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Some people were young and frivolous, and some people were ignorant of the world. The ink Jiangnan is dyed in his pen, and the smoke and rain of the West Lake are not as beautiful as hers.

The oil umbrella is lightly held between the fingers, a snow suit is ethereal, and three thousand green silk is the waist. The 36-fold umbrella bone made of Hunan bamboo supports the unique gentleness of Jiangnan women.

"Leaving the Moon...... Did you come after all? Nearby, the man's Adam's apple moved, but he didn't call it out, and he thought it in his heart.

Tears spilled out of the corners of his eyes, slipped quietly across his face, and fell into the lake, causing a slight ripple. This is the last drop, and she will no longer shed tears for anyone in this life......

Looking back again, I did see that he had black hair and white clothes, and his face was still the same, but. The sadness between the eyebrows is faint, I don't know if I am worried about myself or hurt others?

The breeze lifted the ink hair, the light rain wet the white clothes, but the smile was the same as before. The fan in his hand has not yet been unfolded, and I don't know if it is blank or inked.

"Have you ever repented?" In a short word, the indescribable bitterness, the unexplained resentment. The starry eyes were a little lonely, it turned out that she still had extravagant hopes.

"This is the case, and there are no regrets!" Every word he spoke, his heart slashed like a knife.

"Good! Very good! That's a great answer! You're here, and it's time for me to go. With a self-deprecating sneer, she should have thought of it a long time ago, didn't she?

"How are you doing all these years?" Turning around, he asked softly.

??????? There was a hint of trembling in his voice, maybe the question was really stupid. He was so stupid that he knew the answer, but he still wanted to ask.

"I'm fine, better than ever!" At least better than you, looking at the complicated expression on Ye Moran's face, she said word by word.

I don't want the world to be a lover, there is such a ridiculous place.

"Then you, do you still hate me...... "Are you really doing well?" Why can't I see a trace of comfort in your eyes, half a smile?

"What about hating, what's not hating. Am I not even qualified to hate? Her tears had long since dried up for him and flowed into this secluded West Lake, but how did he know?

"Also, now you and I are just strangers...... "You should hate me, just because I also hated myself."

Walking step by step, staring for a long time, the umbrella fell above his jade crown, as if he had held her hand.

"Pay you back." Lightly opening the cherry lips, it is destined to pay too much, and the deeper the injury will be.

"Why bother?!" The eyebrows dyed by night ink are shallow. You are beautiful today, and you are as beautiful as ever!

???????? The phoenix eyes are on the beautiful eyes, in a trance for a moment, thousands of feelings, deeper than love than hate.

"No bother, you and I will never say goodbye again, and we will not see each other again in this life." The voice is so cold, the words are so calm, but there is only a trace of absolute determination.

????? But did she really let it go again? To deceive others is to deceive yourself.

He passed by her, the green silk brushed his fingertips, remembering a moment of warmth, and the umbrella fell silently.

?????? The drizzle knocked on the oil umbrella, splashed a place of Shaohua, and played the endless memories of the south of the Yangtze River and the endless scenery of the West Lake, but it could no longer be played before.

Along with it was the folding fan that had never left his body, which had landed but had not yet been unfolded.

A shadow, like snow and the moon, gradually left with a fragrance that the world had never had. My eyes blurred, but I was deeply reflected in my heart.

"Since you can't keep it, it's good to remember it." There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but there was too much bitterness.

It's been three years, and I've been crying, lovesick and bitter, and I'm not in a good mood. Stroked the fingers that touched her hair, "Is it finally about to end?" ”

The smoke and rain are hazy, and the dark fragrance is floating and floating. He leaned down and picked up the floor-to-ceiling folding fan, which was now fully unfolded.

The painting is the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the beautiful scenery of the West Lake, and the moonlight figure between the heaven and the earth is reverie, but it is the only nostalgia in his life......

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It's night, and the lone star dots the night sky, poignant and sad. The luxurious and splendid palace is quietly shrouded in moonlight, and in the Yunshui Palace, the night ink dyes a bright yellow dragon robe.

The raindrops under the eaves fell little by little, wetting the pen and ink on the rosewood table, but he didn't care. Closing his eyes slightly, he couldn't help but recall her smile in his mind.

The past cannot be forgotten or touched. The promise was just the most untrue lie, and she was a passerby he could not forget in his life.

That year, the same Jiangnan, the same smoke and rain, the difference is just the heart.

I still remember that at that time, the West Lake was also in full bloom with a pool of red lotus. The lotus leaves set off the lotus flowers, and the smoke and rain accompany the south of the Yangtze River.

The rain fell on Qionglou, and she stumbled into his sight, like a returning swallow. Who knows, from that moment on, their lives are no longer purely their own.

The white clothes were better than the snow, the light veil covered his face, the sword in his hand was glowing with a ray of cold light, and red blood stains dripped from the tip of the sword. Looking back, she smiled at him.

???????? They weren't far away, he was in the Water Pavilion and she was on the shore of the West Lake.

Dancing lightly on her toes, dancing like a swallow, before the night ink dye could react, the umbrella had fallen into her hand.

"Good kung fu!" He praised, and in an instant, the raindrops bounced from his fingertips to the outside of the pavilion and fell onto the blue lotus in the lake.

The leaves are full of water, but at this time, the weight of a drop is poured down. It can bear the water of this load, but it cannot carry this sudden drop of rain.

He asked her what her name was, but she didn't answer, but said slowly: "Leaving the song and turning to Xiao Yang, the moon leans on the lone star."

His heart turned, and it turned out that her name was Liyue, and he smiled, "This name is very nice, but why do you want to take my umbrella?" ”

She chuckled and asked rhetorically, "Then why can't I?" You are a dignified seven-foot man, and I am only a woman, how can you bear to let me be alone in the rain? ”

He sighed at her intelligence, such an extraordinary woman, and she didn't know what she looked like. Just as he was in his trance, the man was gone.

The rain is silent, the wind is about to stop, tonight is the year long, can the beauty be lovesick?

Perhaps, we will see you again.

For the next few days, Ye Mo Dye waited by the West Lake every day, but she never appeared again. Perhaps, it was just a dream, a dream that made me almost get in.

Just as he was boarding the ship and leaving, she reappeared, and who disturbed his mind?

It was a very beautiful face, and it was unforgettable for him in this life. The eyebrows are like green feathers, the eyes are like stars, the frost is on the lips, and when you look back and smile, you will be affected by thousands of styles, but you will be stained with a trace of dust.

Perhaps, he is not a good match for her in this life, but he is the first person to make her emotional.

??????? The red candle warms the tent, lingering all night, I am the white bones of the king, and the king is lovesick for me. Turn your head, who is it?

??????“ Do you know who I am? Liyue leaned over him and smiled softly. The smile is like a peach blossom in March, but it is mixed with imperceptible bitterness.

?????? He raised his hand and lifted a strand of broken hair on her forehead, and his deep eyes were full of warmth: "I only know that you are the person I love."

??????“ Lunaticism. She said lightly, looking into the distance with a misty gaze, "I used to think I was a heartless person, until I met you, I didn't understand that I had a heart!" Just like all women in the world, they also know how to love and be emotional! ”

??????? He took her hand and put it to his lips: "Actually, you and I are the same people."

On that day, he painted a Danqing scroll for her, and she danced a phoenix for him. He said that he was going to take her back to the palace and make her his only queen.

But the next day, when she woke up, everything changed. Maybe without that love letter, she would have thought that it was just an unattainable dream.

??????? The killer is cold-blooded, the emperor is ruthless, this sentence is still right after all.

Looking at the water and sky, Mu Liyue smiled bitterly and shook her head. It turned out that the oath of three thousand weak water could not withstand the position of power after all.

??????? Then she wants him to lose everything

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The snow was falling endlessly, and it was the wax moon in the blink of an eye. The cold wind blew open the window, and the snow blew obliquely into the temple. The maidservant stepped forward to close the small window, but he waved his hand to stop her.

When the door of the temple opened, a physician came out of it. Looking at the snow, he shook his head, and then sighed heavily.

It is obviously a strange poison, but it is claimed to be a serious illness caused by wind and cold. It is said that the holy will is unpredictable, and the heart of this young king is even more unpredictable.

The warm hall is steaming from the red gold and purple cloud furnace. Purple clouds filled the surroundings, and although the best incense was burned, it could not hide the smell of medicine in the house.

Ye Mo Ran was half lying on the couch carved from the sunken wood, his eyes were gloomy and his face was pale. The once high-spirited and elegant king is now a dead wood on a sickbed, a man who is about to die!

Beside him, a picture scroll quietly rested. The woman in the painting could not see her face clearly, because he did not paint her beauty with pen and ink.

"I have failed you for this world, and now it's time to lose this world again!" The hand stroked the scroll, and the tears dripped down and slowly blurred on the paper.

He spent his whole life painting her, drawing her into his heart, but he also painted himself to a dead end.

Looking out the window at the wind and snow, he remembered his mother, the woman who used to dominate the storm and favored the six palaces. She had the most beautiful face and the best years, but in the end she died of depression.

Just because she is a woman in the palace, her father said that he only loves his mother and concubine all his life, and his only mistake in this life is to bring her into this secluded and deep palace.

The poison on the green silk has already eroded the bones, just because he took her first, and it should be so.

With the jade hand plucking the clear rhyme of the bead curtain, the waiting girl had already brought the medicine in. This medicine is very bitter, so bitter that he wants to vomit it every time he takes it, but the real bitterness should be the heart, right?

"Go down, all of you." After opening his eyes, he finally spoke weakly, "You're here, but you're here to see me for the last time?" With a single glance, he recognized her back.

Tearing off the human skin mask on his face, the peerless appearance came into view again. Liyue approached him and sat down, his jade hand caressing his emaciated face, "You're wrong, I'm here just to see you die." ”

"If you wanted to kill me, you could have done it three years ago, so why ...... now," Ye Mo Ran said, his expression was very calm, he just wanted to look at the person in front of him one more time.

In this way, even if he arrived at Huangquan Road, even if he drank Meng Po soup, he didn't want to miss her in the next life.

"Just because my heart was not dead at that time."

In an instant, her lips covered his, and the faint scent of herbs disappeared into her mouth. A tear fell on his face, and the woman's words were not credible after all.

"You, unexpectedly...... Why ......" he trembled, unable to speak.

"There is no antidote to this poison, the only solution is to change, exchange my heart for your heart." The corners of her mouth were a hint of red, she did it, she didn't let him lose everything, but let him lose his favorite.

"You're so stupid, and yet so smart! If you go like this, will I not suffer a thousand, ten thousand times? Tears fell silently from his eyes and fell on Liyue's shirt.

???????“ Isn't that great? At least you'll always remember me! She smiled, smiling so beautifully, like a peach blossom about to die.

In the next life, in this life, no one can forget anyone, and the red thread of fate will eventually be intertwined.

????? Two tears intertwined and fell into the cup, becoming the most mellow wine in the world - "lovesick tears"

Liyue snuggled in his arms, and his face was never more comfortable, "I only hope that your heart is like my heart, and I will live up to my love." ”

?????? In fact, he never failed her, and she never hated him.

Outside the hall are thousands of red stamens and plums, red as blood, and the blood on the tip of the heart.

At the end of the road, there is a hidden fragrance, and there is a sea of snow

At that moment, he saw her break two branches of cold plums and dance in the wind on the snow. Goose-feather snowflakes fell on her hair, shoulders, and clothes. The cloud sleeves rolled up the frost and snow all over the ground, the red plum lined her flower-like face, and the green silk faded into white hair in an instant.

She danced unwillingly, danced out of a floating dream, and danced out of red dust and delusion......

At the end of the dance, she looked back and smiled, and he reached out to hold her, but he couldn't touch her.

The red plum outside the window was proudly snowy, and the picture scroll beside him fell with his tears and blood.

At that moment, he hugged her tightly and looked at Man Yuan Hanmei, "Look, this year's flowers are blooming so well, but unfortunately there will never be one in the future!" ”

I don't know what to do, I go deep, the living can die, and the dead can live......