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The estrangement between Guangxi and Mu Xiaoxiao arose, and everything was as usual, but suddenly there was a sense of distance.

Mu Xiaoxiao understood Guangxi's suspicions, but she couldn't say it.

Guangxi didn't want it to be what he thought, but he had to doubt it.

Then, Mu Xiaoxiao thought of a question that asked her to find the answer for herself.

After all, it's not enough love, if the two of them can talk about love.

Guangxi is the third prince, although he is not favored, he is also the emperor's son, but what about Mu Xiaoxiao? Those who know that she is the daughter of a criminal minister, but those who don't know only think that she is an ordinary palace maid, so why worry about it.

is already a huge disparity in identity, but with an inexplicable attraction, they came together and talked about something that had nothing to do with Fengyue.

And then, I easily said love, only to find out that we were so strange to each other.

Mu Xiaoxiao has not found that evidence until now, and Guangxi is in a dilemma and doesn't know where to go.

When it is not suitable, two people who are not a good match, young and ignorant, each with their own hearts, what kind of love do they talk about?

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Liang Luo was still in the dark, and he agreed to what Mrs. Liang said that he was not allowed to see Mu Xiaoxiao again.

He really couldn't figure out why everyone wanted him to stay away from Mu Xiaoxiao, and liking someone seemed to have become a sin.

An Ping understood Liang Luo's sadness, but he couldn't comfort her, because she was even more sad.

Liang Luo and An Ping were not wrong, but they suffered the most.

Love, there is no fairness at all.

Liang Luo obeyed the prince, but he didn't find his value, perhaps his greatest value is that he has no value.

Regarding the future, Liang Luo has no ideas. The wandering world that I once longed for to indulge in a lifetime has finally become a dream, and when I wake up from a big dream, there is only vanity.

I can't even see the girl I like, so what kind of life are you talking about?

However, Liang Luo's attitude towards Anping is better, in Liang Luo's eyes, they are all the same people, and they can't love each other.

Liang Luo is like this to Mu Xiaoxiao, and Anping is also the same to Liang Luo.

One afternoon, accompanied by the sound of cicadas, Liang Luo lay in front of the desk and fell asleep.

Half-asleep and half-awake, Liang Luo felt a shallow kiss printed on his cheek, soft and moist.

"Can you take me with me, you can go anywhere. ”

"I don't want anything, just be with you. ”

"Qingyunluo, why don't you just love me?

Then there was a long, heavy sigh, and the sound of footsteps fading away.

Liang Luo opened his eyes with difficulty, and saw a back in a hazy way, frustrated and lonely.

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In the imperial garden, flowers are in full bloom, green trees are shady, and a piece is flourishing.

The emperor paced among the flowers, and he was in a particularly good mood.

It is rare to have a moment of leisure, and it is after the first sunny rain, the air is fresh and the breeze is refreshing.

As he walked, the smile on the emperor's face gradually faded, because he remembered a person, and his joy became sad in vain.

It was many years ago, on a sunny summer day after the rain, the emperor met a girl wearing a white dress and blowing a wooden flute in this imperial garden.

Her name is Bai Shuji, the emperor's favorite and most apologetic woman in his life.

was supposed to accompany the emperor to grow old with her youth, but she stayed at the age of twenty forever, freezing the most beautiful face, and always fresh in the emperor's memory.

Who knows, the cold and ruthless emperor who is nearly forty years old also had a deep love for a woman when he was young.

It's all in the past, the emperor thought, but he couldn't relax anymore.

If there is a flute sound, the emperor listens attentively, thinking that he is delusional.

"Little Fuzi, did you hear that?" the emperor asked.

Xiao Fuzi, who was following the emperor, pricked up his ears and replied respectfully: "Back to Your Majesty's words, the little one seems to have heard the sound of the flute." ”

"It doesn't seem like I'm old and dizzy. The emperor said, a little curious about the sound of the flute.

"Your Majesty is in his prime, how can he talk about the old word. Xiao Fuzi said with a smile.

"Let's go, let's see. ”

The emperor followed the sound of the flute and walked forward, but when the sound gradually became clear, the sound of the flute stopped abruptly.

The emperor stopped, not knowing which direction to go.

"Your Majesty, go and have a look. ”

The emperor waved his hand and said, "That's it, let's go back." ”

Just as the emperor turned around, the sound of the flute sounded again.

The emperor frowned slightly and stood in place.

This time, the emperor heard the sound of the flute clearly, and blew an ancient tune, the emperor closed his eyes and thought about it, and remembered the name of this song - "Flower Creek".

This is a tune that Bai Shuji used to play for the emperor, and when they first met in the imperial garden, Bai Shuji played this tune.

The emperor was slightly stunned, and a gentle light crossed his cold eyes.

Xiao Fuzi didn't know anything, he didn't know what the emperor was thinking, and when he saw that the emperor was slightly sick, he didn't dare to speak, but just quietly stayed aside.

After a long time, the emperor took a step and walked towards the path to the south.

Xiao Fuzi followed behind the emperor, keeping a distance of one step and not making a sound.

To the south is a bamboo forest, and the bamboos are green and tall, soaring straight into the sky.

In the middle of the bamboo grove is a path paved with bluestone slabs that winds and turns to the lakeside.

The sound of the flute lingers in the bamboo forest, like a natural sound that goes straight to the bottom of my heart, dripping and thorough.

The emperor's pace was slow, and he didn't know whether he was drunk or afraid or expecting something from the sound of the flute, and his expression was very complicated.

Finally passed through this bamboo forest, the dark sky suddenly opened up, the bright light was a little dazzling, and the emperor narrowed his eyes.

In front of you is a large lake as clear as a mirror, the white geese on the lake are playing freely, all kinds of fish in the lake are playing happily, and there are some green grass and stones growing on the lakeside, the whole picture is harmonious and beautiful.

Following the prestige of Xiao, a white figure broke into the eyes of the emperor.

To be exact, it was the back of a woman in a white dress. The woman was graceful, standing under the weeping willows, leaving only a beautiful back, and the lake entered the painting together.

The breeze blew, the willow branches swayed gently, and the woman's long inky hair rose in the wind, and it was unbelievably beautiful.

The emperor was stunned, and Xiaofuzi was also stunned, suddenly thinking it was an illusion.

"Shuji?" muttered the emperor, his squinted eyes suddenly widening in a bright light.

"Who is Shuji?" thought to herself.

Xiaofuzi has served the emperor for five years, and he has never seen the emperor's confused expression at the moment, as if he has lost his soul.

The sound of the flute stopped slowly, but the aftersound was not cut off, and the heavens and the earth were as quiet as the void.

The woman put down the flute and turned around slowly......