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

In February, when the grass grows and the warbler flies, the sun is warm, the wind is warm, and the trees slowly pull out their tender branches.

The willow tree of the palace also slowly woke up under the kiss of the spring breeze, and the branches were pumping, swaying slightly in the wind with its slender grace.

As if standing under the willow tree, she reached out and broke the hanging willow without hesitation, and then threw it on the ground, who would have thought that a flower cherisher would go to such a wreckage of this lovely branch, as if she just wanted to use this to vent well, she didn't understand why King Fu treated himself like this, why did he control himself? She noticed that they seemed to be getting farther and farther away from each other after returning from South Vietnam.

As if the more she thought about it, the more sad and angry she became, she broke all the branches she could reach, and they were still on the ground, and she used her feet to step on the branches that were broken by herself from time to time.

It's like venting here, but I don't know that someone not far away is looking at me with a smile.

"Is enough for the baby?" It seemed that she felt bored for a while, and then slowly squatted down to sort out the branches that had been damaged by herself, and saw that the delicate branches were scattered like this, as if she felt distressed, and at this time a warm and cold sound sounded in her ears. As if she hadn't looked back, she bit her lip tightly, trying not to let herself talk to him, picking up a branch with both hands and writing and drawing on the sandy ground at random.

Murong Yichuan saw that she ignored him, but he didn't get angry, he put one of his hands on top of the softness, and quietly watched what she was writing and drawing on the ground

It's like a mess of heart, although the hands are moving. However, I don't know what to write, what to draw, and the three words of the phoenix are still written and written, yes, these three words have already penetrated into the bone marrow.

When King Fu saw the three words of the phoenix, he understood that he still couldn't forgive himself for tearing up the two paintings on the wall, yes, there were indeed a lot of things happening between them after returning from South Vietnam, and there were a lot of misunderstandings, but this qiē was not something he could control!

After a long time, as if she felt a little tired, she still had the branch in her hand and wanted to stand up, but the man behind kept her; "You let go of me, I'm going back to Funing Palace, don't you still have a lot of business to deal with?" It's like saying coldly.

King Fu did not let go because of Wanruo's coldness, and then leaned on Wanruo's ear and said softly; "Come with me, I'll show you something." The words were soft, but there was an irresistible majesty in them.

Wan Ruo was so reluctantly hugged by King Fu to the study, and then he took out a scroll from the drawer and put it in Wan Ruo's hand; "Open it and take a look." As if expressionless to take the scroll, she slowly opened, immediately her eyes lit up, only to see that the painting was painted with three or two plum trees, plum blossoms are blooming, plum trees only saw a pair of men and women standing with ten fingers clasped, a few petals fell on their shoulders, behind them is a round of red sun.

"It's not us—" Ruoran was no longer happy, the scene of this painting was the first time they went to the suburbs of South Vietnam to see the red plum blossoms, I really didn't expect him to paint it, King Fu looked like that joy, his face showed a little pride and peace of mind; "Do you like it?" There was a shallow smile on the corners of King Fu's eyes and eyebrows, and he looked at it with pity, as if he nodded; "I like it, it's really hard for you, I still remember this, and I still draw it so well." , in an instant, she seems to be moved to a mess, she is such a sensual woman, a fallen leaf can make her sad and cry, and a flower can make her smile.