Chu Muyu's departure made Yinshui Pavilion seem silent all of a sudden. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info only left ticking, ticking, the sound was clear, and crystal clear tears cut down Xu Lingge's beautiful face. Just let the tears fall drop by drop, Xu Lingge didn't want to wipe them away, if it was pain, sadness, sadness, all the emotions that were not good to hurt people could be solved with tears, why did he hide these pains in his heart? His heart has long been shattered, the pain has been deeply imprinted in this remnant of life, and the feelings of his life are buried in this splendid dress. How bright the memories are, how hurtful they are when they are remembered.

"Old arboreal crows, lonely glazed tiles. The palace wall is deep and the willows are broken, the mood seems to have withered, and love and hate are poured out to write prosperous ......"

Xu Lingge, your fate, who else is worried about it now? I can only sing a sad song to myself.

When I was young, I heard the old man say: "If you boil that sad period with a pot of green plums, it will be lightened, and I don't know if it's true or not." If you can go back in time and go back to the day you first met, I hope they never met. In that way, the three of them would be better off than they are in today's situation. Maybe he is really a red face and a disaster, Chu Yuze at the beginning, he thought of this country in his heart, and he was a loyal minister and a good general around him. Because of himself, he loves power so much now, just because he is afraid of losing himself. You can hate him and hate him, but his love is undeniable. just sighed at the fate of the identity, which created today's tragic song.

"A lingering word, the wrong is the love of the day and night. This scattered leaf is like a poignant resentment. The palace wall finally cut off the love with the world, no matter how much love is, this life has become a gratuitous hatred. Love is also, or if Hongfei is invisible. The purple vines, green lotus, and red flowers bloomed wantonly, and in the end, it was no longer difficult to see a pink smile. A long dream, waking up late, is not worth this heartbreaking thought.

Mu Yan, if we have never met, will these current sorrows accompany me to go away without a trace of sadness? If we have never met, can the song played night and night be beautiful forever without a little sadness?

Time is like water, falling from the center of the eyebrows, wetting memories, often missing those overwhelmed times, everything is clean and beautiful. When Qingqing was young, she was still a girl in the boudoir who didn't know feelings, and Mu Yan was still a white-robed warrior standing beside Chu Yuze. Chu Yuze, like Mu Yan at that time, also liked to wear white clothes, and he always had a light smile on his face. When I heard him say "Ling Ge, I like you." The tone was as warm as jade, but also a little shy. When he said that he liked Mu Yan, Chu Yuze in front of him instantly smiled and froze on his face. Then wither, wither. "Xu Lingge", when he spit out his name again, he no longer had any feelings, cold and indifferent. At that moment, Xu Lingge really felt that he was dead, and he would never see that warm as jade Chu Yuze again. The fate of the three people has been entangled since then, and they have all been separated. Later, Mu Yan fell in love with Zhao Duxue, and Chu Yuze fell in love with the cold throne. Now that I think about it, I don't know that all this is a creation and a trick.

still remembers the night she and Chu Yuze got married, she shook off his outstretched hand, "Chu Yuze, in this life, even if you can get my person, you can't think of not being able to get my heart." If you force me, you can only get a cold corpse! But he didn't want to, but he calmly said to himself, "So what? The queen still doesn't forget her identity! I've been thinking that you'll eventually look back at me all these years, but you don't have the heart to ......! Xu Lingge, do you think that I in front of you now is very well tortured by you. It's good to have someone who can have you, and you can give your heart and love to whomever you want. But your people, don't want to leave me again! "Let the red candle tears dry and the red tent fly to ashes, he is so paranoid in this life with that almost destructive emotion to imprison himself.

Many years have passed, although she is not intended, she has already given birth to two sons and a daughter, and she seems to have never fulfilled her responsibilities as a mother for them, so it is no wonder that Mu Yu hates her.

On the day Siyan got married, Mu Yu's hatred was already obvious when he looked at him. He was blaming himself for not taking good care of Siyan. I know that their brothers and sisters have had a cordial relationship since childhood, but in the royal family, the interests are always greater than the family affection. After she had a big quarrel with Chu Yuze, it was just a day of delay in exchange for Siyan, in her heart, he was no longer a father, but a man who only had Jiangshan Sheji in his eyes.

Now, he has agreed to all his requests. He wanted to repair this Yinshui Pavilion, and he knew that he was trying to avoid him. still listened to his own meaning and ordered someone to repair this Yinshui Pavilion. Tonight, I cried here alone, and when I wanted someone to give me a shoulder to lean on, I suddenly remembered him. It turns out that love, one step for one heart, time flies, how can there be anything eternal, just one step at a time, one person and one broken dream. Remorse, resentment, just, who can be blamed?

It's just that "the rain is an ordinary road, and the flowers are thick in spring." Hua Geng guessed Liu Mo, and the light pink entered the palace gate. The white book is angry, and it is difficult to obey the sun and the moon. Qingqing carried two sleeves and leaned alone to the soul of the flower. "I missed too much.

Putting down his sadness, he got up and stood on the balcony outside the pavilion, looking at the scene in the west groggily. The sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk. Dusk is not the end, but the beginning of another waiting for the dawn.

I hope that one day, all of them will be able to let go of the burden they carry in their hearts and live for themselves freely. Thinking about it this way, that day seems to be in front of me, "Leaning on the small pavilion railing, smelling the wind and Xiaoxiao, thinking about the flowers in the next year, half of my heart is peaceful, and I remember the mulberry field!" Several spring and autumn seasons, acquaintance is over the years.

At that time, the drizzle rolled the peach blossoms, the fragrant red fragrance outside the window was spring, and the poems were chanted on the short fence, watching the slanting sun, counting the green peaks, and singing all the way to the road.

How? Shaohua is a little, and the spring twilight is obliquely paid Chaorong.

Looking back at the front of the green screen, the fragrance of the flower path is deceased. Sigh for the cold winter and cold moon, how sad are you? The sunset is late, and the road is as difficult as in the past.

The years have passed, and the green mountains have never returned. Pushing the window to look at the scenery is cold, and the old scene has not been changed to a cold heart.

The courtyard is deep and silent, and the future does not look at the rich door.

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