Chapter 47: A Tacit Understanding (2)
The wind was blowing, and it was blowing on the face, causing a rough pain. The tassel dragged a slight itch on the cheeks, and the heart throbbed shallowly inexplicably.
Wan'er raised her eyes slightly, and lowered her eyes again. The feather eyelashes are densely packed into a array, and a row of dark shadows is laid down, which looks very peaceful and demure.
However, the red plum makeup on her left forehead is the most dazzling bright color, which is tantamount to a sense of impact that is completely contrary to the cold temperament around her, and like a deep spell that she cannot ignore and cannot ignore!
After a moment's pause, Wan'er continued to walk, and then slowly left without a sound.
Taiping, who was leaning on the withered branches, narrowed his phoenix eyes and contemplated. When the wind blows, the big pleated skirt is ready to lift in line with the wind, and this gorgeous red stream gathers in the dark brown dead wood forest, and the visual impact brought by it is also straightforward and explicit, burning eyes!
Everything is in the Luoyang Palace in the early winter, Huo Ran looks so weird, as if there is some invisible aura in the surrounding void space silently laughing, and this magnificent and prosperous heavy building hall tosses and turns, subtle and perfect to show a natural big array!
Even if there has never been a positive response from either party, the essence of the matter has long been tacitly understood and understood by each other. This...... That's enough......
A drop of candle tears came down around the thousand-lotus-shaped candlestick, ticking down a piece of hot wax oil along the edge, and accidentally dripping in the middle of a silver hairpin bead flower placed next to it.
And with a long sigh, the cardamom-dyed fingertips climbed up the thick chest of the person in front of him, rubbing up and down repeatedly. But even this gesture is ambiguous, it still can't hide the surrounding atmosphere, which is indescribably redundant and heavy.
"What's wrong?" Gently turning sideways, Huaiyi slowly hugged the Wuzi Thinking Empress from behind, and after a while, he noticed the faint strangeness that the Empress Wu was haunting in his arms and frustrated in his heart. The kung fu of insight has been refined long ago, and it lies in the two words "careful"!
Empress Wu heard Xue Huaiyi's question, Fang Fu came back to his senses, glanced at him through the silhouette of the curtain full of eyes, and saw that his beautiful eyebrows were buried in the dark dim light, as if he was the only one left in the whole world at this time......
This somewhat absurd idea just got up, and Empress Wu felt a cry in her heart, and suddenly felt that she was very pathetic!
Today, she is the real ruler of the Tang Dynasty, in a position where everyone is in the limelight and a god-like position. She can calmly shuttle through one political storm after another, invisible guns and arrows, and gunpowder smoke without a trace of dirt; You can fly phoenix wings above the hall and remove those eye-popping weeds that are about to move; You can coldly look at the gods and Buddhas and all living beings, regardless of the domineering self-esteem...... The sad and cruel thing is that because of such a special identity and the special situation she is in, she can't find a sincere person who can talk about everything and have nothing else to do! Not even her only daughter, who is regarded as the jewel of her palm.
is the so-called hatred of confidants, especially deep!
In this way, although she has been very fond of Xue Huaiyi for a while, because of these many concerns, the Empress Wu is not very relieved about Xue Huaiyi who is in a good year, and she can't help but wonder, is he trying to do something if he is serving him so attentively?