Even if the sea is reduced to a mulberry field, you are still the flower that blooms forever in my heart.

The night is deep, and the moon is as bright as water.

Murong Yichuan walked out of the Yin'an Hall step by step in the continuous moonlight, he originally planned to go directly to the Funing Palace, but at the fork of the Funing Hall and Huaixuan Pavilion, he unconsciously walked to the left, like a rope pulling into the Huaixuan Pavilion step by step.

Huaixuan Pavilion is still dimly lit, and a few girls who keep vigil here have gone back to their rooms to sleep, the whole courtyard is quiet, and the willows under the moonlight seem so abrupt and lonely. It used to be the warmest paradise, but now it's a lone nest. Murong Yichuan walked into the courtyard step by step, and walked to the room where the lights were circulating, pushing the door of the room was not the gentle smile of the beauty, and the lights flowing out of the room were the loneliness and lingering loss. Murong Yichuan stepped into the room, gently closed the door, he looked around the room, it was spotless, the furnishings were still the same, but he didn't see the woman like a flower, he stretched out his hand but could only hug the lonely air, and he could no longer hug the delicate body.

Murong Yichuan pushed open the door of Ruoxuan's bedroom at the west gate, and a faint fragrance entered his heart, but he saw that the lights were thin, the purple roller blinds were stretched, and the roller blinds were endless. Murong Yichuan sat on the edge of the bed, facing the portrait of Ximen Ruoxuan on the wall, but his heart was stacked, he was almost going to accompany Xuanxuan on this trip to South Vietnam, but it was almost a little bit after all.

What Murong Yichuan is most afraid of is facing his two feelings, one is the old man who is his childhood sweetheart, who has a deep love but has been sleeping underground, and the other is a newcomer who has twists and turns with himself but can still be reached, these two women are the biggest bond in his life, he knows that falling in love with Xuanxuan is equivalent to betraying Xuanxuan, but he can't quit for a long time, but he can't completely give the corner that belongs to Ximen Ruoxuan after all, this is his pain, He felt that he had a kind of guilt for both the old and the new, and this guilt always tormented him when he dreamed back at midnight, and what he was most afraid of was loneliness, but loneliness was too much to see stitches.

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As if she had finished bathing and put on a new set of clothes, she deliberately painted herself a light makeup, her hair was spread out, she sat quietly on the bed, holding her daughter who was dreaming sweet dreams in her arms, looking at the few slowly thinning candles on the table not far away, there would occasionally be a little wind in her ears, she felt that it was so comfortable, the wind here was not as cold as the wind in the northwest, and the same night here would not be as chilling as the northwest, because this is her home, and every qiē here is her own.

The door was slowly pushed open, followed by footsteps, as if knowing who was coming.

Murong Yichuan pushed open the door of the bedroom, followed by a faint fragrance, the curtain was raised, and he saw that he was sitting on the bed in a neatly dressed manner, holding his sleeping daughter in his arms, at this moment his heart was completely softened, such warmth was what he wanted for a while, thinking about the loneliness and pain he had just in Huaixuan Pavilion, the picture at this moment was enough to alleviate a qiē.

"You haven't slept yet, have you? Are you waiting for me to dress up so beautifully? While speaking, Murong Yichuan had already come to the side and sat down, looking like a mother and daughter in front of him.

It's like a yawn; Road; "I'm not waiting for you, I just washed my hair and haven't dried it yet, don't be sentimental, don't think that if I don't say those things in the northwest, it will mean forgetting jì, you go back to your Yin'an Palace or your Huaixuan Pavilion, I want to sleep with my daughter." It's as if she deliberately wants to say these things to stimulate the other party, and she really can't let go of the recent things. It seemed that she could feel that Murong Yichuan must have been to Huaixuan Pavilion, and she felt more and more that she would always be second in his mind, and she gave birth to a child for him, and lingered for him, but after all, she could not surpass Ximen Ruohang's position in her mind, and she could never surpass it.

Murong Yichuan's heart tightened when he heard this, there was no superfluous expression on his face, he stretched out his hand and gently touched his daughter's tender little face, "If you have a daughter, you don't want me, you are really excessive." Murong Yichuan didn't go to the words of Wanruo, but figured out that Guò and his daughter competed for favor to please Wanruo.

It's like a smile; said with a bit of bitter vinegar; "It's enough for me to have a daughter, you go, go find your Xuanxuan, your Mrs. Ru." As if he had spoken, he twisted his head to the side, and his hair danced gently, which was very moving.

"You're talking nonsense, I'm really gone."

"You dare." It was as if he reached out and grabbed Murong Yichuan's wrist.

Murong Yichuan's body moved towards Wanruo's side, and the two of them sat side by side.

"By the way, the piece of jade given by the Zhou family is in the drawer of my dresser, and you can take it for your daughter to wear." It's like a flute.

Murong Yichuan nodded, and then went down to the ground and brought the piece of jade according to Wanruo's wishes, as if he had already threaded a red silk thread on the jade pendant, "You put it on your daughter, but you move lightly, don't wake her up." It was as if she had gently erected her daughter's body, and she was afraid that Murong Yichuan's rude movements would hurt her daughter. Murong Yichuan carefully put the jade on his daughter's pink neck, and carefully tied the red thread into a concentric knot, so that this piece of jade will always accompany her daughter, and after fifteen years, she can be concentric with the true owner of this piece of jade.

"The matter of my daughter's family affairs is still for you to sue the queen mother, I may not enter the palace in the past two days, I hope you will take me to ask for sin, I want to sort out my mood in the palace." It's like a quiet expression.

Murong Yichuan nodded; "Okay, when you enter the palace, I will accompany you, you can rest assured that I will get your grievances back for you sooner or later, and I will definitely do it." Murong Yichuan looked at the look of affection, and there was a bit of hatred in his deep eyes, he was going to enter the palace to see the emperor tomorrow, to be honest, Murong Yichuan's heart was also under pressure, he was really afraid that he would not be able to suppress his anger and do irrational things.