I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, and the spring breeze is like scissors. Great literature

The water of Lake Mochizuki is clear and transparent, and the lake is quiet like a mirror, and the lotus stands in the water, like a slim girl. The calm surface of the lake reflected the graceful willows on both sides of the lake and the delicate Mochizuki Pavilion, and a gentle breeze passed, and the lake immediately rippled, and the shadow suddenly became mottled and broken.

As if quietly looking at the secluded lake, her hand gently placed on her already obvious lower abdomen, and the occasional fetal movement made her feel a little flustered, but it was a kind of happy panic.

Thoughts are like the catkins of March, which are slowly diffused in the wind, these days like a life is quite peaceful, although the Ximen family's family affairs have been closed for several days, and they did not go to the wedding, this psychological knot is untied little by little, it stands to reason that they should be happy, but there are still so many untied knots in their hearts that are entwined with themselves, so they can't really open their eyebrows and smile, I don't know when she has begun to miss the days when she just recovered her memory, That one's own world is as clean as a blank piece of paper, all he feels is Yi Chuan's love, and he is sure that he is his only one, their hearts are closely connected, but slowly and slowly their hearts are separated little by little, she doesn't know if she is leaving, or his heart is leaving. Great literature

"What do you think?" With the voice came, there was no longer a figure on the calm lake, and the tall figure immediately occupied the lake, as if suddenly looking back, but facing Yi Chuan's jade-like face; She shook her head slightly; "I didn't think about anything, you're back."

Murong habitually put his hand on Wanruo's shoulder, and stood with her to face the calm lake; "There are fewer things today, so I'll come directly to accompany you when I return to the palace, are you happy?"

It was as if he didn't show the joy that Ikawa expected, but his expression was faint. Great literature

"It seems that you don't need my company with this expression, then I'll go back to the study." Murong Yichuan half-jokingly, and then moved his hand away from Wanruo's shoulder, making a gesture of wanting to leave, as if he was busy pulling his sleeve; "Where did I say that I was not happy that you were with me, I haven't played chess with you for a few days, and it's not interesting to play chess with others, so you can play a few games of chess with me."

Speaking of playing chess, Murong Yichuan suddenly felt that his hands were itchy, thinking that he hadn't played chess with Wanruo for a long time, he felt that in addition to playing chess with the emperor and playing chess with Zhongli Wenjun, he was just playing chess with Wanruo.

"Alright then, let's go back to Yin'an Palace, there happens to be a big chessboard in the courtyard there." As he spoke, Yi Chuan hugged as if he wanted to go towards the Yin'an Palace, and when they turned around, they saw a familiar figure walking towards them, so they looked at each other and stopped.

It's none other than Murong Ziyan.

It is said that Murong Ziyan did not achieve the result she wanted from the emperor, so she was very unhappy, she did not leave the palace immediately, but went to the Empress Dowager Xiao, wanting to beg the Empress Dowager Xiao, but the Empress Dowager Xiao went to see the seriously ill Concubine Xiao, Zi Yan had to leave the harem, she did not return to the princess's mansion, but went straight to the palace.

Zi Yan did not let others report, but came to the palace by car, she went to the Yin'an Palace, Ping'er said that King Fu should accompany Wanruo in the garden, so she went straight to the garden.

From a distance, Zi Yan saw Fu Wang and Wan Ru standing side by side, the two of them looked so happy and sweet, in the face of the kind of you and I am thick, tender and sweet, Zi Yan was not jealous in her heart, thinking about herself and Wen Jun, it seemed to be as plain as a glass of boiled water, but occasionally adding a little sugar became a luxury for her.

Zhongli Wenjun is a cheerful, romantic and warm man, but he gives Zi Yan a life like boiled water, and King Fu is a melancholy and redundant and cheerful, cold and redundant and gentle man, but now he gives all the romance and warmth, although the life between them was once as cold as ice, and their hearts were thousands of miles apart, but after all kinds of experiences, their love was not sleeping, their love slowly woke up, and they never slept again after waking up, and they lived happily in the world of love, which was Zi Yan's most jealous, as if he has forgotten Wen Jun, they have become strangers between them, why can't he completely get Wen Jun's heart? Is it true that what you can't get is always the best?