Xiao Dong still doesn't believe it, the eldest brother has always loved to tease her, and this thing must be joking with her again.

She didn't take it seriously. Covered his head, lay on the bed and said, "Huh! You must be lying to me, I don't believe you! ”

"Okay, then you'll just wait and see." Ou Shiqiu's voice drifted away, followed by the sound of the door closing.

The more the wind blows, the branches that have just sprouted green shoots sway wantonly with the wind. They rolled up the dust on the ground, and the yellow sand whistled across the sky, and Ou Shiqiu changed his color, and his original unrestrained and graceful expression disappeared, and he took advantage of the darkness of the night. rode a horse to the Hao Palace.

And Xiao Dong, who was covered with a quilt, quietly lifted the quilt after hearing the sound of the door closing. Her mind was in turmoil as she thought about what had happened in the meeting room today.

How did Yueqing do it?

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The oil lamp flickered on the dressing table, and the orange light looked warmer in the dark night when the wind blew up. Xuanyuan Hao looked at the jumping lights, his face solemn.

Today, his father actually called him, Mingwen, and the emperor's uncle to the imperial study, and knocked on him in various ways, hinting that he wanted him to marry Mingwen. It looks like things can't drag on any longer...

"Xuanyuan Hao."

Chu Yueqing opened his eyes, and his mind was extremely clear in an instant.

She had a dream in which she saw all the things she didn't understand.

Why did Xuanyuan Hao identify her in the first place, and why did she pass from her soul into this unknown time and space?

It turns out that her fate is here.

Tens of thousands of years ago, she was born with the Red Feather Sword, but she has never had her own thinking, like a machine person who can only do things obediently. Every day the sun rises and the sun sets.

No feelings, no joy.

In the boring years day after day, Regulus developed a love for her. So he taught her and began to accompany her to watch the sunrise and sunset, and talked with her about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and songs. Learn the art of kendo.

However, she still doesn't understand anything, she doesn't understand the love of the world. I don't know how to grow old together, and I don't know how to live and die. But she was happy to be with Xuanyuan and was willing to listen to all his words.

One day, he said to her, "You should have your own choices, you should have your own thoughts." Let's reincarnate together, and I will find you in a thousand waters. ”

She said, "Okay." ”

This unexpected competition made Chu Yueqing finally understand that the inexplicable illusions in the past were not illusions, and the snowflakes falling from the sky and the green ancient trees were so real.

Now that the fiery Red Feather Sword, Chu Yueqing finally understood why she chose the dusty Red Feather Sword when she first saw it. It turned out that the fate between them had long been destined in the dark.

"Am I a red feather?"

She asked, and Xuanyuan turned around suddenly, looking at her face in the orange light. She sat on the bed, her back straight, and in a trance, he seemed to see the shadow that had accompanied him for thousands of years on Red Feather Mountain.

"Red Feather?"

A feeling of heartache seemed to pass through Chu Yueqing's heart in an instant. When Xuanyuan Hao gently shouted the word "red feather", when his eyes looked at her with great affection, her tears suddenly came.

"Qingqing," Xuanyuan Hao walked to her side, soothing her softly, "Those are over." From now on, you are you, and I am still me. ”

Is it all in the past? Chu Yueqing never thought that the love between her and Xuanyuan Hao would be so hard.

"It won't pass." She whispered, "Fate always plays tricks, but luckily it still met us." ”

It used to be a long, short story. We miss but are not obsessed, and what we should cherish more in the future.

"Okay, okay, stop crying!" Chu Yueqing let go of Xuanyuan Hao and wiped the tears on his face with his hand, "Emma, you are dead in shame!" ”

Fill it up later. (To be continued.) )