After the baptism of the cold wind, the next day's sunlight is thin, and the yellow leaves on the tips of the trees drift away, but I don't know if it has a moment of nostalgia? Nostalgia for the lover it just connected to? It turns out that the closest lovers will experience such a life and death in this way. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The concubine closed her eyes, and two lines of tears rolled down her cheeks. The caustic words of the mysterious man repeatedly knocked on the heart of the concubine, and the scenes of the past are still in front of her, if those good things are just conspiracies, then can this world tolerate a trace of true friendship? Why bother struggling and struggling to extricate yourself?

Kwai Zhi behind him saw that the concubine had stood still under the tree for a long time, only to say that the concubine was guilty again, and he didn't know how to persuade him, looking back at the same overwhelmed look of Shang Kwai Lan, the two sighed secretly. But seeing Biyue moving forward to help the concubine tighten her body, she bent down and said, "Niangniang, let's go back to the palace, the wind is too cold." ”。

The concubine turned her face away, and then she felt that the wind cut her face and hurt, no wonder the leaves insisted on giving up the retention of the big tree. Even the plants and trees know how to choose, not to mention the changeable world.

The concubine turned around and walked slowly, turning the path, it was the gazebo. That pavilion has gone through several springs, summers, autumns and winters, and it is still alive. How many beauties have left their mark here, maybe even its owner can't remember. Old past, who will deliberately pay attention. The concubine walked up the wooden steps, and the concubine did not care about the thick dust on the wooden chair and a tattered acacia leaf, and she slowly wanted to sit down.

Aoi Zhi exclaimed, "Niangniang, your noble body-"

The concubine shook her head understandingly, and smiled palely, "It's okay." Hongu just thinks that this is the only way to be popular. In such a spotless living room, it is not very comfortable. ”

Everyone saw the concubine sitting down without any foreshadowing, and they only felt dazzling. As a subordinate woman, prudence in words and deeds is the first responsibility, how can they let the concubine compromise. I have to hope that the concubine will change her mind as soon as possible and return to the palace.

The concubine looked in the distance, where was the glittering besieged river, the river was deserted, and the lively scene of midsummer had long been gone.

"Kwai Zhi, on the twelfth day of July in the eighth year of Xuanyun, the scorching sun was at the head, Emperor Xuanyun took us here for a cruise, and you turned over and fell into the water in order to pick a red lotus. Embarrassed and soaked--"The concubine was selfless and completely intoxicated.

Kwai Zhi Kwai Lan, many women were stunned and looked at each other, what happened to the concubine? Why did she babble nonsense? Kwai Zhi hurriedly leaned over and knelt down, and all the women fell to the ground on their knees, touched their heads to the ground, and cried, "Niangniang, don't say it." It's time for you to go back to the palace. "Emperor Xuanyun, that's the first emperor. How is the concubine like this? Did she forget the taboo?

The women trembled, I don't know whose silver hairpin shook to the ground, lying alone on the ground, in this dark place is embarrassing.

"What's wrong with you? This palace doesn't feel cold yet, so you don't freeze like this? The concubine leaned over and picked up the hairpin and inserted it into Biyue's bun.

"Niangniang, go back to the palace. The slave begged the mother to return to the palace. I don't know why, at this time, the more softly and softly the mother spoke, delicate and tactful, but the girls were even more nervous, and suddenly mourned.

The concubine's eyes couldn't bear it, she was originally a kind woman, and she didn't want to borrow the hands of others to benefit herself, but at the moment, can she still be helped? She was not willing to be the fish on the chopping board.