The surroundings of Rumo Pavilion were quiet and dark. The lake under the pavilion was calm and without any waves. Lin Chonghan lowered his head and could only see a few fish swimming in the water.

"If you really want to do this," she said with difficulty, "I will definitely support you. It's just that you almost died five years ago, so you have to be more careful when you go to the south."

Gu Qingzhang stood with his hands behind his hands, smiled and said nothing.

At this point in the conversation, they had nothing to say. Gu Qingzhang mentioned that there was a road leading to the shore and invited Lin Chonghan to accompany him.

The two walked side by side, and no one said anything, but Lin Chonghan did not feel embarrassed, but rather enjoyed the quiet moment - until they reached the end of the road and heard a trembling "Brother?"

Gu Zhao just came out to sober up. He looked at the two people in front of him and vaguely felt that something was not right. He asked: "Brother, what are you...?"

Lin Chonghan looked embarrassed. She wanted to find an excuse to excuse herself, but Gu Qingzhang calmly said "hmm" and then continued to speak in that calm tone -

"As you can see, I am interested in Chonghan."

Gu Zhaoru was struck by lightning. He looked at Lin Chonghan, but the other party avoided his sight.

She acquiesced.

"Gu Qingzhang," Gu Zhao said through gritted teeth, "this is your sister-in-law."

Gu Qingzhang sneered.

He was half a head taller than Gu Zhao. Gu Qingzhang stepped forward and looked down at him, his pupils emotionless and cold.

"So what? Anyway, you have reconciled."

Gu Zhao was so angry that his teeth chattered and veins popped out on his forehead.

He recalled everything from his childhood to adulthood. His parents always favored his eldest brother, and he could just take the title. Even during the five years when Gu Qingzhang's life and death were unknown, his father never thought of letting him continue to take the title.

Now, even his wife, Gu Qingzhang, wants to snatch her away.

Gu Zhao was filled with anger for a moment. This flame was mixed with the jealousy that he had suppressed for a long time, causing him to rush forward and punch hard. Gu Qingzhang was defenseless and he hit his head to the side.

Lin Chonghan was shocked by this sudden turn of events. She glanced at the two brothers with uncertain eyes and did not dare to act rashly for a moment.

Gu Qingzhang spat out a mouthful of blood, turned his head, and his right eye was faintly golden.

After Gu Zhao took action, he already regretted it.

But when they meet on a narrow road, the brave wins. His cowardice was so obvious that Gu Qingzhang saw through it at a glance.

"Why didn't you fight?" he asked coldly, "Why, do you regret it?"

Gu Zhao was forced to take a half step back by the blood and cruelty in his eyes.

"Aren't you curious about who Chong Han's song "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix" was written to?"

Gu Qingzhang unexpectedly did not take action, but said: "Afraid of being asked, I swallowed my tears and pretended to be happy. I was in the south five years ago, and my life and death were uncertain. This poem of hers was written for me."

His tone was so firm that Gu Zhao couldn't help but turn his head to look at Lin Chonghan. Gu Qingzhang moved half a step to block his view. His protection for Lin Chonghan was almost obvious, and Gu Zhao couldn't believe it.

He was nailed to the spot by this fact and could not move. He could only let his brother protect his former wife and pass by him.

Gu Zhao wanted to say something, but he could only open his mouth in vain. After a long time, his soul returned to his body, and Gu Zhao realized what he was mumbling.

He was saying: "Chonghan, don't leave."

But Lin Chonghan never looked back at him from beginning to end.

*

After experiencing this suddenly, both Gu Qingzhang and Lin Chonghan were a little silent. They changed from side by side to one behind in tacit agreement. Just as they turned a corner, they heard a faint cry in front of them.

The moon on the fifteenth day was as full as a jade plate. The clear light of the moon and the surrounding palace lanterns were enough for them to see the road under their feet. But this was a palace after all, and many people had died in the past. This burst of resentful cries made Lin Chonghan

Subconsciously, he leaned closer to Gu Qingzhang.

Gu Qingzhang smiled. He had deep inner strength and could hear only one person crying in front of him. But for some ulterior reason, he still chose to remain silent.

When the two of them approached, Lin Chonghan saw the figure in front of him clearly and said in surprise: "Second brother?"

Lin Shijing sat on the stone bench with an impatient face, holding a tea cup and drinking tea. There was a whole pot of tea on the table next to him. A man squatted on the ground, burning paper in a copper basin, sobbing while burning.

The sound just now should have been made by him.

Seeing Lin Chonghan, Lin Shijing put down the tea cup. Just as she was about to speak, her eyes glanced at Gu Qingzhang behind her, but she chose not to ask more: "Chonghan, this is the third prince."

Is the one crying while burning paper the third prince? Lin Chonghan was a little surprised, but he still behaved politely.

"You're welcome, Princess." Third Prince Lian Yunquan stood up and wiped his nose and tears with Lin Shijing's sleeve while Lin Shijing was looking at him murderously. "Your brother and I are good friends."

He also saw Gu Qingzhang behind Lin Chonghan, so he also said hello.

"Ah, it's the Marquis of Ning'an. What a coincidence."

Lin Shijing pulled back his sleeve from his hand and said with a smile: "Your Highness, we have finished worshiping your daughter now, can we go back to the banquet?"

Lin Chonghan watched the third prince pour out the ashes in the basin neatly and skillfully. He pursed his lips and felt a little regretful. Nannan sounded like the name of a little girl, maybe his daughter who died young.

As soon as Lin Shijing saw his sister's expression, he knew that she might have some misunderstanding. He had no choice but to explain: "Nannan is a potted flower raised by His Highness. It just died today."

Lin Chonghan:?

The third prince, Lian Yunquan, quickly eliminated all traces of the scene. He was very angry at the disdain in Lin Shijing's tone and argued: "There is also a flower god among flowers. You are still a talented man and you don't even know this."

"When the flowers fade and the flowers fly all over the sky, who will pity me when the red fades and the fragrance fades?"

Lin Shijing: "...Your Highness, this is already the twenty-seventh pot of flowers you have buried in the fifteenth day of this month. If you really pity the flower god, please stop growing flowers in the future, okay?"

Lian Yunquan felt very angry about this, rolled up his sleeves and prepared to repair Lin Shijing.

The two left noisily. Looking at Lian Yunquan's back, Lin Chonghan was quickly stunned. She turned to look at Gu Qingzhang with doubts in her eyes.

Gu Qingzhang nodded slightly: "The third prince was born with a foot disease and has always been lame."

Lin Chonghan suddenly realized that no wonder his brother, who was always cautious, would be friends with Lian Yunquan, because he had no chance of being in that position.

When she returned to the banquet, she unexpectedly found that the seat next to the Queen Mother had been occupied by the fawning concubines and ladies.

Looking at the people vying to flatter each other, Lin Chonghan shook her head. It happened that the seat next to her was always empty, so she simply sat down.

The Lantern Festival was a boring time, but fortunately the palace dishes were delicious and the singers' singing and dancing were also excellent, which gave her great relief.

After the banquet, on the carriage back, Lin Chonghan poured sobering tea for his drunken father and brother. There were some preserved fruits in the drawer of the carriage. She handed it to Lin Shijing: "Brother is not in good health, so he shouldn't drink so much wine."

Lin Shijing lay slumped, and waved his hand: "Well, it's the Lantern Festival... it won't hurt to drink a little." He closed his eyes and counted the days, and said "Hmm" unexpectedly, "Counting the days, I'll be in Jiangnan in the third autumn."
Chapter completed!