It's another month and a half. The evening breeze blows coolly, mixed with a breath that is unique to autumn. It's not so sharp that it's bone-bone, but it's not soft and gentle. It just brushes across people's skin, and hits it on the atrium, which always makes people unable to get rid of their minds.

This broken bridge has been in disrepair for a long time. The other end of the bridge penetrates deep into the bottom of the river. The moisture of the water vapor has already overwhelmed the crumbling broken bridge. The image of cracks and collapses seems to be in front of you. No matter how you look at it, there is a strong sense of depression here.

Even the willows by the river are now overshadowed by the arrival of late autumn and have no more vitality.

But if the scenery that is no longer vital is filled with a clear and tall figure, it would be a different matter.

The figure standing by the river stands in front of the wind, perhaps because of the reflection on the water surface, which makes his already thin figure even longer, adding a bit of unrealistic illusion.

Ling Jue didn't say anything, just stood quietly, his eyes empty, but his deep and distant tranquility was immersed in it. The boatman on the ferry had been waiting on the river not far away for a long time, and the sound of rowing in his hand could not help but become louder, as if he was expressing his impatience in this way.

The river is vast, and although there is only this boatman looking far away, it is obvious that Ling Jue is not the one who will be led by others' words and deeds. Therefore, fortunately, he reunited with his dry eyes and continued to wait for the invitation.

This is always the case in Kyoto. Before the coldness of winter has arrived, autumn has quietly explored to the world with a wisp of meanness.

Finally, the dead branches on the ground behind him were trampled by someone making a crisp and dry sound, and someone was approaching here.

The sound went from far to near with the sound of footsteps, but the breathing sound was a bit disordered.

What level should we reach to be considered familiar? In the past, this was just a feeling that was too general.

But this time, even without eyes looking, Ling Jue knew that this was not the person he was waiting for.

This parting may not be related until death, but will they be complacent because of their false judgment? Ling Jue suppressed the unknown loneliness in his heart, and his voice was even quieter than the windless and quiet river water at this moment. "Why didn't he come here in person?"

Eunuch Lu obviously rushed over all the way. He heard this and didn't care about how the other party did it without looking at it. He knew who the person was. He just patted his chest and tried to breathe. "Your Majesty is busy with court affairs, he..."

The court is busy? The court affairs are always full of ups and downs, and there are always troubles of inappropriate handling of the four seasons. So, can’t even find time to see a former friend like him?

Ling Jue took a deep breath, as if he wanted to suck all the coldness in the air into his lungs until he could no longer resist the stuffy feeling in his chest and coughed, "So, he sent you?"

Eunuch Lu was speechless for a moment and handed over the things he protected in his arms in a hurry, "This is what His Majesty's servant brought to the young master."

These words finally attracted Ling Jue's attention, but for some reason, the fresh green seemed particularly eye-catching at this moment.

As if he was a little scrubbing, Ling Jue pressed down the smile that floated beside his lips, which was a bit bitter or a sarcastic smile. "Where does the willow branches come from this season?"

It is actually not important where the willow branches come from. What matters is the meaning behind it.

Liu is homophonic with "Liu", so the ancients would fold such a willow branch during their farewells to express their sorrow of separation. Although everyone knows that separation is inevitable.

But what about Mingye? What does he mean? Will he have some emotions similar to those of the ancients?

Eunuch Lu didn't know the many twists and turns in Ling Jue's heart, but just lowered his eyes and replied, "Your Majesty ordered someone to open a new garden and found a gardener from the south to take care of it carefully. But after all, it violated the order of the four seasons and was difficult to avoid, so now there is only one willow tree left. Your Majesty is very caring."

Ling Jue smiled unanimously. This attitude made Eunuch Lu feel unsure. The rhetoric that had been prepared for a while was stuck in his throat at this moment, and he couldn't spit out a word.

Some people, even if their identities are different, have a feeling that others cannot compare with. And Ling Jue is exactly such a person.

Ling Jue took the willow branches with both hands and thanked Eunuch Lu. "Even if he doesn't come, the next words will be conveyed by Eunuch Lu."

"Hey." Eunuch Lu responded happily. No matter how twists and turns there were in the inside story, it would be the same as long as the purpose was achieved!

Ling Jue's words were concise and concise. It was clearly a matter of the country and the court, but from one of his mouth it was as plain as chatting after dinner.

Finally, he just nodded and left Eunuch Lu with a handsome and upright back.

The river was covered with gray mist, and the swelling white mist covered the view, leaving only the sound of rowing in my ears gradually fading away.

Not long after, even the sound of the boatman rowing completely faded.

Not far away, someone slowly took steps from the withered bushes, and the dead branches and leaves implicated him as annoyingly as spider silk. But he was unaware of this, only a pair of eyes staring at the center of the river, as if he could follow Ling Jue's distant figure after just one glance.

"Your Majesty." Eunuch Lu spoke in embarrassment, but his feet couldn't help but approached. "Since you are here, why not..."

Mingye then withdrew his gaze, his eyes full of tiredness no longer had the same kind of spirit as before. After so many twists and turns outside of control, he seemed to have seen a lot of things overnight, and suddenly he couldn't carry some things.

This is not a loss, but a real dissipation in the wind. As the saying goes, the dead are like this, and the helplessness will not be different from the present.

"Meeting will not be different." Some say goodbye may only be suitable for watching.

But in the end, no matter what situation you get, people will always hold on to those expectations, perhaps expecting that the situation will reverse, or perhaps they will just barely maintain a certain situation. Ling Jue will definitely understand the profound meaning behind that willow branch.

Since that's the case, why did he have to show up? Let Ling Jue leave just now should be the best choice. Perhaps in the years ahead, Ling Jue can still always consider his heartless old friend.

Look, everyone in the world says that the imperial family is the most cold-blooded and ruthless, and this is true.

Mingye held the corner of his mouth and hid the mocking smile under Gu Jing Wubo's face. Then, he stepped away from the broken bridge without looking back.

He is actually the same as any emperor from ancient times to the present, he likes to play with people's hearts and is as selfish as he wants.

Even if he had to use the last regret at the moment of parting, he wanted to let Ling Jue remember himself. All this was just because the person he could not forget was actually him.
Chapter completed!