In recent days, there has been a lot of discussion in the court about the sealing of Emperor Long, not how to oppose it, but this post-sealing ceremony is about to be prepared, but this quasi-queen still doesn't know which woman it is!

A few days ago, it was said that the woman who made Mu Chongying think of her goddaughter was going to be crowned queen, but for some reason, it didn't happen, and there was no movement. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Even if there are different opinions, after all, no one dares to accuse Emperor Qilong in person, after all, now that the beauties they should send in the harem have been sent, they are not worried that they will be ignored. Who loses and who wins in the future, we have to wait and see!

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The weather in early winter is already a little cold, as if it is about to usher in a frozen festival.

The Qihuang Hall suddenly became busy, all kinds of red silk were staggered, and all the delicate things were sent together, and the palace that was originally a little deserted and deserted looked prosperous and lively at the moment, noble and impermanent.

But what exactly is to be done?

In the past, there was no freedom, and everywhere was constrained. But at least this huge palace won't be grounded for her.

And now, even this only freedom is gone, looking at this seemingly noble pavilion, she only feels empty!

"Girl, it's going to be the post-closure ceremony in two days! It's just that it's cold these days, and the girl doesn't want to wear so thin anymore, the girl's hands are cold and cold. The little palace maid frowned slightly, full of worry.

The ancient painting fan retracted his mind and looked back at the baby-faced little palace maid about fifteen years old beside him. She has been taking care of herself these days, whether it is Chunyuan Lanmu specially ordered or not, she treats herself sincerely. These days, she can indeed talk to her when she is lonely, and just like that, she is satisfied.

Fifteen years old! What a wonderful age, when everything has not yet begun, everything can start again!

"Hanyan, you step back first! I want to walk around alone. ”

Hanyan frowned slightly, and said softly: "That girl be careful, come back after a while, it's windy today, be careful of catching a cold." ”

The ancient painting fan chuckled and nodded.

Hanyan walked back step by step.

Gu Hua Fan smiled lightly, gathered the cloak on his body and continued to walk deeper into the garden. It's heavily guarded, so there's no need to worry about where she's going to get out. Besides, since she came to this Qihuang Palace, she didn't cry or make trouble, she didn't force anything, and she didn't deliberately care about anything, so what did they have to worry about?

Walking to the depths, looking at the four corners of the sky, the ancient painting suddenly knelt down, slowly closed his hands in front of him, and gently closed his eyes.

She was praying sincerely.

She never wanted to change anything, she never had anything to have, in this world, she came in a hurry, and she was never just a passerby.

She doesn't want anyone or anything to be worse because of her arrival, she doesn't want to look back on this hurried life, only full of bitterness and guilt, flowers falling into the sky, and writing only her own life after all.

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In recent days, she has become more and more sleepy, but her spirit has become more and more sluggish.

I woke up groggy today, looking at the furnishings in the house, she was a little confused, and she was in a trance for a while before she remembered that these were all newly added furnishings recently.

It was still cold outside the window, the wind was blowing, and the ancient painting fan listened for a long time, and then slowly sat up and got out of bed.

The people outside the room seemed to hear the movement, and then knocked softly on the door, and it was the sound of smoke.

"Girl, are you awake?"

The ancient painting fan replied softly, and walked to the dresser and sat down, the person in the bronze mirror, three thousand green silks were not bundled, and the face that was not powdered looked a little pale, but it was still so clear and dazzling. The ancient painting fan chuckled, only muttering a sentence, good body!

Hanyan heard the answer of the ancient painting fan, then gently opened the door, and walked towards the hall with a smile on his face. Behind him are two rows of palace people holding gold and silver jewelry and phoenix crowns.

Listening to the footsteps of many people, the ancient painting fan frowned slightly, turned his head to look, and saw the red wedding dress placed on the tray.

The wooden comb in his hand fell off the ground, only to hear a crisp cracking sound, and the wooden comb that had fallen to the ground had already broken in half.

Hanyan was startled, and hurriedly stepped forward to pick it up, and muttered in his mouth: "Broken peace, safe years!" ”

"Girl, tomorrow is the queen ceremony, the emperor ordered that the wedding dress be sent first, so that the girl can see it." Hanyan said with a chuckle, looking at the delicate face of the ancient painting fan with envy.

Tomorrow?

The ancient painting fan felt that his head suddenly turned very slowly, and it sounded slowly after a while, it turned out that it was really tomorrow!

These days have passed like a fantasy, but time is still walking and disappearing. It's not an illusion, it's all so real.

The ancient painting fan slowly turned around and looked at himself in the mirror again, and said lightly: "I know, don't look at it, let's go down!" ”

Hanyan chuckled when she heard this: "Let the slave comb the girl's hair!" I'll try on the wedding dress later to see if it fits. But it should fit, this size was told by the emperor himself. ”

A new comb shuttled between her hair, the room was so silent that even the sound of a person's breathing could not be heard, and after a while, the ancient painting fan slowly closed his eyes, leaving all distractions behind.

Tomorrow! Tomorrow!

In that case, let's end it all tomorrow!

"Smoke, you step down! Just put things down and I want to be alone for a while. ”

Hanyan pursed his lips, looked at the tired eyes of the person in the mirror, and then said softly: "That girl has something to call the slave, and the slave is outside." ”

The fan of the ancient painting bowed slightly.

Hanyan slowly walked up and led everyone out of the room.

The door was gently closed, and the ancient painting fan gently opened its eyes, and slowly opened its eyes to look at the neatly arranged phoenix crown.

As if he was being ridiculed by the brocade red in the room, the ancient painting fan only felt funny, and then he also chuckled, but the smile was too empty, and the eyes were too trance-like.

Between the ups and downs, she seemed to feel that she had been watched for a long time, slowly opened her eyes and slowly straightened up from the table, and looked at the dazzling dragon robe not far away, the cold face, reflecting the candlelight all over the room, as if it was a dream.

The eyes of the ancient painting fan looked at the Dragon Emperor fixedly, as if they wanted to look through him into the distant void.

Emperor Qi sat quietly like this, looking at the white in the brocade red, her appearance of sleeping quietly was so warm, how tender she was when she just opened her eyes and looked at him, that face was still familiar with her memory, just tomorrow, she was going to put on her wedding dress and walk to herself.

How many days and nights he hasn't come, he thinks about it day and night, and he pays attention to her news every day, she is very quiet, so quietly living in this Qihuang Palace, no matter how you look at it, she is a woman to be married quietly waiting for her to get married. Finally, he couldn't wait, he wanted to see her, he wanted to see if she was okay, he wanted to see the figure he had been chasing all his life.

She also sleeps peacefully, she is not noisy or noisy.

It all seemed to give him an illusion, as if she really wanted to marry him willingly.

But he knew very clearly, no!

She's trapped here by threatening the lives of people she cares about!

He imprisoned her here!

He forced her not to leave!

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He is not afraid, he is not afraid that she will cry, he is not afraid that she will make trouble, even if she makes a lot of trouble, he can also weave a piece of heaven for her again!

However, she doesn't cry, and she doesn't make trouble.

It's just going to be submissive, it's silent.

He was afraid, she was what he was afraid of, he was very afraid......

But after all, he still wants to marry her! Tomorrow, their names will be linked forever, and she will always belong to him!

The Dragon Emperor's eyes instantly darkened, and the two of them looked at each other straight like this, without saying a word.

Her eyes were still so cold, as if she was watching a play without interest!

Emperor Qi Dragon took the lead in removing his eyes, slowly stood up and walked towards the door, and when he was about to go out, he turned back again, but finally strode away.

The ancient painting fan tugged at his lips, but found that he couldn't do any expression at all.

The dazzling phoenix crown in front of him is dazzling, and the phoenix robe is also red and dazzling.

The courtyard suddenly remembered the muffled snort, and the ancient painting fan walked to the corridor outside, but only saw a few guards who were slowly falling.

When the man in black saw the figure of the ancient painting fan, he instantly pulled the veil on his face and strode towards her.

"Brother An......" The ancient painting fan felt that he was not dreaming.

Feng Qianyu frowned, and when he walked in front of the ancient painting fan, he said in a deep voice: "He forced you?" ”

The ancient painting pursed his lips, but he didn't speak.

Feng Qianyu's thin lips pursed, in fact, you don't need to ask about this matter to know!

Feng Qianyu stretched out his hand to hold the ancient painting fan, and his steps were like flying upwards, but he was stopped by the ancient painting fan.

"Brother An!"

"I'll take you away, get out of here!" Feng Qianyu's fingers trembled a little from the exertion.

The ancient painting fan looked at Feng Qianyu's face in a daze, and suddenly showed a wry smile: "Where can I escape?" I can't escape the ......"

I can't escape, if I really go, he will really kill everyone involved, she has never doubted his ruthlessness, his ruthlessness.

If he says kill, he will definitely kill!

When it really comes, even if I flee to the ends of the earth, what is the difference between me and death, how can she be so virtuous and cause so many people to die for her?

"Yes! The Remnant Sun Cavalry will arrive in the Imperial City tomorrow, and General Lan Xu will also return at that time, how can he bear to see you treated like this! When the time comes, he and Chunyuan Lan Mu will face off with swords and guns, and there will only be more deaths! Feng Qianyu said in a deep voice.

These words were like thunder, exploding in the ears of the ancient painting fan, he is coming back? Just tomorrow?

"How could he ......"

"Because I went to inform him!" Feng Qianyu said in a deep voice.

The ancient painting fan realized at this moment that his disappearance these days was to go to the frontier to inform him!

At such a distance, how could they ......

Of course Feng Qianyu wouldn't say it, he didn't stop, no matter how he hurried day and night, he finally put a signal flare into the sky not far from the border city.

He couldn't ride to the frontier on horseback, and he would inform him of the situation when he found Chunyuan Lanxu. He needed time to rush back, and he didn't feel comfortable leaving her alone to face everything.

As early as the beginning, he and Chunyuan Lanxu had already formulated this kind of signal flare, as long as it was related to the ancient painting fan, this kind of signal flare would be used as a signal. Take color as the priority of things, and when you see the signal flare of the reply, it can be considered a real success.

And that night, he put a red flare, which represents the highest emergency notice.

He believed that Pure Yuan Lan Xu would react as soon as he got the news.

He was the first to rush back, and finally he was able to catch up.

He believed that tomorrow the pure abyss blue life would come to him!

"Listen to me! Come with me! Feng Qianyu said in a deep voice again.

Gu Huafan looked at Feng Qianyu's somewhat messy bun, but his face full of vicissitudes knew that he must have come to her just after rushing back.

However, she can't go, and if she doesn't go, someone will die! She's gone, and someone is going to die! She can't, she can't......

The ancient painting fan grabbed Feng Qianyu's hand and said in a deep voice: "I can't go!" But I have a way to keep all of them from dying, Brother An, help me! Before he rushes back, please help me do it! ”

Feng Qianyu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "I don't care if other people will die or not, as long as that method can make you safe, I will do my best to do it!" ”

In the night, his eyes are so firm, his face is so clear as jade, the ancient painting fan thinks that this moment, she will always remember!

The ancient painting fan trembled and breathed, leaning over Feng Qianyu's ear, and informing Feng Qianyu of the hiding place of the two holy decrees. Of course, she wouldn't tell him what he was going to take.

After listening, Feng Qianyu's eyes looked fixedly at the clear eyes of the ancient painting fan, and then nodded solemnly and said, "Okay!" I'll pick it up, and I'll try to deliver it to you in the shortest possible time! Regardless of whether it is useful in the end or not, even if you still have to kill tomorrow, you can rest assured! I won't let you have anything to do! General Lan Xu won't let you have anything to do with it! ”

After Feng Qianyu finished speaking, he gently let go of the hand holding the ancient painting fan, then took a deep look at her, and disappeared into the night with a wave of his sleeves.

Brother An, how can I let you treat you like this......

The ancient painting fan squatted on the cold ground, his hands around his body, shivering. (To be continued.) )