Han Xizai's back slowly blurred, with a familiar atmosphere, dissipating together in the purity of the winter snow in the south.

Hu Qingchen turned his head away, stared at the dark and withered peppercorns on the inner side wall, and slowly closed his eyes in the long creak of the temple door. Mo Sheng, I won't guess, what kind of role do you play in this conspiracy? I just beg you to go, leave far away as Han Xizai, never come back again, don't wade in this muddy water again, don't splash the pure and noble bones of Mo Sheng in her memory with this old man who has gone through the world!

The frenzied snowflakes, in the sound of the breeze, are silenced; The quiet mood, in the rolling past, reverts to madness.

However, no matter how cold the wind and snow are, there will be a time when it will stop, and the past is only sad. The rain of tears is silent, infiltrating the thin body, dripping the seven feelings, and dyeing the sky and water.

The snow in the palace was swept away quickly, and the gossip spread quickly, even the Yaoguang Palace, which was as claustrophobic as a cold palace, could pass through the whispers of Gong E.

"The lord of the country really loves his mother! I see that the two of them are tired of being in that 'Jindong Heaven' day by day, and they are really happier than the gods! ”

"Eh, you don't know! I heard that when the mother was in King Zheng's mansion, she was connected to the clothes of the lord of the country all day long, and she was inseparable! ”

"Unexpectedly, the lord of a country is such an infatuated man! Look at all these years, there hasn't even been a concubine! ”

"I don't know where this lady is sacred, she can not only keep her face old, but also be endlessly graceful!"

"Wrong! Wrong! This lady is not another mother! ”

"Who told you to come here to clean up!" A slightly hoarse reprimand, followed by the sound of wooden sticks grinding snow, "You little girls who have just entered the palace can't control their tongues, and sooner or later they will lose their heads!" ”

"Aunt Qingnu forgives our sins, we know that we are wrong!"

"Don't get out of here!"

"No!"

Qingnu bowed slightly to the window, his figure shook on the window screen, and without saying more, he walked towards a meditation room at the side door. The wooden crutch struck the stone bricks, and it rattled on the ground, one after another, in the lonely empty courtyard.

"Qingnu." This is the first call from the Yaoguang Palace, which has been locked for three days.

"!" Qingnu's eyes were beating with indescribable joy, and he turned to the window, and the cat looked in through the crack in the window, "Niangniang! ”

"Go, call Leng Yueping!"

"Mother?"

"Oh, no, it should be the prime minister's daughter Zhou Yingying!" Lu Qingchen's voice was faint, so calm that he couldn't hear a trace of emotion, "Let's just say that the queen of the country wants to summon her!" ”

"Mother......

"Sister! Will you finally see me? ”

A delicate voice entered the house, it was a warbler crying, wearing a brocade robe through the court, and it was the shadow of Qionglou.

Qingnu looked in horror at the peerless Fanghua that appeared silently behind him, inch by inch of muscles and bones, like ice carved jade. She unconsciously clenched the stick, took two steps back, and "knocked" twice, as if her heart was pounding.

Zhou Yingying took two steps forward and said with concern: "Aunt Qingnu, are you okay?" ”

Qingnu's body trembled, and he replied tremblingly: "It's okay, it's okay!" ”

"Aunt Qingnu, don't blame Brother Murong for being ruthless, he hates treachery the most in his life! If it weren't for the ......" Zhou Yingying's fingers brushed her jade porcelain muscles, gently tucked the broken hair on the sideburns behind her ears, and then continued with a slight smile, "Less, it's not a leg!" ”

"Bang!" A window opened abruptly, and then, "Bang! Boom! Several sounds, the windows in the Yaoguang Hall opened from west to east, and the tattered veils floated out. Inch by inch, flying in the morning light, reflecting the clear blue color.

The silk silk was raised to the face, and Zhou Yingying stretched out her hand to twist the inch, and looked at the golden rays of the sun. The breeze was blowing, and the color of this drop of blue shook in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but hook an arc, and murmured: "The sky is blue, and it is finally dyed!" ”