General

Li Shihong was buried on the sixth day of the first lunar month, and Lan Jing and Li Xuan came to the gate of Li Mansion early in plain clothes and white robes. Because of the order of the emperor of Longxiao Kingdom, everything was done with the etiquette of a first-rank military lord, so the scene was naturally very grand.

The morning sun was slightly dew, and although the sky was no longer snowing, it was still not clear, and the whole world seemed to be shrouded in a depressing fog.

The funeral procession was marching through the streets, everyone was wearing sackcloth and white mourning, kowtowed at nine steps, weeping bitterly.The yellow paper flying all over the sky fluttered to the ground and was slowly run over by the wheels. The servants carried the paper golden boys and girls, cattle, horses and livestock, pavilions, and even golden mountains and silver trees, and followed them step by step. thereafter.

The huge coffin of golden nanmu was carried forward slowly all the way, but the paper money floating in the wind inadvertently confused Li Xuan's eyes, and brought him back to the snowy night suddenly.

"I'm relieved to see you all come back safely."

"Xuan'er, you have nothing to worry about...let's do what you should do..."

When he was dying, his father's eyes were already a little cloudy, and even the eyes staring at him were empty and blurred.He grasped himself tightly with his dead branch-like hands, and whispered to him word by word.

That ruthless man who has dominated the battlefield all his life, but at this last moment... tears flowed down his face.

do what you have to do...

Perhaps it was the excessive sadness that disturbed his thoughts that day, and such an obvious hint made him not realize the meaning of the words until today.

Father is begging to die.

After Li Su's death...

When she saw herself being protected by Lan Jing with her weak body in front of Li Xueshi, she probably had already made a decision.

His illness and his death were all endings he had already arranged for himself.

Indescribably sad...

The corners of Li Xuan's eyes were a little wet, but he turned his head to look at Lan Jing's worried eyes, he reached out his hand silently, and held his cool fingertips in a comforting way. The funeral procession was still slowing down in the cold wind. Move forward slowly, but between the interlocking fingers, there is a ray of warmth that reaches the bottom of my heart.

……

The joyous New Year, but always with a hint of sadness.Even though Li Xuan didn't show anything on the surface, Lan Jing couldn't hide his self-blaming eyes.

In a blink of an eye, it is Shangyuan, and the laziness of the festival has not faded away, and the smoke of the new year has quietly ignited.

After Li Shihong's death, the regent sent a large number of troops to the northwest border, and the food and supplies also increased a lot compared to previous years.The intention is very obvious, it is to control the border situation, so that Li Xuan will never have the opportunity to regain military power.

The news of Li Xuan's dismissal from the army had already been brought back to Xuanming Kingdom by the spies of the Blood Pavilion, but until now, the other party has been very quiet, even a bit horrifyingly quiet.

Li Xuan always felt a little uneasy about this matter. According to past experience, the Xuanming people at this moment are like a ferocious beast that retracts its sharp claws and lurks in the shadows, waiting to be killed by a single blow at any time.

In Chenghuan Hall, Lan Jing specially set up two tables of banquets to reward everyone, Ling Feng, Qi Min and many close friends in the mansion were all invited.

In the evening, the rays of the sun crept across the exquisite window edges in the hall, and each familiar figure took their seats silently, greeting each other in low voices and waiting for Lan Jing to arrive.

Pushing open the gorgeous palace door, Lan Jing took Li Xuan's arm and walked into the room slowly. At this time, he was wearing a plain brocade robe, with a suet white jade spirit fox hairpin pinned to his head. After half a month, he is still with Li Xuan Suyi and vegetarian until today.

Even the Lantern Festival, which is celebrated all over the world, was streamlined and only two tables of family banquets were set up in the end.

The two walked to the main seat together, and Lan Jing looked sideways at the serious-looking man, picked up two wine cups from the table, handed one carefully to Li Xuan's hand, and pinched the other between her fingers.

Looking up and seeing that everyone present has arrived, Lan Jing raised the wine cup in her hand, and just about to speak, she suddenly saw Ling Feng stand up respectfully, bowing mysteriously in front of her: " My lord, there is another person who wants to congratulate you on the new year, and he has been waiting outside the courtyard for a long time!"

"who?!"

Lan Jing looked around again, and it seemed that there was no omission, so she raised her head full of doubts, and looked at Ling Feng with frowns.