Xia Xiwan stretched out her trembling hand and covered her face. At this moment, she broke down and cried. Any hot tears shuttled through her fingers.

Lu Hanting's eyes are red. He reaches out his hand and holds Xia Xiwan in his arms. Tonight, the moon is hazy, and their sadness drowns them like the tide.

....

Lu Hanting and Xia Xiwan set out immediately and went back to West China. Lu Zixian was alone when he left. Now they went back to see him.

Lu Zixian was born in the imperial capital and was the second son of the Lu family. However, he was not buried in the imperial capital or moved to the tomb ridge of the Lu family. He was only buried on the Bank of the Luoshui river.

Xia Xiwan, wearing a black coat, stands quietly in front of the tombstone. At this time, West China has entered the coldest season. There is a picture of Lu Zixian on the tombstone. His cool and elegant appearance is engraved into eternity here.

Sitting in a wheelchair, Lu Hanting's secretary whispered, "president, the old lady has learned the bad news of master Zixian. She turns gray overnight. Fortunately, aunt Yinyin is with her. It's just After all, Zixian is the descendant and blood of the Lu family. His root is in the imperial capital. The old lady has also said something. Shall we Take master Zixian home? "

Lu Hanting looks at Xia Xiwan by the river. She doesn't speak any more when she comes back. Now she is standing beside Lu Zixian. He doesn't go there or disturb her, because he knows that this is her time with Lu Zixian.

Lu Hanting lightly opened thin lips, "who did Zixian's affairs?"

"It's young master Yiyi."

Lu Hanting slowly hooked his thin lips, then murmured, "that's it. Yiyi means Zixian. Which home do you want to go back to?"

Imperial capital, it's not Zixian's home.

Zixian left home early and began to wander around. He took care of himself and grew up.

Lu Hanting looked up and looked at the Bank of Luoshui river. In the war between huaxilanlou and the sharks, the water of the ancestors of Lanlou dyed the half of Luoshui red. Later that night, Zixian pulled out the Xuanyuan sword and the red clouds filled the sky. From then on, the water of Luohe River was washed away.

Now the whole Luohe River is clear and sparkling, and the sound of flowing water comes from the ear. The evergreen trees along the river are flowing and the years are quiet.

"You see." Lu Hanting said in a low voice.

What?

The Secretary followed Lu Hanting's eyes.

"You see, Lanlou is on the other side of Luoshui. Because wanwan is there, Zixian is here. Zixian was born for her, died for changqingshi, and lives beside her. Wherever Zixian's home is, neither the emperor nor the Lu's, it's home where she is."

Lu Zixian's encounter in the street of the young imperial capital ignited the most brilliant fireworks of his life. He also experienced feelings, hatred, hatred and desire, but not love. Although he was only 27 years old, his life was complete.

Lu sijue and Lu Zixian are the same.

....

Lu Hanting and Xia Xiwan return to the West China royal family. Lu Hanting soon falls down. With his current body, he has gone all the way with Xia Xiwan to his utmost limit.

The doctor put on the oxygen mask for Lu Hanting. Xia Xiwan stood beside the bed with red eyes. She watched Lu Hanting breathing, inhaling and exhaling very hard. Every time, she put a layer of white fog on the oxygen mask.

Xia Xiwan holds Lu Hanting's hand, tears blur his eyes, but he can't say a word.

Lu Hanting knew that she was sad in her heart. She was still dressed in black, with a small white flower in her ear. When she just came back from Lu Zixian's tomb, her hands were cold, cold without temperature.