Midnight Song

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The ethereal jade is soft, and the face is clear.

Why don't you laugh frequently, the forbidden garden returns late in spring.

Drunk and idle, poems are formed with the drum.

Reading tips: In the year of Yichou, Qingming, Ding Mao Day, and Shen Shizheng, Duanwangfu Liangdi Aizhu was framed by the night, gave birth to a baby boy prematurely, and died at the time of Wu. The night was convicted of this, and he was condemned to death by the rod!

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Twenty-four hours have passed, and the bloody cry of the night from Qingzhuzhai is still in my ears;

Twenty-four sixty minutes passed in the ticking sound, and the grief in the heart of the lonely night still lingered;

The black figure was like a dead leaf in autumn, falling and withering miserably, and the lamp of hope in those eyes was extinguished with despair;

The peach blossoms outside Qingzhu Zhai are blooming, and the pink and tender color is lovely;

The crisp green leaves also glow with a different kind of vitality;

Only a faint stain of blood on the ground can vaguely surmise that a life has passed here。。。。。。

There is nothing wrong with loving someone, it has nothing to do with gender, I only care if you are my only one;

There is nothing wrong with loving someone, it has nothing to do with money, it only cares about you being my life and this life;

There's nothing wrong with loving someone, it's not about status, I just care about you in my eyes。。。。。。。

There is only wrong, only wrong, only 。。。。。。 I love the wrong person, there are some people, can not be moved, once the heart is moved, you must take out the determination of a strong man to break his wrist, the courage of a moth to the fire, and resolutely devote himself to this love.

Ye is a willful person, and he is also a very real person, his heart for the prince is very true, and it is really like crystal glass.

Such a person, but he can't reproduce the crystallization of his love with his beloved man.

He~He~He~ The more true the love, the harder it is, so he is jealous, he hates, he has become a devil for love, and he has to protect his love.

When he saw Aizhu's belly, how much he wanted it to grow on his body.

Even if you want to destroy his soul, even if you let him go to hell to make oil pots and do cannon branding, he will not hesitate.

The first time they met, he could still control himself, he viciously leaned into Aizhu's ear, like a beast biting his prey: "Before the child is born, don't let me meet you again, otherwise, I'm afraid that I will do something uncontrollable." ”

Qingming, Ding Mao day, in the early morning of that day, the whole person was disturbed to death by this sad rain.

Last night, the prince did not come again, and rested at the princess. Since the princess came, she felt that the princess's love for her was divided again.

As a result, he was still in Xiaozhu, and he met Aizhu again.

He walked with his head down and hit Aizhu hard, but before he could grasp the strength, Aizhu fell.

All he felt was a woman's scream, "Ah! Yes!! Yes!!! Someone! ”

"Miscarriage is miscarriage."

"Hurry, hurry, keep the child."

He was knocked crookedly and fell down, only to see the desolation in Aizhu's eyes engraved into his mind, and he couldn't touch it.

His own eyes became the eyes of the pearl of love, full of desolation, and the people around him became only vague fragments, symbols, and codes。。。。。。

"Xiaoqing (the servant of the night), the incense that makes people irritable, have you thrown it away!" The leaves hit Ming's face, and the oval shadow made Ming's body have a dark aura.

Xiaoqing's eyes were full of admiration: "It's already ruined." ”

"Lord Wang, it has been arranged." Cheng Yan leaned into Duanmu Jin's ear and said.

"Hmm." Duanmu Jin clutched his wide moon-white cuffs and groaned.

Children or something, if they can survive, they will survive, but if they can't survive, they will die.

"Night, do you know what's wrong?" Shangguan Qiu opened his mouth expressionlessly.

"What could I be wrong?" Night was forcibly pressed against the wooden plank, and roared with a hideous face.

"You don't know?" Shangguan Qiu picked it up and asked noncommittally.

"Mama Gui, you come and tell him - where is the mistake (one tune and three singing)?" Shangguan was bored in autumn rubbing the jade bracelet in his hand.

Mama Gui's face fell: "Cruelty to the royal heir, dare to ask what's wrong?" ”

"Hehehe" Ye Cang smiled, the essence is clean and clean, better than the filth and ditch: "Lord, Lord, do you trust me?" ”

Duanmu Jin, who was called by his name, just glanced at it coldly, and then turned his gaze to his teacup as if he was looking at a dead thing, watching Tie Guanyin's brewed tea rise and fall.

"Hahaha" The night laughed aimlessly, and the sound was like a cuckoo crying blood, and the ape wailed.

"Someone came and gagged him." Mama Gui's body was shocked, and she commanded in an orderly manner.

"Lord, lord, lord. I love you, I love you. "The night is forcibly struggling, like a dead fish struggling to die, on the beach, and spitting bubbles one by one." Love you!!! ”

Duanmu Jin acted as if he hadn't heard anything, his long eyelashes projected into the brown tea.

Shangguan Qiu turned the jade bracelet in his hand faster and faster, as if as long as he touched the warm jade, his hands would become warm, and his heart would become warm.

Slowly, seeing more death, people's hearts will become harder and more insensitive, and become as cold and hard as stones.

Mama Gui sneered and watched the dying struggle of the night.

Jiaojiao closed her eyes and plugged her ears, not daring to listen to this voice. A small murmur said, "I'm not happy." ”

The corner of the green side concubine's mouth showed a vague smile, "No matter how crazy you are, don't you still die today?"

Concubine Liuli was neither happy nor sad, but quietly watched the farce in front of her and was accustomed to it.

Concubine Wu Ying took a deep breath, "It's great that there is one less one who competes for favor."

A real warrior, dare to face the bleak life, dare to face the dripping blood. What kind of mourner and happy person is this? However, creation is often designed for mediocre people, using the flow of time to wash away the old traces, leaving only a pale red blood color and a faint sadness.

In this pale red blood and indifferent sorrow, it gives people a temporary life, maintaining this seemingly inhuman world. I don't know when such a world will come to an end!

Shangguan looked up at the sky in autumn, and the blue sky was like a washed light blue ribbon.

You see how free the white clouds in the sky are, and Shangguan Qiu's heart gives birth to free wings.

There was still the sound of night whimpering and moaning in my ears。。。。。。

The miserable scene has made my eyes unbearable; The rumors, in particular, make my ears unbearable. What else do I have to say? I understand why women in the backyard are silent.

Silence, silence! If you don't explode in silence, you perish in silence.

The end of a tragedy is often accompanied by bright red blood, and everything is like a black-and-white movie like this.

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I want a ticket!

give, live; Don't give, die!