With the autumn light swirling in his eyes, Taiping suddenly looked back, lifted his skirt and stood on tiptoe of the soft-soled pale pink embroidered shoes, and the corners of his tender red lips rose slightly: "Hurry, come and chase me!" This tender voice was like a lark chirping, and he stuck out his little tongue at the young man behind him with handsome eyebrows and eyes while smiling.

Such a year, this ingenuity, this innocence that has not been annihilated in the boundless prosperity, is so good!

When Lai Junchen saw it in his eyes, he couldn't help but feel a relief in his heart. But in an instant, it is inevitable that the face will be dark. He understands that Taiping is the princess of the Tang Dynasty, and the life road that is laid behind her waiting for her to bow down and walk, bow and create is actually so long, some innate destined for her to be inescapable, the sense of fate is particularly strong, he understands that Taiping will leave him one day, so that the past, the farther and farther, far enough to create a touch of eternal and deep branding, magnificent epic legend in the long history of eternity; Far away, never to reach again!

The love is stronger, the edge is like the wind, the brocade is slightly cold, the stars and the moon are hazy, only the cuckoo is crying and red, and the green sleeves are cold and helping the sick in the moon......

When the autumn wind blew on his face, he came back to his senses, and hurriedly pulled his lips to suppress the sadness in his heart: "Lingyue, how much strength can you have!" So he chased and played with the princess.

Taiping looked back anxiously while running, and at this time, the silk skirt on his body was inadvertently tripped by a fallen wood and dead branch, and the hook was hooked on the dark brown disorderly fork.

Lai Junchen took two steps to run around this emptiness, and hugged her graceful waist from behind, which was a long and unruly growth in the two years of unguessing, and the slender plain fingers then slid up and squeaked the crook of her arm.

The black hair is charming, the eyes are like silk, and the peace dodges endlessly, so he has to "giggle" and laugh and beg for mercy. When Junchen finally stopped, the phoenix eyes suddenly flickered again, and then he turned around quickly, and instead she came to chase Junchen and giggle.

The splendid sky is like a waterfall, and the bright autumn sun echoes the golden waves, like the protection of the great Brahma king, and everything in the pure land of the Ganye Temple is so happy and serene!

But happiness is the happiness of others, and joy is also the joy of others, in the end there is another person, he took advantage of the emptiness of the two people in front of him to have fun and sighed quietly, and immediately hid in the depths of Xiao Xiaomi, quietly and silently raised the dark green wide sleeves, wiped a handful of tears, and did not let anyone see it.

This young man who secretly wiped his tears was Li Longji.

The sudden frightening dream of last night had already made him feel ominous, and he had been hanging with a worried heart all night and early in the morning. Finally, someone came from the Fangcai Palace, whispering something to the nun who was in charge of the Ganye Temple.

Because Longji has lived in sorrow since he was a child, and because of the uneasiness disturbed by that strange dream, he paid more attention, looked for a way to put aside Taiping and Junchen, and lightly hid in the deep corner of the main entrance of the nun wing to listen.

In this way, he smelled the inexplicable disappearance of his mother Dou Defei!

The mother concubine went with the queen to worship her grandmother. So many palace people obviously watched them go in, but after this time they entered, no one saw them come out again.

With such an entry and exit, two living people with fresh colors and fragrance evaporated out of thin air inexplicably! It's so much more mysterious than the ghost story that was made up!

But Longji knew that ghost stories were probably not true, because gods and ghosts probably wouldn't easily manifest themselves. The so-called ghost stories are actually controlled by people! The mother concubine and the queen were obviously secretly harmed......