"Class leader."

Sitting in front of the dying clan leader's couch, Duanmu Zunyue suddenly felt very confused.

There is only one old and one young in the house.

"I know everything that happened in the palace," the old man lying on the couch sighed, "You must walk carefully in the future, and there will be a death disaster in your future."

"Class leader, don't worry, even if I can't protect myself, I will do my best to protect the family."

The old patriarch sighed again, "I'm leaving, Wu Zhu... I need to protect myself."

The old man closed his eyes without any pain.

The breath gradually fades.

Duanmu Zunyue looked at the old man with her eyes closed and suddenly felt empty.

The only person she had to tell was the old patriarch. As soon as he left, her uneasy heart didn't know where to put it.

"Squeak!"

The thick wooden door was pushed open, and the outside was full of guardians.

"How is he like the patriarch?" the elder stepped forward and asked anxiously.

"Prepare the ritual," Duanmu Zunyue said, "I will preside over this ritual."

Everyone's eyes darkened.

Slowly kneel down.

Looking at these people, Duanmu Zunyue's heart became even more confused.

"Ayue, you go back and take a break first. Leave it to the uncles and uncles to deal with it," Duanmu Fangkong walked up and patted her shoulder gently, "Thank you for your hard work these days."

Duanmu Zunyue looked up at her family and shook her head, "I'm here to guard her, the patriarch is so important to me..."

"Then just watch it. As for those things, our elders can do it," Duanmu Fangkong was reluctant to let go of his daughter, so he turned around and told his son to ask him to take good care of Duanmu Zunyue and went to work hard.

The clan leader’s funeral is a big deal, and you can’t be careless.

The Duanmu family’s highest etiquette was presided over by Wu Zhu.

...

After a ritual came, Duanmu Zunyue stayed at Duanmu's house for several days.

Not long after the new emperor ascended the throne, there are still many things to do. Duanmu Zunyue stayed for several days, and Chu Yu did not send anyone to visit him.

Perhaps in Chu Yu's eyes, a woman like Duanmu Zunyue is too strong and does not need anyone to comfort or care.

Duanmu Zunyue always locked herself in the Duanmu family's sacred hall, constantly absorbing the knowledge of Qimen Dunjia.

The patriarch left, and she had to walk alone for longer.

She never took the death disaster seriously.

"Third brother, Sister Zunyue seems very sad. When will she lock herself up?" Duanmu Lerong's voice came from outside the temple.

"I don't know," Duanju Xinglan sighed, "The patriarch is too important to her. She must be sad when she leaves like this suddenly. Let her slow down and don't come over to disturb her again."

"Third brother... I'm a little bit carrying Sister Zunyue. My father said that Sister Zunyue will carry too much by herself, and it will be very hard. I, I want to accompany Sister Zunyue."

The girl's tender voice was still heard, Duanmu Zunyue raised her head from the book in her hand and looked at the strange graphics engraved in the huge gossip map.

These are the formations left by each ancestor, as well as some morals.

One day in the future, she will leave her own mark on it.

In the name of Duanmu Zunyue.

She pushed the door and walked out, squinted her eyes slightly to block the dazzling sunlight.

Looking at the ten-year-old Duanmu Leirong, he waved.

"Sister Zunyue!"

"I'm fine, go back," Duanmu Zunyue touched her head, looked at Duanju Xinglan, and nodded slightly, "There are still many affairs in the court waiting for me to deal with, and the people also need me, so I will sue the elders in my family for me. When the new patriarch is selected, I will go home again."

"Zhuyue."

"Brother Third, I have my own way to go, and the Duanmu family also has my own way to go, so there is no need to say more."

"The third brother just hopes that you can think more easily. The patriarch leaves peacefully without any pain. This is the best result for the old man."

"I know," Duanmu Zunyue smiled, nodded at him, and the person left.

"Third Brother," Duanmu Lerong looked at Duanju Xinglan with a slight understanding.

"You sister Zunyue will be fine. Let's go. Don't you have homework? Don't be lazy here."

Duanmu Lerong stuck out his tongue at him.

...

The old Duanmu Mansion several years later.

Mu Jinghong, wearing a priest robe, stood in front of the undestroyed temple, looking up at the complete mural, and remained motionless for a long time.

No one was following behind him.

Since the opening of the temple built by Chu Qi for her, it has become the most lively place in Kyoto City.

And she gradually penetrated into the hearts of the people.

She didn't know whether such a thing was good or bad to become an unshakable "god".

He took off the dagger, walked to the temple, and carved her most proud formation with one knife and one stroke. When he left the words, it was not Mu Jinghong but Duanmu Zunyue.

This was what she wanted to do back then.

It was not until now that it could be realized. With Mu Jinghong's hand, he carved the mark of Duanmu Zunyue.

It takes less than a few years for the world to forget Duanmu Zunyue, and even the existence of the Duanmu family has become shallow.

She wanted to leave something for Duanmu Zunyue.

Her hands were worn and blisters did not stop.

It is portrayed stroke by stroke on another wall. If it fails in one day, it will take two days.

When someone reported to the Regent, Mu Jinghong had been there for several days.

Seeing the person walking out, Chu Qi frowned first, "I heard that Ah Hong has been here for many days. Have you found anything new?"

Mu Jinghong remembered that when he walked out that day, there were people from the Duanmu family looking at him, and it was him now!

The cycle of fate tied him and her tightly together.

In another ten years, will they still be like the beginning?

"What's wrong?"

Seeing that her eyes looked at her were a little strange, Chu Qi took a few steps forward and stood in front of her, with deep affection and concern.

Mu Jinghong shook his head, "I just saw the portrayal left by the ancestors of the Duanmu family. I was puzzled and fascinated by some of them."

"I said, "Who dares to say anything to you, it turns out it is this. I will immediately let someone take down the murals and transport them to the temple, so you can slowly watch them there."

"This is something belonging to the Duanmu family. The ones the prince gave me are enough."

"Ah Hong gave me a little different feeling today," Chu Qi looked at the person in front of him and said with some uncertainty, "It seems like this feeling has been seen by someone."

"Is that true?" Mu Jinghong smiled, "Maybe the prince is thinking too much."

"Maybe I thought Ah Hong so hard that she had such an illusion. Ah Hong has ignored me these days and left me in the palace to educate the little emperor..."

Listening to Chu Ji's complaint, Mu Jinghong's eyes also had a smile, "Then I'll go back to accompany the prince now!"

Chu Qi smiled with satisfaction and hugged her out.

When he walked outside the hall, he turned around and looked deep. A moment flashed in his mind the scene of Mu Jinghong that rainy night, and the awe-inspiring woman who once stood in front of the long palace road with an umbrella without any sensation. Looking at him in a somewhat embarrassed manner through the rain, she said, "Chu Qi, I'll pick you out of the palace."

At that time, the palace was in chaos, and she might have thought that he was innocent and his sympathy was flooded.

How did he respond to her at that time? The memory suddenly became clear.

He laughed at that time and said sarcastically, "Dunmu Zunyue, this is the result you want. He pulled Chu Yu and stepped on his brother's blood to ascend to the Supreme Nine Five. I, Chu Ji, don't need your Duanmu Zunyue's sympathy. Under your blinded eyes, you may not have known what kind of person I am."

He used himself to remind her that Chu Yu had another side.

She handed him the umbrella, said nothing, turned around and walked into the rain curtain, while he grabbed the umbrella dyed with faint fragrance, watching her figure moving away becoming more and more blurred.

Looking down at the person holding in his hand affectionately, Chu Qi smiled silently, extremely magnificent and beautiful!

Holding her hand until she grows old...
Chapter completed!