The phantom personal palace is in a path surrounded by flowers in the imperial garden, intercepting Qingyuan, who has already packed up his baggage and is ready to leave.

At that time, the moon flowers bloomed well in arrays, the dark red and purple color seemed to suck human blood, and the big thorns bloomed in the wind, like a demon.

In the past few days, the days of the imperial palace have been peaceful, and Qingyuan estimates that the king does not seem to be pursuing the illusory matter anymore.

The king did not pursue or touch the queen, and the queen and the governor also broke off the connection that they should not have, and they each continued to grow old in such a way, which was the best and best result for them with a huge disparity in status.

And for Qingyuan, the best result is to leave......

It's useless for him to stay here, and it's the most tangled to break the thread. Sooner or later, he was going to leave, wasn't he?" he decided to say goodbye.

However, after listening to Nagong E's words, Qingyuan understood that he would never be able to leave again.

The blue-clothed palace lady wiped her tears and said to him: "Dao Chief, the queen is seriously ill. Even...... I'm afraid it's going to be bad!"

With a shocking word, Qingyuan put down his burden and followed the palace to trot to Phantom Xi to give her a pulse.

In the empty and gorgeous dormitory, the phantom face was curled up on the embroidered soft couch with a sickly face, and the black hair was scattered on the emaciated shoulders, but it had long lost the slightest luster and bright color.

Seeing that Qingyuan had just fallen on the edge of the couch, she raised her eyes and signaled him to silence, and then waved her hand and retreated to a hall of maids.

"Queen Niangniang...... Qingyuan subconsciously wanted to shake Phantom's hand, which made him can't help it. Can't help it...... Distressed. However, at the close distance of touching the skin, it still froze. He cherished the innocence of her daughter's family above all.

I didn't want to be illusory, but I suddenly lifted the soft wattle. She knew what he was thinking, but she didn't care at all at this time, she slowly held his hands with her backhand, interlocking her fingers with him.

The warm flow of veins flowed into the knotted veins along the fingertips, and the ten fingers connected the heart, Qingyuan was stunned for a moment, and then his heart was full of mixed feelings.

Her hands were cold, cold, and unwarm...... Cool silky, slippery, like boneless.

For the first time, he interlocked his fingers with a woman, and for the first time, he was held by a woman so actively, and he was ...... The woman who was deeply and did not dare to be upright and could only be loved in a dark corner held her hand.

I wish time had stopped, no, no more......

"The Queen's Mother. After a long silence, Qingyuan opened his mouth to break this tranquility, because it was bound to be broken, "It's okay, I'm here!"

Even if everything is just a use, when I hear this sentence "It's okay, I'm here!", the phantom eyes are still warm, as if pouring a cup of hot tea, all the internal organs are hot.

Qingyuan was also warm, suppressed his emotions and said steadily: "I'll take the pulse for you!"

"Useless ......" Phantom Xi's eyebrows suddenly frowned, and the jade hand staggered away from Qingyuan's palm, but his body leaned over softly, "There is only one person in the world who can heal me." "Faint.

"Who?" Qingyuan was in a hurry, his forehead and temples were shallow, and a thin layer of sweat fell, "I'm going to tie him too!"

Phantom Xi was not in a hurry to speak, and suddenly lowered his eyes and became infatuated, soft and slowly: "I am really lovesick...... Lovesickness is the lead, love is the medicine, only the governor can heal me!"

It is also expected that Fang is a tendon of his own, so he has no intention of solving the illusion. Qingyuan's heart cooled.

Phantom Xi raised her eyes that were covered with moisture, and she complained softly without much life: "I sent people to ask Yukun many times, but Yukun just didn't come to see me!" she cried, like a dewy March peach. The weak Rou Yi raised again, holding Qingyuan's palm, a little anxious, "You are a good brother of the Governor, your words may be useful to him......"

The morning dew is cold, like weaving coolness, which stretches thinly around the body. Some emotions gradually intensified, and then gradually settled again.

The fixed number of fate is clinging to the infinite life chart, there is something that cannot be escaped in the end, and at this moment, he suddenly woke up and laughed presumptuously......

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Floating and vast, such as the clouds and light wind on such a day, the most magnificent and gorgeous imperial palace in Eastern Liao, there is a silk bamboo orchestra faint and quiet.

"Yukun, why is your body so cold?" Rou Dai was upset last night, and wandered around the imperial palace all night, only to come back now, stained with dew. He originally wanted to walk past Yukun by the wrong shoulder, but his fingers inadvertently touched his shoulder, and he couldn't help but stop suddenly.

Rou Dai didn't have an early dynasty, and Yu Kun didn't rush back to the Praetorian Guard headquarters in a hurry. Rou Dai left all night, and Yukun waited all night and knelt all night.

"Really?" Yu Kun and Wang Yi knelt and stood close to each other, their thin lips hooked a faint smile, "The minister thinks that His Majesty has not slept all night, and His Majesty's body is colder." As he spoke, his eyes were fixed on the king.

Yes, it's time to take a second look. This kind of warmth will be completely shattered at some point......

But that's it, this handsome and flawless magnificent demeanor, even if you don't look at it, can you forget it?

Dancing swords under the moon, long pavilion duets, soft couch pillows, and heart-to-heart ...... Those peerless elegance that has passed away in the past, some things, are deeply imprinted in the soul. Just like a part of the body's hair and skin, it can never get rid of corrosion. Even if one day, it is destined to be alone.

"Really?" Rou Dai was slightly stunned, and after a moment smiled and had a faint tear, "It seems that you are right." ”

Rou Dai is like this, and she will never reject Yu Kun's intentions.

Yu Kun's clear and durable eyes also surged with a trace of sparkle.

In the end, he was a little crazy, and he really thought about who was colder between himself and Rou Dai's body. Maybe...... It's the same cold!

In the middle of summer, the air freezes into ice.

"Did you kneel all night?" Rou Dai gently helped Yukun up, and flicked a thread on his shoulder, "No matter what happens in the future, don't kneel all night." His eyebrows tightened, "Don't kneel all night." ”

His heart was aching and sour, and Yukun squeezed out a reply: "Yes." ”

The two of them clearly have each other in their hearts, but because of a beautiful woman who married from afar, she was pushed to such an embarrassing point because of the cocoon that seemed to pay for her own bitterness!

Is this the affectionate favor of creation, or is it the ridicule of fate?

There is no need for words, the two of them are carrying the same thing at this time.

If so, with a cold look, Yukun smiled. Unrepressed unbridled laughter, the purest catharsis for no reason and no joy.

Life is like a dream, a prosperous era of red mansions. In this unparalleled dream of the mighty soup, Yukun laughed and Rou Dai cried......

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Night, coming.

The night is silent, everything is silent, all the wind and moon, to the smoke and haze, all the glamorous and charming delicacies of the day are in this moment of the passing of the fragrance, all without exception, all the colors are withdrawn.

There is always a sense of foreboding lurking around this night, which always seems to indicate that this night is destined to be sleepless, destined to happen......

Thirteen years, a full thirteen years, the mandarin duck soft couch, the flounder on the soft couch and the gardenia laid out, the familiar Hunan curtain with the pearl and tortoiseshell, the familiar flower ornament, and the familiar pillow man...... Nothing has changed, not the slightest distinction.

Yukun turned over, still tossing and turning.

It's not when you close your eyes, it's not when you open your eyes, whether you close your eyes or open your eyes, what you see is the scene after being intercepted by Qingyuan halfway when she returned to the palace and walked over to Rou Dai. So clear, constantly repeated, acting in general.

"I've been to see the queen, and she's very bad...... Very, very bad. Qingyuan was very haggard, with a thick exhaustion at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. From intercepting Yukun to finally leaving alone, it seems that it has always been like this?

"If it's not good, find the imperial doctor. ”

"The queen is sick because of you! You didn't care about the king's incident at the beginning, and now you don't even want to look at her!"

"Go back. ”

"Heart disease still needs heart medicine to treat ......"

"I'll let you go back!"

"The Queen's Mother...... She's going to die!"

"Teng" the ground, the illusion in front of him dispersed, and Yukun came back to his senses. He only felt that the blood in his body suddenly cooled.

He closed his eyes, opened them again, and turned over slightly, trying to think better.

Didn't he say he didn't care? It turned out that he still couldn't let go of her......

Forget it, don't worry about it, don't care!

He forced himself to close his eyes and empty his mind without thinking, and he continued to be in this state for an unknown amount of time, and he finally relaxed the tense muscles up and down his body, and fell asleep like this......

Yukun seemed to be dreaming all night, and had a lot of long, long dreams.

In his dreams, he has been constantly wandering in different identities and different genders. But what remains unchanged is that there is always a person who is with him and does not abandon him, but he can never see the face of that person clearly. For a while, he thought it was Roudai, and for a while it seemed to have become a phantom......

Gradually, the dream changed, and he saw a woman in white, who seemed to be a dead former queen...... It doesn't seem to be quite so.

If the woman in white is separated from him, she is obviously in front of her, and she can't grasp or touch it.

"It's time to hit the road...... the woman in white has a faint eyebrow, and her empty eyes are as ethereal as the voice.

"What way?" Yukun frowned curiously.

The corners of the woman's lips were slightly hooked, her eyes were cold, and her thin lips like withered white roses spit out three words very lightly: "Huangquan Road ......"

"----Suddenly", the dream changed again. The bizarre light made Yukun have to raise his hand to block his eyes.

When everything is clear, it is a rich familiarity that leaps into the goal.

Yes, this dream, Yukun is too familiar.

This fragrant dream kept haunting him night after night a while ago, like an evil ghost that could not be dissipated! But with a bone-chilling charm and expectation......

The valley, the stream, the peach blossoms, the naked and delicate woman who lingered with him...... Only this time, he finally saw the face of the person in his dream, which was illusory.

The love path, which had never been clear from beginning to end, suddenly became clear in this soft moment.

Yu Kun's eyes were warm, and there was something that obscured his eyes......

Suddenly woke up, it was still this boundless dark night. The dark and waveless can drown people.

He sat up gently, turned his head leisurely, and glanced at Rou Dai who was sleeping on the couch, and his heart was full of flavors. Qingjun's eyes instantly moistened.

I really want to watch it like this, forever, just one glance, one glance is enough. At a glance, it is very complete...... In the end, there was a faint sigh, close to the corner of his lips, long and helpless.

"Phantom ......" has another name for the totem that suddenly curls in the bottom of my heart. Her old voice, appearance, smile, and appearance are still in front of her, soft and charming, fresh and fragrant, so vivid and bright!

"Phantom...... "The bits and pieces of the past finally converged little by little, becoming a point that cannot be ignored, and becoming a kind of longing.

What's worse is that this unsolvable longing is so strong!

Like fire, like glue!

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