Su Zijin listened to Fuxiu's words, and said coquettishly: "I'm not a child, I'm a big girl." The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "Then Su Zijin folded a delicate flower, left it between Fu Xiu's sideburns, and said with a smile: "It's still so beautiful!" ”

"In this palace, it should be good to have a good sister to take care of." The corners of Su Zijin's mouth rose, just like at that time, although Zijin entered the prince's mansion and was limited by the number of courtesies, but his elegant temperament could not be changed. Su Zijinyu stroked Fuxiu's cheek with his hand, touched cold tears, and forced a smile: "Look, they are all mothers, and they still have to cry their noses." Although Su Zijin said Fuxiu, he didn't argue and shed tears.

Su Zijin stroked away the tears on Fuxiu's face, and the wind trembled more and more, and he fixed his body, he was excited in his heart, and his love had arrived, and he smiled and wiped the tears on his face with a smile, which was a little cold.

"I'm happy, tears of joy."

Fuxiu couldn't help the pear blossom fall when he looked at her again, so he helped her stroke the pear and smiled, "Look at you, this party said that you don't want me to cry, you still cry yourself, don't cry, don't cry!" ”

The incense path of the small garden is full of smoke and rain, and the pond water is rippling. There are thousands of waves in her heart, she is still innocent, and she is still the elegant person

"It's fate to be able to see you again, but you can't run away."

The wind blew, and the tears on Su Zijin's face blew away, "I'm also happy tears!" ”

How can you not be happy, what's wrong with having a confidant friend in this court? What's more, he is still a close friend in the imperial capital, Su Zijin wiped away the remaining tears, and forced a smile, "This wind is big, Fu Xiu is pregnant, I'm afraid I can't stand this wind." Let yourself help you back! You can also see your dormitory by the way! Su Zijin took Fuxiu's hands and waited for her to reply.

Xiaofeng remnants of the willows, the affection is slow, but the body is slightly cool, the moon-white cloak is tight, Zijin is holding Fuxiu's hand, and the water eyes and veins are just like a trickle of heart. The style is like the moon, and it has nothing to do with the wind and clouds.

"You have a heart!"

If you think about it, only my best friend is the most popular with me.

The two of them returned to their own paths, and they talked all the way, like a spring breeze. "Zijin, come to me, give you a taste of the newly made pastries, stay by the way, play chess, and then have lunch......"

Chenyang autumn, although warm but also buckled into a coolness, the palace is sinister, today there are two people together, full of palace road why fear? Enough!

Chuxiu Palace.

The summer heat recedes and the new autumn falls, and the deep trees are still red. The maple leaves hit by the rain are red, like blood.

The flow of fireflies provokes emptiness, and the bright moon is idle. Mo Jiao's new worries suppress old worries, Fu Xiu recently accidentally learned that the Zhang family was tortured by Concubine Rong, why? Why, exactly? The ground is full of red, the dead leaves decay with the wind, and the heart is as cold as water.

Why did Yurong hide it from herself for so long, why? Why do people I trust treat me like this? His most beloved sister betrayed him, and the person he trusted the most hid it from him! What is the meaning of oneself in this house?

Outside the window, Fuxiu's eyes were dry, and his feelings were suppressed and he didn't dare to come out. Pouring down with the roar of thunder, looking out the window in vain, he rushed out of the door, tears that could not be suppressed in the rain gushed out, mixed in the heavy rain that he did not know the border. The shouts of the servants behind him were annihilated in the thunder, and the ringing in the ears was torn, only towards one goal.

The drizzle is dawning through the autumn evening, people are like jade willows, like eyebrows, who is in a dream. The curtain of the green curtain is first rolled, and there is a flower in the mirror. Concubine Rong raised her eyebrows and looked back at the candle flame, and the firelight was rising, as if the water surface was sparkling and rippling like the sun that Concubine Rong saw in the day. Fuxiu is like a cloud in my life, going out and back, with pride and indulgence to let her spread her wings.

It's like the tea buds blooming at the latest time, Concubine Rong is waiting for Fuxiu to grow, but she is afraid that she will not want to, and then blame herself. I also complained that I didn't tell her, but I was afraid that her resistant eyes made me bear to let her hurt again.

She hired Ting to come to me with the same smile as before, Concubine Rong slightly hooked the corners of her lips, as if it was safe, but her eyebrows and eyes were a little impatient, "Fu Xiu, why did you come to see me at this time, drenched like this," Concubine Rong turned around and called the maid to add clothes to her, but she understood that she knew after all.

When I arrived in Changle, the plaque flickered in the lightning, and the storage was Concubine Rong, a stunning beauty, with an excellent meaning. The candle shadow is swaying, the residual dream is still there, Fuxiu knows that she must not sleep, but she can't move forward, she is afraid, she is afraid, she is afraid that after knowing the truth, she will no longer have the strength to support herself in the mud of the deep palace, and she is afraid that I will be sucked into the mud and never recover.

The rain hit my eyes, and I was numb with pain. Concubine Rong's palace maid finally discovered her existence, and she knew that she couldn't escape it.

She was as concerned as before, but she had an impatience that was difficult to ignore, her heart was empty, and cold sweat was dripping from the back of her neck. His eyes were misty and unfocused, his soaked clothes were clinging to his body, and the evening breeze brought a chill.

The rain is dripping, and what is shattered is that there is little hope. I can't see how embarrassed I am at this time, I just know that I must be like an abandoned concubine now. The murmur seemed to be asking her. "Sister Rong, the rumors about the Zhang family are not true, right?"

The empty window is covered with rain, and the black clouds are brewing night rain, and the heart is cold when it leaks into the courtyard.

The figure that quietly appeared at midnight, what kind of hardship and helplessness was hidden in her hurried and restless steps, and how could she not be afraid of being separated alone. Her eyes that used to be smiling were filled with doubts into a distance that the deep sea could not touch, and she was unwilling to say sorry to anyone.

Concubine Rong took the cloak held in the handmaid's hand and covered her body for Fu Xiu, the smile on the corner of her lips will not change, but her trembling hands have already betrayed herself, Concubine Rong forced the trace of hypocritical fragility on her lips and waved her hand, "Fu Xiu, where did you hear these words, how could they ......?"

Concubine Rong looked at the trance candle flame, and felt sad for a while, whether she could ask for forgiveness in the twilight days, and wanted to look back again, smiling and chatting with her about the red candles in the west window all night. Concubine Rong lowered her eyes and looked at the brocade shoes under her feet, the mud dots were hideous on them, as if her relationship with her, and the smudged ink painting took a piece.

Concubine Rong took her hand and sat on the soft couch where she had seen countless fireworks, wiped the raindrops that had slipped on her cheeks, and pressed down several times when she wanted to speak, how could she be strange with a lonely look.

The cloak cut off the cool autumn rain from the bones, but it separated the heart of the ever-happy rest and Concubine Rong. Fukuhu tried to look at her smile with his eyes that were blurred by the rain, but he saw her fragile panic. The rain mixed with tears is rowed, the hot is the tears, the cold is the rain, but at this time it is impossible to distinguish. Words are not sentenced, speechless and choked. "Sister......