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The white robe swayed lightly with the breeze, and Nangong Che's figure shuttled through the huge palace, obviously it was his own palace, and he should have been familiar with the movements, but every few steps forward, his footsteps would stop, as if something ahead was making him hesitate.

Before she knew it, she was walking to the Orchid Pavilion in the depths of the Imperial Garden, where she would come almost every day to accompany her mother.

It's been five years, and sometimes he wonders if he did something wrong in the first place, and whether he shouldn't have left her in that way. Threatened and imprisoned, she couldn't leave, but he never could get into her heart, because she had firmly locked herself in a silkworm chrysalis, a world that no one could approach.

All he could do was look at her every day and talk about masturbation.

Not far away, she sat beside her mother with a pot of tea, her eyebrows and eyes were bright and clear, and she was no longer the gloomy and smiling face she had at the beginning.

It seems that he is the only one who can't get out of the past.

The years have not left any traces on her, except for the dazzling brilliance of the demon at the beginning, but now there is a little more profundity after precipitation, which seems more and more unpredictable, and it makes people want to find out. It's like the pot of tea that is being opened in her hand, rich and diffuse, and it lasts for a long time.

"Mother, the tea is ready, you can taste it."

The woman suddenly spoke out with a smile, and while handing the tea to her mother, she also pulled back Nangong Che's demonic obstacles.

"Yu'er, my mother remembers that you didn't like to fiddle with these things before." The woman recalled the past, her eyebrows deepened slightly, and she sighed and smiled; "I want my mother to let you learn, and you also said that instead of learning such boring things, it is better to raise a few more Gu worms to feel free."

Hongyu's movements paused slightly, and then casually filled the teacup in front of him with water, half serious and half joking: "Mother, people will always change." My daughter is now old and pursues a leisurely and peaceful life, so she is not so interested in those Gu worms. ”

"You girl, you can talk nonsense." The woman glared at her slightly, and she could vaguely see that there was a loving smile on her delicate face, "If you are old at this age, how should you deal with an old man like your mother?" ”

Hongyu immediately put down the teapot, smiled and took her hand, hugged her like a child and said, "Mother is naturally the youngest in the world!" ”

Nangong Che looked at her bright smile like a flower, her expression was slightly stunned, and she remembered uncontrollably in her mind that before that incident, she seemed to be like this.

"You'll be poor!" The woman nodded her face.

"Mother, my daughter's name is to tell the truth." Hongyu looked serious.

"Then tell me, why did you fall in love with this kind of temperamental tea art and tea ceremony?" The woman seemed determined to get something out of her mouth.

Hongyu was stunned, and finally sighed helplessly, "Mother, what should I do if I am so bored in this palace every day and don't find something to pass the time?" ”

Nangong Che was shocked, and the footsteps that had already wanted to move forward suddenly stopped, and there seemed to be wind and waves surging in the dark and deep ink pupils. After pausing for about half a cup of tea, he turned slowly and prepared to leave.

"Yu'er, it's my mother who is sorry for you. If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have ......"