murmured in her heart. It was so big. Where was Luo Fei's tombstone?

Also, why as a concubine in the palace, the cemetery is in a mass grave?

The masses should be buried in the unknown people who can't find their families. What's going on?

Xiao Hou was like a fan, but now she can't understand it.

After walking for more than half an hour, she still couldn't find anyone, and she didn't dare shout loudly. She was afraid of encountering some ugly people and could only find a place to rest. The sleeves acted as fans, fanned the wind, and looked around.

Just then, after seeing a large tombstone, a white shadow flew in the wind, and she swallowed subconsciously.

Isn't it so unlucky, **** by day?

She wanted to escape subconsciously, but another gust of wind swept away the mist in the air, and the outline of the white shadow gradually appeared.

Xiao Hou?

With her eyes widened in astonishment, she broke through the iron shoes and found nowhere to go.

She didn't dare to stay, or she would be scared to death by a crow that ran out, so she hurried towards him.

Unfortunately, there are too many grass and vines on the ground. Although it is not far away, she spent a short time. When she walked to the ten steps from Xiao Hou, she could not move anymore. She supported her knees with her hands and half bent down and panted. Hold your breath.

After a break, she looked up to call him.

But when she saw the scene in front of her, she closed her mouth subconsciously.

The white clothes are floating, the son is like a jade, his face is picturesque, and it is placed elsewhere. It should be pleasing to the eye, but—

The ruins are broken, and the grass is flying like silk, desolate.

Grass is like grass, pine is like cover, wind is clothes, water is love.

From a distance, dark clouds cover the heavens and the earth, the heavens and the earth are dark, the wind is cloudy, and the drizzle is like a mist.

In heaven and earth, he was in white and became the only color in this black zone.

However, the loneliness and loneliness, like the thick ink dripping on the rice paper, slowly spread to the surroundings, eroding the wind little by little, soaking in the rain, and spreading infinitely.

She thought that the wind blowing on her might be bitter.

She had never seen him so lost, as if all things were gone, and in this world he was left alone.

There was no joy, no happiness, no hope, and I was surrounded by loneliness and walked tirelessly.

She would rather he be the appearance of gentle appearance and inner devious love calculations than see him sad and sad as if he was 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 he seemed to be separated by a world, making her afraid to disturb easily.

However, this kind of him made her inexplicably distressed.

Her gaze turned to the tombstone, the mottled slate, there were only four simple words, the tomb of Rockwell.

The characters looked a little naive, like a child's hand, but she felt a little familiar, as if the handwriting had been seen somewhere.

In front of the tombstone, there was a bunch of jasmine flowers, still covered with dew, and the small white flowers bloomed brightly.

In the air, it seems that the faint fragrance can be smelled, refreshing.

A wave of cold wind blew up, swelling his horns, and his clothes fluttered, as if he had to go home by accident.

He is like immersed in his own world, lonely, revealing his truest self.

No camouflage, no mask, no insincerity, no scorn.

He took off his warm coat, like a traveler with a shackle on his shoulders, so heavy.

She thought that his affection for Luo Fei must be deep, so after so many years, the mourning was still so sad.

"How long are you planning to watch there?"

When she thought about it, a cold voice penetrated the rain and fog, reaching her ears.

She looked up at him subconsciously, but fell into the indifferent eyes of Liuli.

At that moment, my heart seemed to be hit by something, as if the eyes were suddenly brightened.

Eyes without false smiles turned out to be so pretty.

I can't help but want to touch it.