Accompanied by the twelve death knells in the White Jade Palace, Liu bowed his head and walked in the familiar palace alley, but he didn't know where he was going.

He turned to Ling Fei, the bodyguard who was close to him, and said, "I want to be alone for a while. You drank cold wine with me last night, go back and rest."

Ling Fei only knew that Liu lost two of his closest relatives in one day, but he didn't know what those two closest relatives had said to Liu in the Queen Mother's bedroom just now. Ling Fei saluted

He said: "Your Highness, please forgive me and don't hurt the dragon's body. Your Highness didn't sleep last night, so Ling Fei had better send His Highness back to the palace first."

Liu Dao: "In less than two hours, the sun will set. I want to take a walk alone in the White Jade Palace while the sky is still bright. You go, I'm fine." Ling Fei had to bow and leave.

Liu Xin walked and unknowingly arrived at a remote lotus pond. The pond was covered with ice and covered with snow, and connected with the white jade platform in the distance.

The small boat beside the pool was motionless and had been trapped by the ice. Liu stepped onto the ice, and several palace attendants following behind him hurriedly shouted: "Your Highness, be careful! The water in this pool is deep and cold, and the ice is not solid!"

Liu Huan seemed to have not heard anything and was already drifting away on the ice.

The palace people did not dare to come forward to disturb him, and while they were arguing quietly and hesitating, Liu had already stepped onto the white jade platform on the other side.

The high platform was covered with snow and there were no footprints. Liu climbed to the top of the platform step by step. He couldn't help but think of the snowball fights he had with Shu'er here when he was a child. At that time, the ice in the lotus pond was very strong every year. At that time, Shu'er

She always likes to trample her own small footprints on the unmarked snow.

Liu stood on a high platform with his hands behind his back, overlooking the entire palace. It should have been a transcendent beauty, but at this time, he only felt that everything was devastated.

Shu'er, do you still remember? In the midsummer of that year, the stars were shining brightly. You and I were lying on our backs here to watch the stars. Suddenly, we heard the gossip from the palace people in the audience. You misunderstood and misbelieved your life experience, thinking that your biological father was not

King Huai of Song Dynasty was someone else.

Sorry, although I tried to comfort you over and over again, it was okay to be confused about your life experience, but I actually couldn't understand your pain at all.

It's funny how many years have passed. I was able to comfort you then, but now I can't comfort myself.

After I found you, I couldn't understand why you could wander around for several years without any news. Only today do I understand that you have been looking for your biological father and want to know who you really are.

In contrast, you actually have a lot of clues. As for me, my biological father has been dead for nearly thirty years. My mother has never mentioned such a person. The old woman also said that he was an unknown person.

.

I have no clues in the rumors, nor any tokens of evidence. The old woman deliberately concealed this matter, so she must have covered everything up long before she committed my father's death.

After so many years, this matter is like a stone sinking into the sea, and there is no trace in this life.

It’s a pity that I thought I was arrogant in literary and military skills, but in the end... I found that I was just a puppet used by the enemy, bound by the enemy, dedicated to the enemy, and died for the enemy!

As for my biological father, I will never be able to give him a proper burial or pay homage to him...

Shu'er, if you knew this, how would you comfort me? In fact, you wouldn't comfort me at all, because you already hate me.

But you know, the only thing that makes me happy at this time is that whether you are the daughter of King Huai of Song and the princess of Qi, or the daughter of King Yu of Chu and the princess of Chu, you and I are not related by blood. So.

Once here, I can still miss you and deceive myself into thinking about spending the rest of my life with you.

If resentment is also a kind of thought, forgive me, I would rather you hate me for the rest of your life.

As the sun set, Liu stood on the high platform and looked at the palace lanterns lit in the distance one after another. He didn't feel the biting cold wind in the evening, but felt lonely and confused in his heart.

What is my last name? Where is my ancestral home?

I have kept my duty until now, but I only live for others. What you are using is not only my complete life, but also my soul and my heart.

I am willing to give up everything for the Song State, become another's pawn again and again, and bear the world's infamy again and again. It's ridiculous that today I learned that the Song State and I actually have the hatred of killing my father and my mother!

And Shu'er, who I love most in this life, also turned against me because of everything I did for the Song Dynasty.

What did I do wrong? So much so that the gods in the sky actually played this huge joke on me!

What on earth did I do wrong?

Liu couldn't help covering his face and crying.

…

On the ice of the lotus pond, a woman wearing a light peach rabbit fur waistcoat, holding a lantern depicting flowers in one hand and a black fox fur cloak in the other, hurried towards the star-catching platform.

Under the white jade high platform, she stopped and raised her head, looked at the back of the man on the platform, and called out in a charming voice: "Your Highness is really easy to find!"

When the man turned around, the woman was already running and jumping up to the high platform.

The woman's cheeks were already flushed red by the cold wind. She put down the lantern, smiled, and wrapped the fox fur cloak around Liu.

With his vision blurred, Liu suddenly thought that this petite and light-footed woman was the Shu'er he longed for.

Before Liu could identify clearly, the woman suddenly hugged him, using her body to warm the cold King of Song.

The woman's face was buried in her broad and solid chest, and she said in a low voice: "Both grandma and queen mother passed away. Zi'er is also deeply saddened. Please forgive me and take care of your body. If your highness catches the cold here, how can you attend to the national mourning?"

Sacrifice? Come back and rest with Zi'er."

Liu came back to his senses, gently stroked the soft rabbit fur waistcoat, sneered, and said: "National funeral ceremony? When King Huai died in the battle of Zhao State, I remember clearly that the sacrifice ceremony is not necessary

I am in charge of it myself, I only need to cry in front of all the ministers, and then I will be done with it."

Ling Zi was still in Liu's arms, her hands slowly caressing Liu's back, and said: "Back then, Your Highness was young and had not yet taken charge of the government, so naturally there was no need to personally conduct the funeral ceremony. But now that His Highness is in his prime, wouldn't it be wrong if he did not personally preside over the national funeral?"

Carrying the name of unfilial piety?"

Liu's tone was cold: "Even if I don't catch the cold, I don't bother to attend to the national funeral. When they were alive, I thought I had done my best to fulfill my filial piety, but after death... I am tired and can't be so lenient. If Ling Mei is willing

It’s up to you to take care of the national mourning.”

Ling Zi said softly in Liu's arms: "If Your Highness really intends to leave the tedious things that you don't want to do to Zi'er, Zi'er will naturally be willing to share the worries for Your Highness. However, Zi'er is curious how His Highness will reward Zi.

Where is your son?"

Liu pushed Ling Zi aside, picked up the lantern on the side, and walked directly to the foot of the high platform. As he walked, he asked: "As long as you take care of the national funeral, I will give you whatever reward you want."

Ling Zi followed Liu closely, rolled her eyes, and said: "It's not a reward, but... national mourning is a great gift of the country. Since ancient times, those who preside over national mourning are either kings or queens. If your highness has no time to hold national mourning, you should pay your dues."

Leave it to the Queen to take care of it. But Sister Qiao’s position as queen has been deposed. Could it be that Your Highness has forgotten that there is no queen in the Song Dynasty at this time?”

Liu asked without looking back: "Do you want to be the queen of the Song Dynasty?"

Ling Zi stopped on the solid ice and asked instead of answering: "Your Highness, do you want to hear Zi'er's thoughts?"

Liu turned around and said, "Say."

Ling Zi said: "Zi'er doesn't dare to expect His Highness to treat Zi'er like the Dongfang Princess of Chu State. After all, Zi'er is indeed mediocre and nothing can compare to Dongfang Princess. Since she can't be your Highness's concern during his lifetime, Zi'er will

Take a step back and hope to be buried in the same quilt as His Highness after death. There is only one way to do this, which is to become the Queen of the Song Dynasty."

Liu couldn't help being stunned and sighed: "You and I are both pitiful chess pieces. It doesn't matter, since my wish cannot be obtained in this life, how about I fulfill your wish with a little effort?"

Ling Zi smiled and said: "Then I'll trouble Your Highness to raise a 'dragon claw'."

Liu heard this with interest, and when he raised his hand, Ling Zi had already jumped in front of him in three steps and two steps at a time, and held his hand with both hands.

Liu felt warm in his heart and patted Ling Zi on the shoulder: "You know how much I care about you, but you are still sincere to me. I'm very grateful. I can't give you much, but it's just the Queen of the Song Dynasty.
Chapter completed!