When Xia Houran returned to the newly purchased house, Xu Jitong did not come back. The servants all worked peacefully and then went to bed early. She had no appetite after she came back, so she went back to her room to rest.
I don't know why she returned to Xingyu Palace in her dream. Just like many nights in the past, Xiahou Yazou would let her sit in front of the bronze mirror and comb her hair. The scene was peaceful and warm.
In fact, Xia Hou Ranluo is not very sure why she has been living in Xingyu Palace, because Xia Hou Yazou told her that she had a serious illness when she was thirteen years old, so her memory was somewhat damaged, but no matter what, her extraordinary
Her beautiful appearance and talent that no one else has have proved that she is a bloodline of the Xiahou family. As the last woman in the Xiahou family, she is the one who should naturally become his wife.
It seems that she will be seventeen years old after the next summer solstice. In the more than three years since she fell ill and lost her memory at the age of thirteen, Xia Hou Ranluo has never had the slightest doubt about her memory, because Xia Hou Yazuo was obsessed with her.
Love made her clearly feel the care of her relatives. They were masters and apprentices, relatives, friends and lovers.
When Xiahou Yazhuo was fourteen years old, she brought Ji Yuanqing to her. Ji Yuanqing, who was ten years older than her, followed her like a nun and a guard. Ji Yuanqing liked her very much and longed for her very much.
He wanted to become her husband as soon as possible, but it's a pity that she has a child's heart and has never cared about the feelings between men and women.
In the dream, Ji Yuanqing went hunting with her on horseback. It seemed like a memory of a day in the past. In the dream, she smiled very happily.
She took a bow handed over by Ji Yuanqing, drew the arrow, and shot out with a "whoosh" sound. A snow-white little rabbit was shot to the ground.
It started to snow in the sky, and the white snow in the sky covered the ground in a blink of an eye. The little rabbit fell in the snow, the arrows on his body were stained with blood, and the color was as bright as its eyes.
Xia Houran got off her horse and stepped forward to pick up her prey. However, when she stepped forward, she discovered that what she shot was not a rabbit, but... Ziren Yuanchen.
With white hair, white clothes, and red eyes, Ziren, who was shot in the chest by an arrow, fell in the snow in the early morning like a dying rabbit. His eyes were full of sadness, but he gradually lost his vitality.
Xia Hou Ranluo was frightened. She had never thought of letting her son Yuan Chen die. Even though she might not like him very much, she still didn't want to hurt her.
Xiahou Yazou said that she was the most cold and cruel, but also the most gentle and kind.
"Yuanchen!"
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"Yuanchen..." Xia Houran opened her eyes vaguely, but saw Ziren Yuanchen's face in front of her. She felt that she was still in a dream, otherwise how could Ziren Yuanchen be in her presence?
before?
The grief caused by the scene of him killing Ziren Yuanchen just now surged out. Xia Houranluo reached out and touched Ziren Yuanchen's face, but he cried unknowingly.
Ziren Yuanchen's white clothes and white hair may be because his red eyes give people a bloody smell, but his beauty is too feminine, and it is inevitable that he has a kind of coquettishness between a woman and a man.
