"Where did the prince go?" Outside the door, the matchmaker who had been waiting for news for a long time could only wait for such a message. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Xiaolian, send the happy money, let them out." After everyone withdrew, Situ Yan felt a little relieved by the stiffness of his body for a day.

Situ Yan wanted to lift the shy pa that made her eyes red, but was stopped by Mo Lian, "Miss, you can't lift it, it's unlucky"

"What could be more unlucky than now?" Situ Yan grabbed the Xipa in his hand, and his fingers began to white, but there was still not a tear in his sore eyes. Mo Lian looked at Situ Yan who was so broken and broken, and suddenly her heart began to choke, she had been a lonely ghost for hundreds of years, even after being reborn, she was still tortured.

Situ Yan looked at the room, red, shocking red, burning her eyes, something seemed to overlap in her mind, it seemed that she began to blend again, and before she could react, a mouthful of blood spit out, and some memories seemed to gush out, but she was already unconscious.

"What's wrong?" When Xuanyuan Jin entered the wedding room, it was already midnight, and he was still wearing the red wedding robe, his face looked a little pale and weak, and the peanuts and red dates on the ground in the wedding room, Situ Yan was lying on the wedding bed, and there were still blood stains left at the corners of his mouth that he would have time to wipe off. However, the Hetian jade worn by Situ Yan around his neck had a big crack.

"Not good." Mo Lian saw that she couldn't delay any longer, so she took Situ Yan's hands and was about to take the person out on his back.

"Where are you going?" Xuanyuan Jin dodged in front of Mo Lian, and the unconscious Situ Yan behind him.

"Get out of the way" Mo Lian's voice was full of murderous aura, and her eyes were cold.

"You can't take her away." At this moment, Xuanyuan Jin was flustered, frightened, he had just recovered his memory, he had just remembered everything, how could he let her go.

"What qualifications do you have to say that?"

"I..."

"Or does it matter to you, even if it's a corpse left?" Mo Lian's words rubbed his heart every word, so that as long as he remembered all the things he had done these days, he couldn't help but shave his ears.

Mo Lian took Situ Yan away, leaving Xuanyuan Jin alone in the happy room, looking at this chaotic happy room, today, it should have been his happiest day, today should have been the day he fulfilled his promise seven years ago, he should have been good to her, he also vowed to be good to him, and even secretly sent a letter to his father before he drank the Lethe water, asking him to marry the fifth lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion to him, he even planned a lot of things that could make them happy before, but since when did everything change? Is that bowl of Lethe water? Or is it a change of heart? But he clearly knows who he likes, and he clearly knows how embarrassed he is in this empty happy room.

When the morning light shone into the happy room, the door of the happy room opened, and the dull eyes that had not yet had time to hide were all exposed to the eyes of the visitors.

"Words... Words? ”

"It's not too early, it's time for the prince to go to the early court, and the concubine has to go to the queen to say goodbye."

"I thought you would never come back." Although he could feel Situ Yan's indifference and alienation, and he could feel Situ Yan's changes, Xuanyuan Jin always deceived himself and thought that it was better to come back than not to come back.

Mo Lian cleaned up the wedding bed, pricked her index finger with a needle and dripped blood onto Bai Xipa, who was in the middle of the wedding bed, and changed Situ Yan's clothes, and only after dressing up did she help her out of the wedding room and let the palace maid come in to clean it.

At the gate of the East Palace, before he got into the sedan chair, he saw Ye Chen coming out behind Xuanyuan Jin, looking at Xuanyuan Jin's face that was similar to three hundred years ago, it turned out that it was three hundred years, but it seemed that he had just slept for a while, three hundred years, three hundred years had passed, what could I do? He's gone, he's gone for 300 years, but I'm the only one who has been holding on for 300 years. Three hundred years have passed, who will pay back my wishes? It's been 300 years, how many lifetimes can he worry about that thin relationship at the beginning? What if the face is no longer alike? He was never him, he wasn't the guy who haunted me for 300 years.

smiled lightly at Xuanyuan Jin, as if he was saying goodbye to something, as if he was comforting something, three hundred years have passed, and the persistence has not come to fruition after all, and he still failed to live up to that thin affection after all.