After a long time, it was still the same woman, with a pale and beautiful face, and her dark eyes with a scorching flame, and she said to herself, "Who am I?" The Nine Princesses of the Turkic Khan? Princess Shaoyang personally crowned by Xiliang Khan? With such a unique identity, why can't it compare to a Mo Lian? Why can't the relationship after many years last for three months? Why do you think I'm not upset, why do you think I'm not jealous? ”

At that time, I was just muttering her name, and I didn't even have the courage to take a step.

tied her, consumed her youth, let her become a twenty unmarried old woman in the mouths of everyone, and then pretended to look at the sadness flashing in her eyes gently, but still refused to say that, I will let you go.

Later, when the war between Mo Xi and Xiliang detonated, Mu Saren quickly lost weight, but he was still willful because the man quarreled with her.

He never thought that this time she would be so simply and loudly threw out a sentence, ending the bad relationship for many years.

There are some things you don't care about when you have them, but once you lose them, you regret them.

His heart was bleeding.

At the beginning of the war, she still indulged her last willfulness, and at the last moment he was thinking, Musa, that little girl will be sad again.

It was also at that moment that he remembered that he seemed to have a lot to say to her, whether it was a word of love or a belated apology, he owed him, and it seemed that he could only owe it for a lifetime......

In her life, she has liked and loved someone.

The first time Mousaren saw Han Xi was at the age of three, because she was a beauty since she was a child, and her brother and sister doted on her unabashedly. Mousa Ren was naturally proud, which made her not change her arrogance at the moment she saw Hanxi.

However, when they met for the first time, this proud little princess did not have the slightest affection for her, a little cousin who was more beautiful than her. A man should look like a man, and if he is born more beautiful than a woman, how can he do it?

Of course, in addition to being jealous of her little cousin's beauty, there was another reason why Mousaren never told anyone else, not even her aunt. Because there has always been a knot in her little heart, after all, she has always been the youngest, and now she suddenly has a younger brother than her, which makes her a little confused.

Will she treat this pink little cousin like all her brothers and sisters do to herself? The answer, of course, is no, she Musaren is not so generous.

Until the frightened little princess fell off the horse, was picked up by the cold, and fell into his arms.

The sun was shining brightly that day, and Moussa Ren could never forget the gentle smile of the cold at that time for the rest of his life.

She said that the moment I fell from my horse into his arms, I almost thought it was providence.

Later, Mousaren pestered Hanxi and said that he would be his fiancée, one was five years old and the other was six, both were small children, and Moussarian was even a little taller than Hanxi at that time.

The wayward little princess proudly announced loudly, "I want to be your fiancée." ”

The cold and white little face instantly turned red, and the white and tender little hands waved helplessly.

Mu Saren asked reluctantly, "Hanxi, do you have a favorite person besides me?" ”

Hanxi's face turned even redder, and Mousaren smirked, "So, until you find someone you like more, I'll always be your fiancée." ”

At that time, the little girl asked, "When will you marry me?" ”

The little boy blinked his beautiful eyes, as if he had been thinking for a long time, and said hesitantly, "When Moses has the same long hair as his mother, I will marry you!" ”

Mousaren frowned, "But it will be a long, long time. ”

"Like."

"Then will you marry me with red makeup for ten miles and build me a golden house to live in?"

"Definitely, my bride must be the most beautiful!"

At that moment, even the arrogant and willful little princess couldn't help but blush.

At that time, he didn't know the true meaning of being together all his life, and she didn't know the desolation behind the hidden beauty of the golden house.

At that moment, the little child never imagined that the future end would be the desolation of black hair flowing up his waist and the young man falling in love with others.

It's a gentle drizzle again, and such days often inexplicably feel the loneliness that spreads around them, and they can't say it clearly. But he did not exclude, but rejoiced.

Since he was a child, Mousaren liked to lie in front of the window and listen to the rain in a daze, thinking about things and thinking about things in a daze.

She has liked to listen to stories since she was a child, the golden house is hidden, the phoenix seeks the phoenix, and those famous love myths are all reverie.

I heard such a story by chance, when she sneaked out of the palace, took Hanxi to the restaurant opened by the Han family, paid some coins, and sat on the bench with peace of mind and listened to the stories told by these storytellers. And that story is the Kanaya Zangjiao, which is regarded as a classic.

Gillian, the first queen of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty today, the beautiful queen who knew that she was already ancient, the storyteller spoke very beautifully, very tactfully, and very beautifully, maybe everything stayed in childhood is the best.

However, it has been a long time......

The child, who was even shorter than herself, has grown up and will not chase her alone like before......

The child who said he would not live up to himself has disappeared into the dust of time.

Mousaren touched the black hair that had reached his waist, and what she had regarded as a treasure over the years was cut off by her without hesitation.

"When Mosa has the same long hair as his mother, I will marry you!"

The black hair covered his waist, but the young man fell in love with others. In the past, ten miles of red makeup is now pale and snowy, and the word love is always harmful.

The length of time is the most hurtful.

But on this point, Moussa Ren and Mo Lin share the same view, and there are some things that you have to accept even if you don't want to. That's the reality.

No matter how unwilling he is in his heart, the person he likes is no longer you.

But to make her entangle and ugly to entangle someone, her pride can't do that.

Love is to love vigorously, and to break is to break completely, this is the Moussa style of love.

Later, the war between the two countries broke out, and her love was simply broken, but that kind of relationship also haunted her all the time and was unforgettable.

At the last moment, she hooked his little finger and smiled indifferently, stupid, still entangled by you......

Perhaps, only death can see that relationship more thoroughly.

Death is only a part of life on the Huangquan Road, the jade-faced and red-lipped boy is holding a bowl to the old woman with a dusty face on the side of the Meng Po Bridge, and said softly, "I found that I fell in love with someone." ”

The old woman raised her weathered face, but her cloudy eyes saw through everything indifferently, "When was that?" ”

"When I was about to die, I realized that Lu Dao's heart was full of her shadow."

……

The clouds on the horizon were very light, and Musaren's face was very soft in the sun, and her voice was soft, "Hanxi, it's good for me to tell you a story." ”

Moussaren's story is like a magnificent dream, and when she wakes up, the eccentric girl bursts into tears.

It was a story of Oiran and the Waiter.

The little attendant of the rich family silently cared for the girl next door who had become an Oiran.

The love that did not remember the return was finally exchanged for the return of the Oiran, and the Oiran asked the lowly waiter, who was almost down to the dirt, "Why do you want to be so good to me?" ”

The honest and honest waiter just replied, "I treat you as my lover." ”

The amorous Oiran smiled beautifully, "I will always be your love." ”

"This is the end?" Han Xi looked at Mu Saren with some puzzlement, as if he didn't understand her intentions.

Moussa Ren smiled silently, and his beautiful eyes seemed to have tears in them, "This is the end." ”

The words I wanted to say finally stuck in my throat, and I thought you were my lover.

Hanxi, do you know that Lu Dao's eyes were already red when I heard this, this is the most touching love story I have ever heard in my life.

It's more touching than Kanaya Zangjiao, and more beautiful than ten miles of red makeup, but it's a pity that such a story is just a story, and it will never happen to me......

Everything in front of me gradually became blurry, maybe it was just a sad dream, and when I woke up, I would still see the young man's gentle smile......