The lonely soul is slowly fragmented in the years, the feelings are slowly mottled in the years, and suddenly looking back on the past has become an irreproducible past, so it will always sleep in our memory.

As if staying in King Fu's study, she didn't eat dinner, so she asked Su Su to bring herself some snacks to eat, and after eating some she had no appetite, so she left the snacks on the plate, and there were many fruits in the tray next to her, she peeled many oranges when she had nothing to do, and she was not interested in eating a few bites, there were many boxes in King Fu's study, and the boxes were locked, and some confidential texts were placed inside, and ordinary people could not move them casually, As if she was not interested in the text on the bookcase, she turned to the back room, in addition to a bed, there is also a tall rosewood table of eight immortals, and three shelves, two shelves are all books, and the other shelf is some rare treasures, there are a few swords hanging on the wall, and there are a lot of precious calligraphy and paintings, as well as a few portraits painted by King Fu himself, but from the former Ximen Ruoxuan to today's Oriental Wanruo. It was as if the curtain was rolled up, and then sat on the bed, there were several books on the pillow of King Fu, one was "The Art of War" and one was "Spring and Autumn", and one was Wen Tingyun's "Flower Collection", as if he picked up Wen Tingyun's "Flower Collection" with great interest to read it at will, Fu Wang is a romantic person, but he has a soft spot for the romantic poet Wen Tingyun, because of his cold and majestic temperament and his rigor make it impossible to associate this stereotypical person with the word romantic, However, he is a romantic person, his romance is in his bones, but his romance will only be shown in front of the woman he loves the most.

As if unconsciously lifted the pillow, but found that there was a white handkerchief under the pillow, looking at the handkerchief, Wanruo's heart was tight, she was busy picking up the handkerchief, the handkerchief was folded into a square, she unfolded the handkerchief little by little, only to see a poem written on it "Who pities the bone cold"

If I hadn't listened to the west wind, how would I have known that the night was cold?

If it weren't for the sleepless night, how would I know that the cold moon was accompanied by a lone star

The night is cold, and my heart is cold

Don't say that the lamp is cold, but it weeps for the lonely people until dawn

Lonely alone on the empty building, suddenly looking back at the lonely sycamore

The night is boundless, and the thoughts are infinite

Looking at the lonely lamp, loneliness is like a tide

Looking at the lonely lamp, my thoughts are like stars

Weeping alone, tears are as cold as ice

Soft bowels are broken, and no one pities them

Tears remain, and my heart is cold

I'm most afraid that the lights will be thin, and my dream will not come true.

The tall and strong font seems to be familiar, looking at this sad word seems to feel so familiar, so familiar, as if this is from the depths of her soul seeping out, she feels that this should be her own thing, half of the embroidery is made of colored silk threads, and it is really her own, because the stitches on it are from her own hands, so why did she embroider half of it and run aground?

"What are you here?" Just when I was looking at the handkerchief and was suspicious, a strong and soft voice came to mind. Then a pair of large hands held her shoulders.

As if she was busy, her thoughts pulled back, and she pointed to the man on the opposite wall with a blink of an eye; "Ikawa; What's going on? ”

Murong Yichuan fixed his eyes and saw that this was the song that was like the performance and creation of the lotus silk qin, and he personally wrote the lyrics on the handkerchief in order to please her, as if he was secretly embroidering, but she had an accident halfway through the embroidery, and she didn't want this past to be repeated, so she collected the handkerchief, but she didn't expect to let her see it. At that time, they had never loved each other, although they had different dreams in the same bed, and now they are in love, so why bother turning up the past, the past follows the wind, hoping that a qiē will sleep in the deepest part of the memory forever, never again, never again.

Murong Yichuan stretched out his hand and took the handkerchief, "Like; It's all in the past, let's not mention it again, it's not too early, it's time to rest, and we'll talk about it tomorrow. As if facing Murong Yichuan's evasive eyes, she knew that there must be something in it, and that curiosity and desire to find her heart once again occupied the peak, "I just want to know what is going on with this veil, can't you even satisfy this request?" You asked me to bow to the Xiao family and I promised you, I will do anything for you, but can't you satisfy me once? An expression of grievance and grievance took over his entire face.

Murong Yichuan hugged Wanruo in his arms and sighed softly; "Okay, okay, I tell you, the lyrics on this were created when you participated in the performance of the lotus silk qin, I only listened to it once and memorized the lyrics, and then unloaded the top of the veil, you embroidered half of it and fell off the cliff, this is the passage, the reason why I hid it, I don't want you to hurt your mind, I know you want to restore your memory, but you have to go with the flow, go with the flow." "I see, I'll give it to you when I'm done embroidering." Infinite softness swelled up in her heart, and she took the handkerchief that Yi Chuan had collected; "You have to promise me to wait for you to give birth to the child before you do these things, your only task now is to take care of the fetus, and don't have anything to do with that woman named Ouyang Jin in the future, you know?"

It was as if he was confused, "Why?" She has always wanted to match Ouyang Jin and Shangguan Tianjue.

King Fu didn't want to explain so much to Wanruo, so he sank his face slightly; "There's no why, I just said that if I don't let you, just be obedient, don't ask so much, you who are obedient are the most real you." Slowly, King Fu's tone softened.

"It's getting late, you can send me back." As if slowly breaking free from King Fu's arms, she took the handkerchief in her arms and wanted to go out, "Don't go, stay tonight." King Fu grabbed Wanruo and stopped her from leaving.