Naruto let down her guard, "You'll come to me one day." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

As if hooking the corners of his lips, he sneered, "Now I will also go to the side of the prince and insert the sword." ”

He laughed, "So you have to have a sharp sword first." ”

It's like, "Does the prince believe that success or failure depends on weapons?"

He shook his head, "No, that's something that can only be decided by a sharp heart." ”

Mingqin looked at the back of the departing figure, and felt that there was a faint shout in the silent footsteps, she hated herself, what did it matter there, it was that she didn't have enough epiphany, at least not enough epiphany to realize that he was the best for her. That's simply avoiding herself.

The white figure that appeared in front of Uncle Guo three times, and disappeared like a phantom three times, made Uncle Guo completely doubt himself, and the shadow that kept appearing in front of him made him feel that it was a real existence. What's even more strange is that this kind of discovery not only did not bring him panic, but made him feel happy, and he even began to feel nostalgic for that figure.

He told the steward about his constant discovery of the white figure, and the steward suggested that he should do a ritual to ward off evil spirits, but his idea was different.

Uncle Guo took advantage of Huan'er to go out again and came to her yard again, and the feeling surging in his heart was strange and excited.

But this time, the long silence in the room made him a little uncomfortable.

After a long time, he seemed disappointed to confirm that the figure would never be in his mind again.

He closed his eyes tightly, the sting of flesh and blood rushing to his heart, and he thought that he had finally lost even the phantom.

It wasn't until the tip of his nose smelled a faint fragrance that he suddenly came back to his senses, and he almost jumped up, as if he had pulled out of the pain of his past and present lives, for he saw the shadow again, and this time, she was very close, and the open window blew her hair softly and brushed his face, and the real feeling made him want to cry out loud.

"You've come to see me at last," he said, in a trembling voice, "and he almost choked up, "I knew you were coming." ”

She looked at him with the sun on her back, her eyes shining like jewels, blinked, moved her lips again, and still didn't make a sound.

He seemed to suddenly realize that this time was different from the previous ones, and he saw her face, because they were so close, and saw the tears in her eyes, because those eyes were closer, and then, there was a slight gasp. Then, finally, something more important was discovered. This is not the woman in his heart, but it has a more fatal attraction than that woman.

It's no wonder that every time I look back, there is a sense of déjà vu in addition to that crazy longing.

At this time, the April flowers floating outside the window, the occasional petal, blown into the open window, quietly perched on the dressing table, as if only one petal ignited the whole spring, and they looked at each other like that, as if it had been for a thousand years.

The woman in front of her closed her eyes, and gently, half-turned, seemed to be about to run away again. He hurriedly grabbed his sleeve, "This time, I won't let you go easily, and I won't let you go." ”

She looked at him with some sadness, and did not seem to rejoice at his words, and then, on the contrary, tried harder to suppress more sadness, and he suddenly pulled her directly into his arms with great force. The softness hit his chest, and he almost melted first.

"Dreams. At the moment when she was struggling, he couldn't hide the longing in his heart, "Do you still want to leave?

She nodded, tears dripping down her face at that action.

He propped up her jaw, his eyes gentle, "What's the use of this wealth? I don't have you anymore." You know, I've had a messy time all these years. But you've always been by my side, and I've missed you in such a daze. Those literati are always right, what we have really lost, is so ridiculous that we don't even know it! You see, God has taken pity on me like this, and let me find you again. The skin of his hands trembled, and such a tremor made him forget for a moment where he was, and what was the past of the woman in front of him?

His hand, from her chin slowly stroked her cheek, and then gently stopped, it was smooth, like a fine white porcelain skin, so that he was reluctant to add a little more strength, it was a beauty he had never felt before, her breath and breath, let him cherish it very much, feeling the person in his arms leaning towards him, he was so excited that he almost couldn't breathe. Then, at once, her warmth enveloped him.

They fell together in the veil.

He reached out and stroked the slippery skin on her shoulder, and when he heard his own voice, he asked in a trembling voice, so light and so light, like a spring with only one little finger, so thick, "What is it that the years have taken away from you? You are still so young, and I am already old." ”

She raised her head and smiled at him, throwing the softness in her eyes over his almost uncontrollable ambition, "They have taken away the misunderstandings and hurts of the past, and you and I are so affectionate again." Most importantly, they took away those hateful scars, they really took away everything that shouldn't be there. This is all because of the blessings and concubines brought by the husband's life. ”

The eldest princess, who was sitting in front of the bookcase and writing, suddenly stopped her pen and asked Aunt Xiangmi, "From your point of view, the former lady who is so beautiful and does not look like a mortal can really shake the greedy heart of Uncle Guo? ”

Aunt Narumi lowered her head and said firmly, "The slave maid thinks that because there is no true love, it is just a simple purpose of seducing revenge, so it will definitely succeed." ”

The eldest princess was silent for a long time, looking at the flower path outside the window, I don't know when, it has been covered with layers of mist, those flower pavilion rockeries, vaguely caged into an illusion, people want to explore it, "I have to say, that former lady, really very courageous, suffered those crimes, can still be like that, as if nothing happened, return to him like nothing." Instead, she directly bitten the person she hated to the bone. It seems that in this world, there are not only lovers made in heaven, but also rivals made in heaven. But you see, although they are completely different, love and hate, you can look at it from a distance, the styles of the two ideas are so similar, they are all memories that will never be forgotten in life, even a slight aftertaste, will make waves in the heart, and be easily pierced by the memory of that time, and even suffocated. In this sense, there really is no essential difference between love and hate. If there is really a difference, it will be bleak if it is love. Revenge like her, kill him, and keep him in her collection for the rest of his life, as if she really got everything from him. On the contrary, it is love, and life is like separation, and the question of belonging seems to be clear only when you die. That's why it's much easier to hate than to love someone. ”