Dancing secretly happily on the side, he unintentionally glanced at the hall, and the figure was reflected in his eyes, his eyes were soft but faintly worried.

"Fan'er, let's go." Fluttering pulled the sleeve of the Lagu painting fan and whispered.

Hearing this, the ancient painting fan looked at Liufu again, and saw that he was still standing with his head down, so he gave up and walked away with the fluttering dance.

It wasn't until the figures of the two disappeared into the corridor that Liufu, who had been standing quietly with his head down, slowly raised his head and saw the empty corridor, so he lowered his eyes again to cover the look in his eyes.

It's dusk, but the bustling streets are a little depressed at the moment, and the pedestrians on the road are walking briskly, scolding: thief God.

Chinese New Year's Eve is approaching, but there is still no sign of snow in this dry and cold weather. People are busy preparing for the New Year, and in their spare time, they will always look up at the sky to see if it can snow today.

Chinese New Year's Eve without heavy snow will eventually feel like something is missing.

In the dilapidated alley, a thin woman was walking slowly, occasionally looking up at the sky, and the endless desolation in her eyes was overflowing.

On her bare wrists and neck, hideous scars snaked along her clothes, showing that her body must be a blur of flesh and blood.

She wandered through the long alleys, stopping, dazed.

Bloodless lips were chapped.

Suddenly, a man in a pale blue robe appeared at the mouth of the alley, and the pastel color added a touch of brilliance to this dim and cold day.

The woman who was walking abruptly paused and looked back. A mocking arc crept up the corners of his lips.

"An Deyang! Are you here to see my jokes! Hehe-, even if you look at it, I dare to take responsibility if I dare to do it, I have already thought of this step! But. But why does my heart still hurt so much, why, why-" The voice slowly changed from sharp to dazed, very soft, very light.

This woman is Zhiying, at this moment she is in a trance, and she is like two people in the past.

The light blue figure at the entrance of the alley slowly walked towards Zhiying, his face extremely calm. The clear and handsome face is An Deyang.

At this time, he would not be able to reprimand Zhiying fiercely. His calm and unusually calm face looked equally lonely.

"What kind of expression do you have, you can laugh if you want to! I thought it was ridiculous myself. Shameful, hateful and pitiful! Zhiying's face was hideous, and he laughed inexplicably, but he laughed a few tears.

"Why did you bother to do it today?" An Deyang said softly. As soon as the words came out, it led to another mockery of the shadow.

"Why bother in the first place? Oh, yes! Why did I know today in the first place? Even if I starved to death on the streets, I didn't want to be picked up by him, let alone suffer by his side for more than ten years. I'm unwilling, I'm unwilling, I've been with him so wholeheartedly for more than ten years. Isn't it worth a yellow-haired girl who has just known each other for two years! Why, why—" Zhiying muttered to himself, but the tears fell in large pieces.

looked at Zhiying's already trance-like expression. An Deyang sighed softly and looked up in the direction of the palace. There was an unknown love in his eyes.

Suddenly, the figure disappeared into the alley in a flash. Only the shadow is still wandering in a muddled way.

The lights are on, and the night is blurry. An Deyang sat alone on the city wall in the west of the city, looking at the brightly lit and happy scenes of the houses in the distance, and his heart was sad. Closing his eyes and feeling the cold night breeze blowing, only then could he calm his wandering heart.

Reaching out to cover the tassel jade pendant that hung securely around his waist, the blue jade above it emitted a faint luster in the night. The clear blue light, like the man's clear eyes, attracted his whole mind.

After a while, a self-deprecating smile hung on the corner of his lips, picked up the wine jar next to him, and drank it in a big gulp.

The night is thick, leaving that lonely figure in vain, wandering alone.

Suddenly, An Deyang glanced at the moon that was already hanging high, poured a big sip of wine, and threw the wine jar and flew up and swept towards the direction of the palace.

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From the heart of the pavilion.

The ancient painting fan sat quietly in the courtyard and felt the light breeze of the night, although it felt extremely cold, but it was not so difficult in his heart.

The emperor went to Qianhe Palace tonight, and she felt a little at ease, at least her efforts in the past few days were not in vain.

In the past few days, Mu Ya came to see her when she was free, and she taught her all the emperor's favorite tunes on the grounds of pleasure.

Today, the emperor wanted to listen to her play music again, so she replied that she had exhausted her donkey skills, and hinted that Mu Ya was more proficient in these songs than her, and she played them more charmingly.

Mu Ya is a talented woman who is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, which is known to the entire harem. And the emperor prefers talented women, which is also a well-known secret.

She has been wondering who the emperor heard these 21st century songs from, but she never knows. She couldn't ask directly, thinking of the emperor's reaction that night, she felt resolutely unable to ask.

Now, she pointed all the arrows at Muya, hoping that Muya would seize the opportunity.

A beautiful woman like Mu Ya should stand at the highest point of the harem. Let all those who tried to murder Muya give up their minds.

A few days ago, she inadvertently met a eunuch with a face outside the Qianhe Palace, and she was sneakily walking towards the back door of the Qianhe Palace.

Because she is a female official of the Qingxin Palace, she is rarely allowed to go to various palaces to do things. Some little eunuchs and palace maids will also politely greet her when they see her. Therefore, she knows most of the eunuchs and maids in this palace, and she is almost familiar with the newcomers, not to mention the eunuchs in Muya's palace. Although she doesn't go often, she still pays attention to the things in Muya's palace.

When the eunuch saw her, instead of stepping forward to greet her, he turned his head and hurried into the palace. She knew that something was wrong when she saw it, and even stopped the little eunuch.

After a stern inquiry, she actually found out a conspiracy.

Someone actually wanted to kill her sister, and the eunuch was not a real eunuch at all, if this really entered Muya's palace. When the thief shouts to catch the thief, how should Muya deal with herself?

Even if the emperor believes it, and hinders the face of Qi Guogong and does not pursue it, it is a thorn in the end, and he will never be able to overcome the obstacles.

There is a long road ahead in the future, how should Muya survive in this cannibalistic harem?

How can she tolerate this! Now that others have already moved to harm others, then she can no longer be merciful.

Now this is just the first step, just the first step!

The night wind blew even harder, waking up the mind of the ancient painting fan, thinking of his own plan, he only felt a chill in his heart, and stopped looking at the endless void in a trance, and his mind turned a thousand times. After all, it turned into a sigh and dissipated.

He looked down at the letter in his hand, as in previous years, a simple sentence, and no payment was made. But she still recognized it lightly.

Time flies, tomorrow is her fifteenth birthday, but it doesn't deserve any celebration. Her birthday was the day when both her parents died and her brother disappeared, a fact that cannot be changed no matter how many years have passed, no matter how many birthdays have passed.

The inaudible sigh dissipated silently in the night wind, and this year she would sit alone until dawn tonight.

In the middle of the moon, the ancient painting fan looked up at the moonlight with hazy eyes, and sighed inexplicably in his heart, with nowhere to sue. (To be continued.) )