This spring, the peach blossoms in the yard were in full bloom. しＸS520. COM is a large patch, like a red cloud on the horizon, and like a red halo flying on the cheeks of a beauty. However, Han Moyu looked at the peach blossoms quietly blooming all over the yard, and felt a sadness in his heart that "the face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze".

Since this incident, General Han Yujue has been exiled to a distant wilderness; And Han Changyu also became the prince, changed his surname, and moved into a mansion built especially for him. Even Han Yujue's two concubines, Aunt Qiu and Aunt Huang, also left the Han Mansion, so this huge Han Mansion suddenly became empty.

Time seems to have rewinded back to those lonely and lonely days when I was a child. Han Moyu suddenly became uncomfortable. All the servants saw every day was that she looked heartless and careless; But no one knows that Han Moyu's heart is actually so fragile.

In fact, she has never changed, she is still the child who was afraid of loneliness when she was a child, desperately thirsting for love and warmth. However, no one could give her the warmth she wanted. Her cold heart searched everywhere for even a trace of warmth. However, she is so strong, such a good face, she hides it, stubbornly refuses to let anyone peek into her weak heart, and refuses to let others see her desperately asking for warmth like a dying person trying to grasp the life-saving straw.

She even, once hated her own brother like that because of jealousy, but when she saw Fu Changyu so desperately protecting her, her hatred dissipated, the glacier in her heart melted, she ruthlessly tore off the mask of numbness on her face, and exposed her true self in front of others for the first time, her fragile and gentle self.

Now, the father who loves him is far away, and he may never have the opportunity to meet again in this life; And the elder brother, who became a prince, rarely went home. Mother Ning Rouge also began to stay home at night, and the number of times Han Moyu saw her seemed to be getting less and less. Since his father was exiled, Ning Rouge, who had long seen that his concubine room was unpleasant, immediately drove away the two women, and as a result, this huge cold mansion actually seemed empty, just like Han Moyu's hollowed out heart.

Han Moyu still remembers that Aunt Qiu left the Han Mansion and her daughter Han Lingshuang was sorry for the scene, which made people feel heartbroken when they saw it. Ever since Aunt Qiu left the Cold Mansion, Han Lingshuang had become extremely quiet, and she seemed to be very careful in everything she did. At first, Han Moyu often teased the child who had lost his mother, but later, he gradually stopped getting close to the child. Because, what was revealed in the child's eyes was a heavy sadness that was inappropriate for her age, which made Han Moyu breathless.

The boundless loneliness, like a long river, flows quietly in the bottom of Han Moyu's heart, and cannot be stopped. Han Moyu often thinks of his adoptive father, nursing mother, father, and brother when he is alone. Sometimes I think of the sadness and hatred hidden in Aunt Qiu's eyes. But what Han Moyu thinks about the most is his brother Fu Changyu.

Fu Changyu's indifferent smile, in Han Moyu's heart, was like a burning fireball, a scorching sun. Let Han Moyu can't stop wanting to get closer, get closer. She always couldn't help but think of her brother's gentle eyes, and she knew that under his arrogant expression was the same fragility and untouchability as his. She often wonders, is her brother's disdainful arrogance, just like her teeth and claws, a manifestation of the strong on the outside and a disguise for the weak?

This same vulnerability made her close to her brother's heart. However, now, Han Moyu has to force himself not to think about him, forcing himself to alienate himself from the warmth he longs for. If nothing else, just a glimpse that shouldn't be seen. She couldn't forget what she saw that day. I can't forget the two men in disheveled clothes, their limbs tangled.

Han Moyu hugged his knees, sat barefoot on the mat, wearing only a dirty coat and a thin shirt; His eyes looked at the pond like a jar of strong wine, and he didn't pay attention to the people behind him.

After Fu Changyu stood on the pillar, he looked at Han Moyu's thinner and thinner back, and he felt that what he saw in Han Moyu was more and more loneliness. He didn't even dare to look into Han Moyu's eyes; In those eyes, they are as deep as the water in a cold pool, and there is no edge in sight. Since Han Yujue was exiled, Fu Changyu took over Han Yujue's position as a prince and became a general.

Fu Changyu finally got his wish. Now, Fu Changyu, who has just held a weak crown ceremony, has his own mansion and is also of the age to marry a wife. These days, the palace sent people to send portraits of beautiful women, and the palace people who came and went stepped through the threshold of the Fu Chang Imperial Mansion.

The portraits that were sent were all young ladies from beautiful eunuchs and aristocratic families, some looked noble and noble, some looked gentle as water, some looked shrewd and capable, and some looked innocent and romantic; But none of the girls liked him.

Although he has his own palace, Fu Changyu often goes back to the cold mansion and brings some jewelry to his mother; Sometimes, stay for a few minutes and leave, and don't even drink tea; Sometimes, he would stay and spend the night in his bedroom. For the sake of it, he just glanced at Han Moyu more.

What Fu Changyu didn't know was that Han Moyu's heart was as empty as him, and she often sang in the empty gladiatorial square when no one was around, just like the noble prince Murong Huang did back then. And the singing can't take away the loneliness she has accumulated for a long time.

Fu Changyu was like this, standing quietly behind Han Moyu, and did not make a sound for a long time. How many times did he feel an inexplicable urge to cling to that thin and thin figure, firmly grasping the slender arm, inserting his bones into his chest, and not letting go of his hand. Although he restrained this urge every time, the unbearable feeling kept screaming in his heart, making him almost crazy. Sometimes, he doesn't know what's wrong with him.

In the past, it was the barrier of brother and sister identity. Now, it's even worse. Because, there is a new estrangement between them. For Hanmo Yu, the estrangement was Fu Changyu's betrayal; And for Fu Changyu, that estrangement is his fate.

He didn't want to entangle with Han Moyu anymore. He wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to stay away from the cold mansion to slowly alienate her, snub her, and let her go. Then, when that day had to come, he wouldn't tremble so much when he moved it. But fortunately, he learned that Fu Rongxi was still alive after being taken from the mirror fragment, and he also had some confidence in his heart.

This spring, the peach blossoms in the yard were in full bloom. しＸS520. COM is a large patch, like a red cloud on the horizon, and like a red halo flying on the cheeks of a beauty. However, Han Moyu looked at the peach blossoms quietly blooming all over the yard, and felt a sadness in his heart that "the face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze".

Since this incident, General Han Yujue has been exiled to a distant wilderness; And Han Changyu also became the prince, changed his surname, and moved into a mansion built especially for him. Even Han Yujue's two concubines, Aunt Qiu and Aunt Huang, also left the Han Mansion, so this huge Han Mansion suddenly became empty.

Time seems to have rewinded back to those lonely and lonely days when I was a child. Han Moyu suddenly became uncomfortable. All the servants saw every day was that she looked heartless and careless; But no one knows that Han Moyu's heart is actually so fragile.

In fact, she has never changed, she is still the child who was afraid of loneliness when she was a child, desperately thirsting for love and warmth. However, no one could give her the warmth she wanted. Her cold heart searched everywhere for even a trace of warmth. However, she is so strong, such a good face, she hides it, stubbornly refuses to let anyone peek into her weak heart, and refuses to let others see her desperately asking for warmth like a dying person trying to grasp the life-saving straw.

She even, once hated her own brother like that because of jealousy, but when she saw Fu Changyu so desperately protecting her, her hatred dissipated, the glacier in her heart melted, she ruthlessly tore off the mask of numbness on her face, and exposed her true self in front of others for the first time, her fragile and gentle self.

Now, the father who loves him is far away, and he may never have the opportunity to meet again in this life; And the elder brother, who became a prince, rarely went home. Mother Ning Rouge also began to stay home at night, and the number of times Han Moyu saw her seemed to be getting less and less. Since his father was exiled, Ning Rouge, who had long seen that his concubine room was unpleasant, immediately drove away the two women, and as a result, this huge cold mansion actually seemed empty, just like Han Moyu's hollowed out heart.

Han Moyu still remembers that Aunt Qiu left the Han Mansion and her daughter Han Lingshuang was sorry for the scene, which made people feel heartbroken when they saw it. Ever since Aunt Qiu left the Cold Mansion, Han Lingshuang had become extremely quiet, and she seemed to be very careful in everything she did. At first, Han Moyu often teased the child who had lost his mother, but later, he gradually stopped getting close to the child. Because, what was revealed in the child's eyes was a heavy sadness that was inappropriate for her age, which made Han Moyu breathless.

The boundless loneliness, like a long river, flows quietly in the bottom of Han Moyu's heart, and cannot be stopped. Han Moyu often thinks of his adoptive father, nursing mother, father, and brother when he is alone. Sometimes I think of the sadness and hatred hidden in Aunt Qiu's eyes. But what Han Moyu thinks about the most is his brother Fu Changyu.

Fu Changyu's indifferent smile, in Han Moyu's heart, was like a burning fireball, a scorching sun. Let Han Moyu can't stop wanting to get closer, get closer. She always couldn't help but think of her brother's gentle eyes, and she knew that under his arrogant expression was the same fragility and untouchability as his. She often wonders, is her brother's disdainful arrogance, just like her teeth and claws, a manifestation of the strong on the outside and a disguise for the weak?

This same vulnerability made her close to her brother's heart. However, now, Han Moyu has to force himself not to think about him, forcing himself to alienate himself from the warmth he longs for. If nothing else, just a glimpse that shouldn't be seen. She couldn't forget what she saw that day. I can't forget the two men in disheveled clothes, their limbs tangled.

Han Moyu hugged his knees, sat barefoot on the mat, wearing only a dirty coat and a thin shirt; His eyes looked at the pond like a jar of strong wine, and he didn't pay attention to the people behind him.

After Fu Changyu stood on the pillar, he looked at Han Moyu's thinner and thinner back, and he felt that what he saw in Han Moyu was more and more loneliness. He didn't even dare to look into Han Moyu's eyes; In those eyes, they are as deep as the water in a cold pool, and there is no edge in sight. Since Han Yujue was exiled, Fu Changyu took over Han Yujue's position as a prince and became a general.

Fu Changyu finally got his wish. Now, Fu Changyu, who has just held a weak crown ceremony, has his own mansion and is also of the age to marry a wife. These days, the palace sent people to send portraits of beautiful women, and the palace people who came and went stepped through the threshold of the Fu Chang Imperial Mansion.

The portraits that were sent were all young ladies from beautiful eunuchs and aristocratic families, some looked noble and noble, some looked gentle as water, some looked shrewd and capable, and some looked innocent and romantic; But none of the girls liked him.

Although he has his own palace, Fu Changyu often goes back to the cold mansion and brings some jewelry to his mother; Sometimes, stay for a few minutes and leave, and don't even drink tea; Sometimes, he would stay and spend the night in his bedroom. For the sake of it, he just glanced at Han Moyu more.

What Fu Changyu didn't know was that Han Moyu's heart was as empty as him, and she often sang in the empty gladiatorial square when no one was around, just like the noble prince Murong Huang did back then. And the singing can't take away the loneliness she has accumulated for a long time.

Fu Changyu was like this, standing quietly behind Han Moyu, and did not make a sound for a long time. How many times did he feel an inexplicable urge to cling to that thin and thin figure, firmly grasping the slender arm, inserting his bones into his chest, and not letting go of his hand. Although he restrained this urge every time, the unbearable feeling kept screaming in his heart, making him almost crazy. Sometimes, he doesn't know what's wrong with him.

In the past, it was the barrier of brother and sister identity. Now, it's even worse. Because, there is a new estrangement between them. For Hanmo Yu, the estrangement was Fu Changyu's betrayal; And for Fu Changyu, that estrangement is his fate.

He didn't want to entangle with Han Moyu anymore. He wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to stay away from the cold mansion to slowly alienate her, snub her, and let her go. Then, when that day had to come, he wouldn't tremble so much when he moved it. But fortunately, he learned that Fu Rongxi was still alive after being taken from the mirror fragment, and he also had some confidence in his heart.