"Regent Yue Wang. Xin Yi muttered these four words dreamily, so unfamiliar that his throat was astringent, and he was hoarse.

Whether she wants to or not, deceive herself or wait empty, this deception in love has finally revealed the truth, and the funny thing is that it is still in that honorable and dazzling way.

Regent, King of Yue.

Hundreds of civil and military officials worshipped, the people shouted Chitose, he was a high god in the chess game of Kyushu power, he was wearing a robe, and he was in the same East Palace, he must be happy.

It's a pity that he didn't tell her in person from beginning to end.

After all, he became one of the people who were in the dark and dark under the castle, looking up at him and kneeling down to him, but if he came even half a step closer, he would be beheaded by the royal guards, and he would only desecrate the dignity of their king.

yes, I can't get close.

From the chariots and horses to the middle of the city gate, the kneels were full of people, and they could not get any nearer.

And she finally can't get it back, her "son".

Xin Yi's tears suddenly fell.

She didn't know what he was doing, whether he was here to send her, but an insider, an outsider, and someone else, was already outside the world.

She and the colored figure on the castle tower looked at each other, just looking, and did not take another step towards each other, but she didn't know why she was crying.

She didn't know. She just couldn't control it, and tears flowed down her face.

Then, she took off the golden hairpin, cut off a strand of green silk, and as soon as her fingers were loosened, a gust of wind came, and the green silk went away with the wind.

Cut your hair, cut off your love.

I used to have 3,000 threads, if 3,000 weak water monarchs have a scoop, and now I have returned a wisp, and a scoop of drinking alone returns to 3,000.

I used to be a gentleman with the mirror crow's sideburns, and now the green silk is a gift to you, the road ahead is different, and Yan Yan'er will never meet again.

The grievances are not clear, turned into a glass of wine, the sorrows and joys are continuous, and the gentleman is advised not to linger and forget each other.

This is a thousand miles of smoke and waves, the mountains and rivers know where to go, the dust is gone, the love is righteous, the wind and dust of the eight thousand miles of road, it is better to rest, Huangliang dream.

……

Nanpu is sad and farewell, and the west wind is winding in autumn. Take a look at it, and don't look back.

Don't look back, don't look back.

……

Please stay, don't send it.

Sincerely return me and cherish it.

……

On the upper floor of Chang'an City here, Li Jingxiao, the regent of Yue, looked at the team of carriages and horses leaving Beijing, and the curtain of the carriage finally closed with a clang, and then the team set off again, getting farther and farther away.

There are no stagnant horses' hooves, and no one looks back, only the dust raised at the end of the official road, misty as a three-year Nanke.

There are tears in the pearl of the sea and the moon, and the blue field is warm and the jade is smoking, and it can't be called, so the old people return.

Li Jingxiao stretched out his hand in that direction in a daze, as if he wanted to grab something in the sky of the ten directions, the last thing.

However, a gust of wind came, and he only caught a wisp of green silk.

The thin trace is like a strand of green silk scattered in a strand of green silk, and the beautiful rouge vaguely condensed on it is his familiar fragrance.

Cut your hair, cut off your love.

In the end, she only gave him this thing.

Then the carriage and horses went, and the dust was far away, and there was no turning back.

Li Jingxiao looked at the green silk quietly, there was nothing in his empty eyes, nothingness, it was all nothingness, the nothingness of the unripe yellow rice after Nanke woke up.

"Lord Wang, do you want your subordinates to order someone to catch up? Lord Taifu's carriages and horses are old, and his foot strength is very slow, and Tianshutai is fast and whipped, and he will catch up in half an instant. Xue Gong's voice came, and he knelt on the ground, his forehead almost touching the ground.

Awe, a hundredfold more awe than before.

The one in the red shirt in front of him is no longer the "son", but the "regent Yue Wang".

“…… This king finally knew what she was doing when she saw the third child that night...... She said goodbye to the third child, but she didn't even see the king, and she didn't even say a word...... Do you say that she has any nostalgia for this king...... No, not at all...... It's just boring to catch up, it's better to ......" Li Jingxiao paused and smiled palely.

“…… It's better for this king to fulfill your ......"

This whisper, as if squeezed out of the rotten heart, was faintly scattered in the wind.

Li Jingxiao suddenly laughed lowly, laughing madly, with a cold breath, like sarcasm, like self-deprecation, like helplessness.

It's more like a bone-chilling coolness after the bureau is dispersed.

……

The chess boy is dead, and I can only give you a "understanding" as the regent of the king of Yue.

I know, so I will fulfill you.

Treasure.

……

Xue Gong was overwhelmed by the laughter, and didn't know what to persuade, so Li Jingxiao said vaguely: "...... Stand down, all step down...... The shadow guards also stepped back ......"

Xue Gong was taken aback, and subconsciously bowed his head: "The prince can't! The prince is now the regent, and he is in the same East Palace, and his identity is not trivial! The others can retreat, how can they even retreat from the shadow guards! Please at least leave Zhong Yu to protect the prince......

Xue Gong's words came to an abrupt end.

He saw Li Jingxiao clutching the wisp of green silk tightly, and then blood dripped from his palm.

A wisp of green silk, weak and boneless, could be grabbed by a man, pierced into the flesh and bones, and was drenched in blood.

is like this last "broken love", broken bones, broken hearts, and broken thoughts for the rest of my life.

Xue Gong stayed where he was. Watching the blood dripping down, I don't know whether to persuade the "regent Yue Wang" to take care of his thousand-year-old body, or let the "son" enter a fruitless catastrophe.

However, before he could come up with a countermeasure, he saw Li Jingxiao turn around, as if deliberately turning his back on him.

Immediately, he only saw Li Jingxiao's back, and saw this incomparably noble colored shirt, noble, majestic, cold, and unfamiliar.

Then he saw the king, who was in a robe, with his hands propped on the stone battlements of the city gate, bent his back, his head bowed, and his shoulders trembling slightly.

A small voice began to sound.

Xue Gong suddenly understood everything.

When he came back from the fireworks that night, he remembered the woman in his left hand, the boy in his right hand who was about to be rusty, and the warmth and touch that was close at hand, but he had to turn around and leave because of the secret he carried.

So he did the same, retiring all the shadow guards, as the head of the dignified Tianshutai, supporting the edge of the desk with both hands, bending his back, lowering his head, and his shoulders trembling slightly-

Sob.

Xue Gong stood up, and at some point, Zhong Yu also appeared behind him, as if he was worried about his master's abnormality, and appeared on his own without the king's order.

"Xue Gong, what is this?" Zhong Yu wanted to say and stopped.

"Stand down. All of them. Xue Gong emphasized the last three words, stretched out his hand, and gently covered Zhong Yu's ears, while repeating this sentence to the shadow guards who were secretly guarding.

Zhong Yu wanted to say something, but his ears were covered, and he was taken down by Xue Gong half-dragged and half-pulled, and then a few gusts of yin wind passed, and the shadow guards suddenly dispersed.

So the man was left alone on the tower of the city.

Except for the people who shouted a thousand years old from the mountain down the city, the city tower was extremely silent for a moment, and no one, attendants, or shadow guards, he was the only one left.

The colored royal robe was slightly cold.

At that time, the dignity of the stars and the moon suddenly fell extremely lonely.

The man who rules half of the world, the regent Yue who stands at the top of Kyushu, the highness who embodies all the glory and attention, the one who holds the power of life and death in the center of the chess game is the same as the king of the East Palace.

The king who is alone.

He didn't seem to suppress anything anymore, and the shrug of his shoulders became more and more violent, and the small voice grew louder and clearer—

Sob.

……

The king, at last, became like a child who had lost something dear to him, and wept uncontrollably.

……

Above the tower, there was a whimper, and no one saw it, and no one looked back.

……

The weeping king.