Chapter 19: The Servant Pours the Wine Cup—The Emperor Asks for a Forehead Wound (3)

The gold-painted, gorgeous and dissolving wide sleeves slowly lifted up, facing the brilliant golden afterglow of the sunset, Li Dan slowly gathered his palm in this virtual space, and a trace of slightly moving taste appeared between his eyebrows.

There has never been anyone or anything that can make him as chaotic as he is now, showing a little atrophy. Fortune-telling is not as good as resignation, ordinary people always unconsciously want to pursue the so-called extraordinary, and the real wise man has always been only willing to be ordinary, enjoy the ordinary, this is the principle and true chapter he pursues between the world. But he also has a weakness, except for her......

The soft Xu Feng sandwiched the thin warmth, and when he hit his face, he was thin and drunk at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows: "How did you hurt it?" Li Dan frowned, and while looking at Wan'er's face, his voice was extremely soft, and he could really feel the distress that was evident between the lines. Yes, it is a throbbing of the heart that comes from the source of the soul.

Just when Fang Cai suddenly saw the narrow scar on Shangguan Wan'er's originally smooth left forehead, which was so vivid and distinct, that it was scorching, he felt that his whole person became faintly trembling, and there seemed to be a flame rushing in his body!

Wan'er staggered her gaze at Li Dan when she heard the voice, raised her hand and habitually put a few tassels behind her ears, and personally turned back to the inner hall and took a thousand folds of red silk. The palace lantern is lit by an orange candle in the courtyard.

Suddenly, in the darkness of the ink after the sun set, the vision was dyed with a layer of charm because of the faint shadow of the dancing lights.

Li Dan sighed on the spot, stagnated slightly, and then walked over with her.

Wan'er's beautiful face was ruthless and unchanging, and she did not answer Li Dan's question, nor did she have any ripples because of Li Dan's rarely seen eyebrows; The opening and closing room of the shell teeth was just talking to himself about those words that asked His Majesty to take care of himself, no need to worry about the outside, and everything was fine with the King of Linzi. Even if Li Dan has heard this call hundreds of times, no matter how sincere it is, if he hears it a lot, it is true that it has suddenly become pale and tasteless!

In fact, Li Dan didn't listen to anything at the moment, and this face looked a little twitchy because of his distress. Cramp. Although he knew Shangguan Wan'er's usual nature and slight arrogance, at this moment, he still had no time to care about anything because of the drive of his heart, raised his arm and stretched out his hand tremblingly, and the fingertips of the wind slowly wandered over the woman's face, cautiously, intending to caress the fresh scar on Wan'er's left forehead that hurt his Zen heart.

His heart couldn't tell anything else but her! Suddenly touching the wound on her left forehead, those good moods that were originally held, the steps and souls that they thought they should have stepped out of the red dust, instantly fell back to this mundane because of her! Even before Wan'er came, Li Dan still wanted to pick up some pink and white peach blossoms in spring to decorate this bright candlestick, so that the refreshing and tender peach blossom fragrance and the indifferent and bright pine resin were intertwined......

But was dodged by Wan'er.

Dan painted the sleeve of the small golden dragon stiffly raised, and the sticking out fingers stopped in mid-air, still maintaining the posture of probing forward, and was stunned for a moment. But very quickly, after a stack of mixed feelings, this state of mind suddenly became inconsistent.

In a moment's moment, he withdrew his hand and waved his sleeve in the air and put it behind his back. The curved cuffs glide out of the silent curtain of the night. Li Dan squinted his eyes and looked up at the sky, and suddenly laughed.

This slightly bitter laughter disturbed Wan'er's death-like heart Gu who didn't know if it had already burned or never had any signs of life. She pointed to it and involuntarily stopped the action of lighting the lamp in her hand.

The laughter could not be resisted in her ears, and her azure white soapy body trembled slightly, and her delicate back trembled for a while. Just with the cold moon dissolving and the sky in a trance, inexplicably, I suddenly wanted to cry.