Chapter 128 (2/2)

The tombstone is simply engraved with the names of the two people, there is no other writing.

”Let everything go with the wind, let everything use care, let the past Fly. ” Li Hong said faintly.

Fingers caress the photos on the tombstone, as if Bailu and Xiaohan happened yesterday.

Bai Chun came slowly and stood in front of Li Hong. She took out a light red sachet and said with red eyes, ”my Lord, this is the one of Bailu and Xiaohan.”

Li Hong looked up at the blue sky, took the sachet in Bai Chun's hand, opened it and gently pulled out the hair inside. It seemed that there was blood on the hair of that day.

Looking at the two people's hair, Li Hong grinned bitterly and put it back and tied it up. Naturally, he hung it around his neck and said softly, ”no matter what, no one of you is allowed to leave me. I don't like it.”

After saying that, he took a deep look at the tombstone, two beautiful white dew and Xiaohan portraits, and then turned away.

Nine to ten generations, he has already seen through the life and death of him, but never a life like this one, so loved by people, let themselves want to cry, want to laugh, want to howl, want to cry, they will be loyal to accompany themselves around.

The youth on the flying skateboard in the palace and the two gasping and sweating maidens, Bai Lu and Xiao Han, said, ”Your Highness, please slow down. We can't run.”

”Your Highness, stop, the queen is coming.”

”Master, run quickly. Here comes the Royal Shiwang Yifang.”

”Sir, your majesty is here. Would you like to hide for a while?”

The autumn wind, with its unique bleakness, swept over the sea of flowers behind Li Hong, swept over the white tombstone, and then across the sea of flowers.

Before the beautiful petals fully bloom, they slowly wither under the destruction of the bleak autumn wind. A shower of flower rain dances behind Li Hong, like crying, or the whispering farewell of Bailu and Xiaohan.

Taiyi city was slowly left behind, the setting sun with a long shadow, but also to the earth stained with a layer of gold.

After returning to the palace, his royal highness was ordered by Li Zhi and Wu Mei to practice martial arts at the same time. Since you respect your grandfather, you have to be as good at both civil and military skills as your grandfather did in those years.

As a result, the prince's highness or the Secretary of the Ministry of Hubu is now forced to practice martial arts every day in the Imperial Palace, in addition to the government affairs of the upper court and the Ministry of Hubu.

It's necessary to build up a strong body by horse writing and then horizontal sword. When it's not light every day, they are called out from the quilt by the summer solstice and Xiaoxue. But can the two maids manage him?

So, Empress Wu Mei's red lips light open: ”from tomorrow, the prince's highness and this palace live together in Ziwei hall, from this palace to wake him up every day.”

A light floating will, but let the palace as if covered with a layer of shadow.

Li Xian and Li Zhe already had their own palace and maiden. When they heard the news, their faces suddenly turned pale.

They know that Laowu was favored by them, but now he has become the crown prince. He was recalled to the Ziwei hall by the Empress Dowager because he couldn't get up to bed after practicing martial arts. The Empress Dowager was responsible for calling him to get up every day.

Such a favor, let two people feel that this day seems to fall down like! And they are more likely to have been forgotten by his father and his mother.

Li Hong is not happy how to get up, so that he really want to say goodbye to the warm quilt.

Someone reluctantly carried the maids and eunuchs with them, and returned to the harem again with a face of doomsday. It looked like a bird who had been re locked up and lost its freedom to fly in the sky.

However, his highness is not ordinary people. After being pulled by Wu Mei everyday and pulled out of the quilt, he began to think about the countermeasures.

Finally, every day, someone is carrying a cross knife on his left waist and a horse on his right waist.

The horse's head, which is more than three Zhangs long, is more than half of that of Li Hong. Every day, Li Hong drags the horse's head everywhere. The sharp spear blade smashes the ground paved with bluestone, and the sound of creaking and cheering can be heard from a long distance.

The horizontal knife of waist strength has to be tied several times with Xiaoxue every day. Two days ago, they relaxed a little and didn't take good care of the cross knife on the prince's waist. The knife suddenly fell off from his waist and hit someone's ankle and neck. Therefore, someone took a rest for several days.

At the moment, Wu Mei listened to the squeaky sound coming from outside. Finally, she couldn't help the black line in her head: ”Li Hong, can you hold up your horse's name for me?”