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It was as if lying on Murong Yichuan's solid back felt so stable, although there was a little episode between each other just now, and it was a little unpleasant, but at this moment they wanted to erase the little episode just now, not to affect the good mood at the moment, at least if they thought so.

Murong Yichuan walked towards the red plum tree step by step, he gently crossed the small river that was not wide, and then came to the three or two red plum trees. Murong Yichuan's heart was full of emotion, the recent events disturbed him, so that his heart was always turbulent, and he wanted to try to calm down, but he couldn't be quiet, if he returned to Beijing, how should he face the emperor with a human face and a beast's heart? How should their so-called brotherhood go on? Although he wanted to revolt, he knew that the time had not come, so he could only endure the next qiē to expand his power, and then wait for the time to be ripe. Murong Yichuan thought of these heavy things as if a big stone had pressed on his heart, but the woman on his back could not completely reassure him, Murong Yichuan felt that his heart was so heavy. Murong Yichuan wanted to follow his own thoughts, but he stood under a plum tree, seeing the blooming red plums, Ximen Ruoxuan's flower-like pretty face appeared in front of him, as well as his gentle and delicate demeanor, although he warned himself again and again to bury her deeply, but her shadow always flashed in front of her inadvertently, and as time passed, she was still an unshakable woman in Murong Yichuan's heart. Great literature

It was as if lying on Murong Yichuan's back, but when he looked up, he saw a faint white light in Yichuan's forest-like hair.

"Oops;" It was as if he saw the white hair and screamed unconsciously; "Like; What happened to you? At this time, Murong Yichuan's thoughts returned to reality.

It's like a way; "Ikawa; I found out you have gray hair. Murong Yichuan was taken aback when he heard this, and said in his heart How could I have gray hair before I was thirty years old, if so, then why didn't I find it, and why didn't the maid who served me groom find out?

"You're dazzled." Murong Yichuan said with a skeptical tone.

As if looking closely, she affirmed; "I absolutely don't, or I'll take it down for you and see for yourself."

Murong Yichuan saw that what Wanruo said was definitely true, so he said that you should do it, but don't correct it. Murong Yichuan also wanted to confirm whether it was true or false, for a man, it should be a sadness that he was born early in the age of his establishment. Great literature

It was as if he had carefully pulled off the silver thread buried in the pile of black hair, for fear of hurting him, as if he was particularly careful.

Murong Yichuan looked at the silver filament that seemed to be handed to him, a trace of vicissitudes passed over his handsome face, looking at the shining silver filament Murong Yichuan couldn't help but sigh slightly, he was really old, old, and he would enter the age of standing in a few years, but he had no heirs, and he was living in danger, and suddenly King Fu felt that the future was bleak, and he seemed to be in a dark world with no bright lights.

As if she saw Murong Yichuan holding that white hair for a long time and didn't speak, she hurriedly asked with concern; "Ikawa; What happened to you? Isn't it just a gray hair, don't take it too seriously. As soon as Murong Yichuan's hand was released, his white hair fluttered to the ground.

"Like; You promised me that you must take good care of yourself, take care of the child in your belly, and you must give birth to a son for me in this child, you must be. Murong Yichuan said with the taste of his usual command, although this tone carried an irresistible majesty, but there was still a faint expectation and longing in his tone.

Suddenly, she felt that she was under so much pressure, she could understand the mood of King Fu Panzi, he could have three wives and four concubines, so he would not have such a strong mood, but he didn't, he actually gave up taking a concubine for himself, so he definitely couldn't let him down, as if he had also prayed silently in his heart countless times that this child could give birth to a son, otherwise he would really live up to the love of King Fu and Empress Dowager Xiao.

Seeing that King Fu hadn't spoken for a long time, he hurriedly asked; "Why don't you speak? What are you thinking? ”

It's like a way; "No, I didn't think about anything, Yichuan, let me down, you're tired too."

Murong Yichuan shook his head; "I'm not tired, that's good,"

"I'd better come down, the mountain is so beautiful, let's take a walk together." As if he said resolutely, King Fu saw that Wanruo was resolute, so he had to squat down and let Wanruo leave his back.

As if standing under the red plum tree, he stretched a big lazy waist, "Ah, this flower is blooming so well, almost like that of our palace." "It's like picking a flower and putting it in the palm of your hand.

King Fu stood beside Wanruo, looking at her joyful touch, his mood slowly relaxed, since he went out for a walk with her, he couldn't live up to this good interest.

"Don't just look at the flowers, you can't thank me for carrying you for so long." King Fu wanted to make fun of it, but he also wanted to enliven the somewhat dull atmosphere between the pungent noses.

The smile froze slightly; She turned her face to look at Murong Yichuan with a bad expression; "Then does the prince let the concubine kneel and bow with you, or lead the horse for you?" As if she also knew King Fu's voiceover, she pretended not to know and joked.

Murong Yichuan twisted his eyebrows and scolded; "Princess Fu, don't come here to pretend to be stupid to this king, don't you know how this king wants you to thank you?"

It was like a mischievous wink, and then shook his head vigorously; "The concubine is stupid, and I hope Chitose will make it clear."

"Okay, you actually put garlic for this king here, see how this king cleans you up." King Fu stretched out his slender arms and pulled them into his arms, as if he was his opponent, and obediently leaned on King Fu's arms.

* Yesterday I made a small mistake in that title, and I was always confused about this poem, but I changed it today.