Until the clouds fly and the fog disperses, Qiong shatters and the jade is broken, and the end of the world is endless.

After saying that, Long Yu left the inn, leaving Long Hui standing indifferently, looking at the jade chuan on the ground with an expressionless face. Heart, heart mouth here, impartially, still here, so it's you......

"Yu Chuan, it's yours, what's up to you."

Outside the house, a smile was like a pear blossom at the end of the season, and a figure flashed by and disappeared.

"Who?" Long Hui noticed the movement outside the house.

"Your Majesty! Are you injured? Mo Hua heard the voice, "Princess, the princess just went out crying." Weichen couldn't stop it and was afraid that she would hurt herself, so he ordered someone to follow him. ”

"Well, let her go. I'll go back to the palace. With that, the dragon fell back to Mo Hua's side.

"Your Majesty! Emperor! Call the Imperial Doctor! ”

Three days later, in the palace.

"Don't tell the Empress Dowager about my injury." She hurt him, but even so, she still had to protect her.

"I understand." Mo Hua said so, but how could the Queen Mother hide this matter.

The doctor said that the injury this time was fortunately not too deep, but it had already touched the old wound, or the wound ten years ago, which had been cracked open and impartial.

In this way, I didn't ask for my life twice, is my life big, or is Long Yu not ruthless enough.

If the first time he was stabbed was to pay off his debts, this time, the debts have already been paid off. The ruthless words Ah Hui said ten years ago, and Long Yu said the same three days ago.

Then, there will never be a splicing. Under the sleeves of his dragon robe, in the palm of his hand, he held the piece of broken jade into a residue, and his eyes reflected the blood that had flowed on his chest that day, so the clear jade piece was also stained with red.

Determine what you love or hate about something?

It's memory.

If there is a memory, Longhui's memory is from Jiangnan to the Central Plains, from the Central Plains to Mobei, I closed my eyes, but I saw you smiling vaguely.

If even the memory is stranded and forgotten, what will it be? The memory that a person holds on to alone is not a love or hate, but a debt repayment. When the debt is paid off, then everyone will seek peace. The dragon return is the dragon return, the dragon feather is still the dragon feather, and the two do not owe each other.

After ten years of waiting, she grows up and will bloom her own branches. Throwing away the picturesque country, she can't get her smile like a flower.

Since then, there has been no jasmine blooming in the Imperial Garden.

The breeze accompanies the moon, indifferent to the last pity.

Withered overnight.

That night, Long Hui was drunk by Concubine Xi, and it was the first time in ten years that he had drunk so much wine. He said in his dream that Long Hui was not drunk, but he was drunk. Where to find willows in a night of spring joy, in a dream. He remembered that he said that Jasmine is good, pure and snowy, and it is really good. Ask what Concubine Xi likes, Concubine Xi likes orchid, then plant orchid. I planted some willows and plucked jasmine. Liu is good, Long Hui likes Liu.

Early the next morning, the boudoir bed was in disarray, and incense was curling.

The concubine wanted to take the person next to the pillow, but she had an empty body in her hand, which was really disappointing.

It's a pity that the concubine didn't know, because Long Hui had the intention to indulge himself before he went to buy drunk. And how could these cups of green radish really get drunk Long Hui, even if he was drunk, he would go to the pavilion alone. Lying drunk last night and leaving this morning, it was already a laissez-faire for her, and Long Hui didn't want to entangle with her more.

After a night of strong winds in the imperial garden, all the jasmine withered, which is a pity. "Needless to say, pull them all out and plant willows."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" The ten years of hard work of the flower workers and the ten years of hard work of the emperor have all been pulled out.

Although the flower workers can't say anything, they hope that the emperor will remember the past and change his mind.

But is it really that easy to change your mind? If it is so easy to change your mind after a deep sigh of love, what is not easy in the world?

The florists began to pluck all the jasmine, and the dragon turned away from looking. As if remembering something, he turned his head again.

"There is a corner of the four corners, about three acres, and the orchids and lilies are planted."

"Yes!" The florists continue to pluck the flowers.

"Hey, I thought the emperor had changed his mind. I'm afraid that I have loved this jasmine for too long, and I cherish it too deeply, and this jasmine is withered, and I don't have the heart to raise it kindly...... "A florist complained in a low voice while plucking.

Yes, Amore has been cherished for too long, and it has withered away, and it will bloom in the next year.