For a day, the ancient painting fans were nested in the library in the Mingyue Building, looking at those old books. The huge pavilion was quiet, and only the occasional rustle of flipping books sounded.

Most of these books are the posthumous works of literati and elegant scholars, and there are all kinds of poems and songs, and some of them are also unique. Whenever I have time, I will nest here to read the ancient paintings.

Although she had not been in Mingyue Pavilion for a long time, she had already read most of the thousands of books. Among them, she also memorized the good sentences by heart. Xu is age just happened to be when he was studying for the secretary, but he also remembered it easily.

The ancient painting fan sat on the ground, holding a book in his hand and reading it seriously. There are many books scattered around, and the world seems to be quiet and peaceful.

After reading a book, the fan of ancient paintings was gently placed on the bookshelf, and he reached for another book on the ground. But I saw a pair of black boots and a robe as black as ink dyed one step away.

Heart, a quick beat.

Looking up, it was the peerless face and proud demeanor.

"General—"

The world seemed to be still, and the two looked at each other speechlessly.

After a while, Chunyuan Lanxu slowly squatted down, looked at the ancient painting fan, reached out to pick up the book she wanted to pick up, and handed it to her.

The ancient painting fan was stunned, but he retracted his hand and slowly stood up.

The book in his hand was thrown casually, and Chunyuan Lanxu stood up and took a step forward, approaching the ancient painting fan, and his dark eyes stared at her for a moment.

Gu Huafan looked up and looked at his expressionless face and thin lips, but his heart skipped half a beat.

Inexplicably weak-hearted, he didn't dare to look at him, and the ancient painting fan quickly lowered his head and stared at the ground. But I saw a book on the ground dripping with specks of blood.

His heart tightened suddenly, and he quickly looked at his arm hanging by his side, the dark sleeves of his shirt, but if you looked closely, you could see that dark red!

"General! Your arm—"

"Don't touch me!!"

The hand that hadn't touched his arm was shaken away by him, and the ancient painting fan stumbled into the bookshelf on the side.

Before he could calm down, his chin was tightly clasped by a big hand, but he looked up into a pair of bloodthirsty eyes, where the dark tide was turbulent, as deep as the sea, which made people incomprehensible and incomprehensible.

Chunyuan Lanxu's fingers tightly clasped the chin of the ancient painting fan, raised her head, and looked into her eyes.

"You want to be my father's concubine!"

Gently opened his lips, and his beautiful lips spit out words without warmth, mixed with a trace of coldness, which froze to the bottom of people's hearts.

As if his heart had been beaten hard, the ancient painting fan only felt that it was suddenly difficult to breathe, staring at his eyes, infinite sadness spread.

Yes, she's going to enter the palace, she's going to enter the palace—

Pursing her lips, Gu Huafan slowly closed her eyes, and said nothing, her attitude at this time had already indicated her decision.

The hand that Chun Yuan Lan hung on his side was clenched tightly, and the blood flowed out even more unscrupulously, dripping on the ground and on the book, written: Waste, two words, dyed blood red.

"Hahahaha-"

Looking at her slightly pale, but extremely stubborn face, Chun Yuanlan's angry face suddenly raised a hideous smile, and the hand that held her chin also withdrew, taking a step back, with a sharp arc hanging from the corner of her mouth.

"Good! Good! Good! ”

After saying three good words in a row, Chunyuan Lan Xu waved his sleeves, and his figure disappeared into the house in an instant.

Gu Huafan didn't care about the pain in his jaw, and took two steps tightly, but he could still see his shadow anywhere.

It was as if my heart wasn't beating, and it hurt. As if he was extremely tired, the ancient painting fan only felt that he could no longer stand, and fell to his knees on the ground, but he saw the blood-stained book with his eyes down.

Reaching out to pick it up, his hazy eyes only felt that his eyes were blood-red.

Hugged tightly into his arms, a tear finally fell to the ground, merging with the bloodstains on the ground.

His body trembled, but he refused to get up for a long time.

One day before the draft, there was a sudden emergency report from the border pass, and the Tukaya tribe bordering the northern border suddenly led troops to attack the border city, and His Royal Highness Wang Qi, the general, invited himself to the frontier to command the battle, just because the Tulaya tribe has repeatedly challenged the majesty of our country, and this expedition is intended to annihilate it in one fell swoop!

Emperor Chunyuan immediately agreed.

In the afternoon of the same day, he led 5,000 elite soldiers who returned to the DPRK with him to the frontier thousands of miles away. The Manchu Dynasty was civil and military, and the entire royal family also bid farewell solemnly.

The battle flag was unfurled, and the pure abyss blue took the lead and the front of the team, still with a pitch-black robe and a cold helmet.

The horse neighed, and the man on the horse turned his eyes to look at the unknown void on the left, and his deep eyes were dark and gloomy. It's just a moment, but it seems to be looking at the vicissitudes of life.

Retracting his gaze, the horse neighed, raised its front hooves high, and galloped forward.

The neatly aligned procession also quickly disappeared into the horizon and was never seen again.

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The night was hazy, and a man in thin clothes was quietly in the pear blossom forest, staring at the void alone. The wind lifted her long hair, so it was not depressed!

The corners of the ancient painting fan's mouth were inexplicably curled, his mind was empty, and he didn't think about anything. Don't think about tomorrow's draft, don't think about the road ahead, don't think about those people's sophistication. I don't think about where the man has gone at this hour......

The sky is as black as ink, as cold as the black clothes that have not changed for thousands of years, but what kind of heart is wrapped under that black mask?

Scenes of the past crossed my mind, but the good times had already slipped away, and only zài and memories remained.

And how long do memories last? Years? More than ten years? Or for a lifetime?

An inaudible sigh floated through the pale pear blossom forest, startling the pear blossom trees.

Deep in the dense forest, An Deyang stood quietly. For a long time, his eyes were fixed on the pale weakened figure. As her gaze looked into the unknown void.

At this moment, having me with you, although I can't change anything, but being able to accompany you quietly like this is already my greatest wish.

Farewell tomorrow, I'm afraid I won't have a chance to see you again in this life. The palace gate is as deep as the sea, and you are the only one to walk the road in the future. It doesn't matter if the road is bumpy or muddy.

If there is a light sigh, floating in the pear blossom forest, more deeply exposed, how many insomniacs there are tonight.

In the twenty-sixth year of Chunyuan, at the beginning of April. The triennial draft ceremony begins. A group of ladies dressed in show girl costumes, riding in carriages wrapped in light gauze curtains, lined up in a mighty procession, and marched towards the palace.

In the market, many ordinary people talked about it and praised their good fortune.

Entering the palace, for ordinary people, it is impossible for a lifetime. Not to mention being a master in the palace!

So in their eyes, they are lucky...

The ancient painting fan sat in the car and gently stroked the sleeves, and the large lily embroidered flowers were slightly distracted.