It's late at night, and the lone lamp lights up whose scars

It was as if she had sent her daughter to the nurse, and then she returned to her room, without locking the door deliberately, she didn't know if she was waiting for the man, or if she was refusing, full of contradictions

Because Chunhong and Chunxiang were both injured, Ping'er sent Cuicui to serve Wanruo

"Princess, the night is already very late, the slave and maid are waiting for you to rest." Cuicui reminded cautiously

He shook his head

"I don't want to sleep yet, you go and make me a pot of strong tea, and then you can go down and rest."

After a while, Cuicui put a pot of strong tea in front of Wanruo

It was as if he looked at the strong tea in front of him, and then said to Cuicui, it's not too early, you go down to rest, I will call you if you have anything

Cuicui said that the slave and maid would leave, and then went out

It was as if he had poured himself a cup of tea, and the heat of the tea blurred his vision

Suddenly, it felt so boring, what should I do after a long night?

It was like unfolding the scriptures brought back from Leng Cui'an, she wanted to read the content carefully and carefully, and then copy, she hoped that she could understand the content she wanted from the Buddhist scriptures, but her heart was like numbness, and the scriptures were slow and comfortable, but in the face of the dense words, she suddenly had no mood, or no patience to read it

As if putting away the scrolls, she brought pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and wanted to write a few words casually

But with a pen in hand, I don't know what to write?

Will you come tonight? Do you still have expectations for King Fu? She asked countless times, but she didn't know, in short, her heart was very chaotic and chaotic

Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and her footsteps slowly approached, as if she hadn't looked back, she knew who was coming, and she tried not to turn back

At this moment, she doesn't know if the affection in her heart is love or hate?

King Fu walked step by step, as if he was still sitting there as steady as Mount Tai, this time holding not a dagger, but a brush

"Wouldn't it be harder to sleep when you drink strong tea at night, you can't sleep well in the first place." Fu Wang's voice was a little hoarse, more and more magnetic, and although his words were a little stiff, they were full of warmth

As if she didn't speak, just held the brush in her hand tightly, she didn't know what to say, she didn't know how to say, everything that happened in the past day or so was like a nightmare of liver and intestines.

In the face of Wan Ruo's indifference, King Fu just sighed bitterly in his heart

King Fu sat down next to Wanruo, he snatched the brush in Wanruo's hand, and then wrote a song poem on the paper

The white lotus pond was on the moon and reunited tonight. Qu Shui Lan boat, remembering to accompany Feiqiong to watch the moon sleep.

After the yellow flowers and green wine were shared, the tears were wet and moaned. In the old days, the South Lake picks lotuses in the season.

At that time, the place where the moon was flying was still bleak. I will also think about it, but I don't sleep longer in solitary nights.

Tear stains all over the mandarin duck pillow, rewinding the corridor. The east window on the moon has grown to the point where I want to break my bowels.

King Fu didn't know why he wrote this sad poem, he felt that his mood or mood at the moment was very suitable for these words, and he also felt that these words should be suitable for Wanruo, the long night was long, accompanied by Yi, but they were each sad, and their bowels were broken

As if looking at the poem written by Murong Yichuan, suddenly her heart softened, her eyes unconsciously moved from the paper to the man's body, the angular outline of the man under the lamp seemed to have lost a little weight, once upon a time did she really care about him, and her chorus was not torturing this man?

It was as if she picked up the words written by King Fu, and then walked to the piano, she sat down gently, her fingers gently stirring the strings,

King Fu also stood up from his seat, and then stood aside and looked as if playing the harp

The tune is soft and tactful, sad and desolate, as if with a melody like water, and then sings softly, singing the song that King Fu has just unloaded, and the song is as if it is composed according to his mood at the moment and the artistic conception in the song

Fu Wang is a person with a tonic rhythm, he bends his waist for the talent of Wanruo, the tune is mournful and low, and the soft voice of the voice is more and more sad and lingering, heartbreaking, when a person sings a song that makes people feel immersive, then it means that the singer is singing with his heart or soul, and at this moment it seems to be using his whole to interpret the song

King Fu couldn't help but want to follow the harmony, so he picked up Xiao who was placed aside, and then reconciled with the melody.

It's like hearing the sound of the flute in your ears, and the sound of the flute echoes the sound of your own piano, which can be said to complement each other

The bent waist of Qin Xiao and Ming reminded him of himself and Zhongli Wenjun's Qin Xiao and Ming a few months ago, but the artistic conception is different, the people are different, so the mood is also different.

After playing the song, it seems that it is still unfinished, the song is repeated, and the sound of the flute in my ears is still repeating

As if singing and singing tears like rain, her fingers slowly stopped, the sound of the piano slowly stopped, and the sound of the flute also stopped, as if she lowered her head and sobbed, why did she cry, was it moved? Or is it pain? Still is???

King Fu knew that the image at this moment was the softest, and he must seize this opportunity to capture her heart

King Fu slowly squatted down, and his hands gently carried on the soft shoulders that were like a lot

As if there was no dodge, King Fu became more and more presumptuous, and he took Wanruo into his arms, as if he only struggled a few times, and then stopped struggling

"Like, let's not torture each other, okay? It's not early, rest early, you've been tossing for a day, don't think about yourself, you should also think about your daughter, don't be willful, okay? ”

"Wayward?" Are you too willful, or are you too hurtful? It's like asking secretly in my heart

It's as if there is no riposte, no words

Murong Yichuan hugged Wanruo to the bed, he wanted to kiss her very much, but thinking about what he did to her last night, at this moment he felt that he couldn't be so early, so that Wanruo's heart slowly calmed down

As if there was no resistance, let Murong Yichuan let him go

As if she thought that Murong Yichuan would do something to her, but when she lay firmly on the bed, a trace of happiness passed through her heart

It took a long time for him to break the silence

"Are your injuries healed/'" asked lukewarmly

King Fu subconsciously touched his wrist, which was still wrapped in gauze

"It's okay, you don't have to worry, forget about this wound, you can rest assured that no one will only lose this matter." King Fu's protection made a trace of gratitude pass through Wanruo's heart, if he didn't really care about why he bothered to cover up this matter, maybe he really misunderstood him, maybe he really didn't know him well enough

The hand unconsciously stroked the face of King Fu, very light, very light

"Lord Wang, do you hate me?" As if suddenly asked, King Fu's heart trembled, why would she ask such a question, hate; I only have love for her, no hate

King Fu said categorically that I have never hated you, you have no reason for me to hate, I only have love for you, not hate.

It's like a cold smile; "There is no hate."

If there is no love, there is no hate, what kind of logic is this, King Fu disagrees, but he doesn't want to defend it at the moment

King Fu was silent, as if he didn't say anything

It was as if he turned over slightly, and then gave King Fu a back

King Fu approached Wanruo, and then hugged Wanruo's back

She can distance herself, but she must get closer, she must get closer, only then will the distance between each other not get farther and farther