After Song Ziming left, Song Zizhou sat on the couch, looking at the qin in front of him expressionlessly, and Sanshunzi didn't dare to come out of the atmosphere next to him. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info After a long time, Song Zizhou spoke, "Sanshunzi, you can take this piano." "Huh"

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Here Song Zizhou has just been found by his brother, but he is helpless, just because Song Ziming is the beloved son of the emperor's favorite concubine Concubine Zhong, and the third prince himself is also very favored by the emperor, so Song Zizhou can only sulk silently. Over there, Li Zhengrong happily entered the space to check the wheat harvest. This time Li Zhengrong came out of the pool, and was surprised to find that the fog around the pool had lightened a little, and she vaguely saw that Sun Moon Lake was connected to a small river. Walking and walking, I saw a lotus pond in front of me, a large number of lotus leaves in it were spread on the water side one by one, and there was a pavilion next to the lotus pond, which was called: "Wangchun Pavilion". Li Zhengrong raised his feet and walked up, it was probably useless to climb high and look far away here, there was only this lotus pond as far as the eye could see, and the lotus pond was full of dense fog, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

Li Zhengrong is very depressed, is it because he has not reached the critical conditions for development? While struggling, he sat on the stone bench next to the stone table, and suddenly looked down and saw a piece of rice paper pressed by the paperweight, which read, "I don't see the ancients before, and I don't see the comers after." I couldn't help but smile, and I also polished the ink, and filled in the next word, "Thinking of the seclusion of heaven and earth, I was alone and wept." Li Zhengrong's own font is very graceful, and she is now young and lacks wrist strength, which is even more unique. I put down my pen and thought that I couldn't go, so I might as well go back the way I came. Walked to her Moon Palace, plucked the ears of wheat this time, and left the space.

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In Zhaochun Palace, Song Zizhou had already realized that he could go to the strange space because of the jade pendant left to her by his mother, he moved his mind again, but found that the scene had not changed, it was still in his Zhaochun Palace, could it be said that there was still a limit to the number of times? He suddenly thought of the flickering of the sun shining on the jade pendant that day, and he thought that he had seen it wrong, but now that he thought about it, it was really a little strange. He suddenly picked up the jade pendant and rushed to the courtyard, which scared Sanshunzi a lot, what's wrong with this master, it's really not easy to be a slave. The sun shone on the jade pendant and really flickered, it was really not easy to find if you didn't look carefully, Song Zizhou took the jade pendant and looked at it carefully, the jade pendant was really white again, returned to the house, and sent the palace people away, he thought about it, and really entered the space again. The position where Song Zizhou appeared every time was the position he left last time, unlike Li Zhengrong, who only appeared in the waterhole every time, so this time Song Zizhou appeared in the pavilion where he left last time, and found that everything was still the same, and he glanced at the past, why are there more lines? ! Is there anyone in this space?! But everything else was the same, and the paperweight didn't even move. In fact, it's not that Li Zhengrong doesn't want to take it away, she also knows the value of ink jade deeply, but this poor child can't even sell a small jade bottle, let alone such a large piece of ink jade.

Song Zizhou looked at this line of words, it was obviously a woman's handwriting, "Thinking of the seclusion of heaven and earth, I was alone and wept." "It's well written, there is no place for me in this big world, and it seems that this woman is in the same situation as me. He thought about it, changed a piece of paper, and wrote the sentence "Don't worry about the road ahead, there is no confidant". Pressed with a paperweight, also left the space.