Whose sorrow has blurred the time, whose memory has faded in the years. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info The seven sufferings of life, birth, old age, sickness and death, resentment and hatred, love and parting, can't ask for it, you must taste them one by one to be considered complete.

Yun Tianhua walked out of the east wing, and the lanterns in the courtyard were still scorching and high, swaying from side to side in the cold wind of early spring. The lights in the main room were still on, and Qiu Shu was standing at the door looking around, looking anxious.

Seeing her come out, Qiu Shu hurriedly greeted her and said urgently: "The eldest lady has finally come out." ”

Yun Tianhua walked towards the main house and asked, "What's the matter, the master inside is embarrassing you?"

"No, he came to the East Wing just now, stood at the door for a long time, and didn't speak after he went back. His face doesn't look cloudy, and we can't figure out his thoughts. ”

Yun Tianhua was stunned, Duanmu Ling had just come, and he had done something to listen to the corner? But it's not surprising to think about it, this is also his style of acting.

Walking into the main room and passing through the floor cover, I saw someone sitting crookedly on the Luohan bed, playing with a gyokuro paste box in his hand. Yun Tianhua wondered, how did he know where to put her things?

He turned back and said, "Go back to sleep, and you don't have to come and serve." ”

Qiu Shu looked at his own young lady, and then looked at the one on Luohan's bed, and said worriedly: "Miss, this lonely man and widow ......"

"It's okay, let's go down!"

"Yes. ”

Yun Tinghua thought it was funny, the two of them had been lonely and widowed too many times, if they really wanted something to happen, who was stupid enough to happen in this room!

Ahh

It's the beginning of spring, and the weather is not so cold. Mother Liu and the others all went back to their rooms to sleep, but they took turns to keep vigil for her. Tonight it's Autumn Book's turn.

"I thought you wouldn't be able to wait and run back by yourself!" Yun Tianhua said as he walked over.

Someone raised his eyes and glanced at her with an unhappy expression. "You are the only one in the world who can make Young Master Ben and others. Next time, see how I clean you up?"

Yun Tianhua raised his eyebrows, sat down and poured tea. Didn't he just run to the east wing, and if he wanted to clean up the people, he could wait until now? Who knows if he had some other idea in mind?

"The story you just told is very vivid and true. Duanmu Ling said.

"Why do you say that?"

"I don't know, but I feel like I've seen it with my own eyes. ”

Yun Tianhua's hand drinking tea was stunned, and the bitter tea lingered between his teeth, and he couldn't swallow it for a long time. In his previous life, he did see it with his own eyes, watching Zhao Liangyi and his wife coldly, and her off to death. Then, when she died of despair, she showed a look of disgust.

What Duanmu Ling said was true, just now when he heard Yun Tianhua ask him to wait, he was angry, and ran to the east wing to ask for someone, but when he was at the door, he heard the story she said.

The tone of her story, affectionate, like a memory, like a personal experience, she helplessly said to herself as if she was not telling a story, but herself.

What's even stranger is that he also thinks that such stories are real, as if he has really seen them with his own eyes.

But how could it be? Mo said that he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, even Yun Qianhua, who was only thirteen years old, and was alive and well, how could there be such a tortuous history.

He could only explain that Yun Qianhua was very good at telling stories, and he told them vividly. "Unexpectedly, your ability to comfort people is also top-notch. ”

Yun Tianhua put down the teacup, rubbed the edge of the teacup with his fingertips, and said, "I've read too much of the book, but I can't memorize a sentence or two." ”

"Then if I am sad to die one day, how will you comfort me?"

Yun Tianhua gave him a blank look, this possibility would never happen to him. However, if it does happen...... "If you are really sad to die, I will definitely set off two firecrackers and send them off." ”

"I'll you. Duanmu Ling was so angry that he threw the box in his hand at her. Qi said: "Do you have a conscience, I am your father-in-law." ”

Yun Qianhua smiled and took what he threw over, she only used half of this box of jade dew cream, and the scars on her body had already faded, which could be said to heal quickly. Half of it is left for later use.

"There is only one stroke of eight characters, and it is still far from Xianggong!"

Duanmu Ling drooped down with suspicion and vigilance, gritted his teeth and asked, "Say, did you do something about red apricots going out of the wall?"

Yun Tianhua rolled his eyes, too lazy to pay attention to him. Leaning her back on the pillow, she was really tired and panicked today, her temples were beating suddenly, and she was in no mood to deal with this brain-holed, inexplicably jealous neurotic.

"Hey, you haven't answered me yet!" someone was even more angry when he saw her leisurely appearance.

Yun Tianhua closed his eyes and said, "Well, yes, it's the matter of the dry red apricot going out of the wall, are you interested in destroying people?"

"Hmph, I don't believe it. "Someone is sure.

Yun Tianhua slandered...... "I don't believe you still come to question me, I am full of food?"

Someone's voice came again, "But the play you sang in front of the Ning Mansion today really opened my eyes." Hey, why don't you call me for this kind of good thing, it's much more interesting than teaching a bad wife every day.

However, the Ning family has carried such a big heel with you this time, and in my experience, they will definitely retaliate. This local snake is really difficult to deal with, and with the father-in-law of Prince Dun in the capital, you may not be able to bargain for anything in his hands. ”

Yun Tianhua supported his temples with his arms, listening to his endless self-talk, only to feel that his words were like the sound of rain hitting the window, which became a wonderful lullaby.

"But you are so smart and wise, and you are ruthless and vicious, and you are shameless to die, who is not necessarily the one who suffers? Besides, you still have me, a little overlord, as a backer, and it is no problem to walk sideways.

You have to thank me for this, who made me a beautiful flower, handsome and chic, magnificent, and wealthy...... Hey, hey, are you asleep again?"

He co-authored him with so much that it's all nonsense.

But if Yun Qianhua wants to say it, she will also say, 'What you are talking about is nonsense, so it doesn't matter if you listen to it or not.' ’

Duanmu Ling bent over, rested his chin on the low table, and looked at the little girl in front of him from the bottom up.

She seemed tired and slept deeply, with even breathing coming out as her chest rose and fell regularly. On her clean little face, her eyes were closed, and her eyelashes covered her eyelids like a small fan. The candlelight cast on her little face, leaving a halo of yellow, smooth and smooth.

is such a soft and weak, quiet little girl, who was neither humble nor arrogant to Ning Xiaoping's arrows when she was in Dingxian Villa, and gave the Ning family a blow today.

What kind of person is she? It seems that the more time you spend with her, the more you will discover her secret secrets.

He got out of his bed and walked over to her. She still had the box he had just thrown at her. This box is still the dowry he gave her at the beginning!

She took the box from her hand and placed it on the low table. He stooped down and carried her to the bed and covered her with a quilt. She was really tired today and slept very deeply.

She is an independent woman, and it can be seen from the sentence she just said to Yun Yueyuan, "Could it be that God mercifully gave her a life and let her be so ruined?"

What kind of life torments has she experienced to say such a thing at this age full of dreams. It is like Nirvana being reborn, looking down on the mundane.

"Tilting, our relationship, only love, no hate. ”