The secluded pavilion is connected to the pond, without any fence, the sunset dyes the autumn water of the pool red, and the white jade steps are a little out of place.

A graceful figure sat on the jade steps, the woman looked down at the water, the woman in the reflection looked beautiful and quiet, but there was a little worry between her eyebrows.

"Miss, you're here. Qing'er is looking for you everywhere" A pale red in the distance ran towards the pond, with a look of anxiety.

The woman lifted her eyes and looked at the place where the voice had come, and there was deep sadness in her eyes

"Miss" Qing'er's face was full of worry, and her heart was about to jump out of her worry when she couldn't find her just now, until she saw the cyan figure by the pool, she relaxed a little, but the worry in her heart deepened when she approached.

I wanted to say that I would go back, but I couldn't say anything, so I had to stay by her side.

Situ Yuli looked at the reflection in the water, and suddenly remembered that such a scene was a little self-pitying, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but outline a hint of a flattering smile, but with a strong sense of self-irony.

The evening breeze is light and cool. A flick of the hairline ruffled the hair, and it also blew the thoughts of the Yiren

In this life, the most unforgettable thing is the encounter with him that day.

His father was his advisor and teacher. On that day, my father said that the eighth prince of the dynasty would come to the house as a guest. She pursed the corners of her mouth, with a little disdain on her immature face, she didn't understand the palace struggle, but why did she have to get involved with her father

"Yu'er, don't do this" My father severely reprimanded me with a look of disdain, and she walked away angrily, with a little bit of joy.

The corridor was tactful, and the woman was so happy that she even felt much lighter. Looking at the charm of spring, my heart is even more joyful.

Running in the winding corridor, listening to the wind whispering something, I can't help but close my eyes to feel the comfort.

"The prince is here, please, the lord has set up a banquet in the palace. The voice came from not far away, a "prince" title made her curious, beautiful eyes turned to the side of the rockery, a house slave led a man to the courtyard, the rockery covered the man's face, but vaguely able to show the man's slender and handsome figure, and finally after the rockery, his figure was really seen by her.

Dressed in white, wearing a golden hairband, tied up his half-pulled hair, his gestures are as elegant as flowing clouds, like a spring breeze, his body exudes an unusual temperament, indescribable, it should be a little clear, but there is a lotus-like feeling of mud and not stained.

All he left behind was a back, but it left an excellent impression on her heart.

In the evening, the house slave came to report that her father wanted her to attend, and she readily agreed, in the past, never promised her father to see the court, but he was an exception.

Walking on the top of the corridor, I suddenly felt that this road was so long, so long, and it felt a little endless, so I arrived at the hall.

She was slightly blessed, and her father introduced to him, this is his daughter Yuli, she looked at the man sitting in the hall with her spare eyes, heroic, with a pair of narrow phoenix eyes, with a stunning charm, silver hair lightly, revealing the cold and hard lines on his face, lining his facial features are unusually handsome.

"Yu'er, Yu'er" heard her father's call in her ears, and she retracted her thoughts.

After that day, whenever I think of him, I feel that I am so happy. Some look forward to him coming to the house again, sitting in the same space with him again, the young girl's feelings seem to be particularly wonderful, and in this season of birds and flowers, it seems to be a little spring

His father always said that he was willing to support him because of his innate kingly spirit, and he had the benevolence that a king should have, the domineering spirit that a king should have, and the bearing that a king should have. Therefore, for him, my father worked tirelessly for him and taught him. So that he did not know that he was seriously ill

So, when she was fifteen years old, her father died of a serious illness. And the Situ family became more and more deserted with the departure of his father.

On the mourning hall, he was dressed in plain clothes, but his demeanor was still the same, his beautiful face was shrouded in a trace of pain, but with a bit of incomprehensible emotions, and his eyes were even deeper and invisible.

He saw the weeping woman on the side and opened his lips lightly. "Would you like to go with me" The slender fingers and white hands reached out in front of her, with a somewhat low voice, which was even more charming.

She nodded slightly, looking at his calm face, and meeting his deep eyes, as if she had seen the softest beam of light in winter.

The high walls and red tiles carry the innate atmosphere of the royal city, but it is extremely depressing. The guards behind her followed her and him, and at that moment, she realized that she was obsessed with his every move, even if she walked quietly behind him, as long as she could look at him, it was enough

After his father died, he ascended to the throne, and a dragon purple robe suited him so well, revealing his kingly spirit. It was then that she understood what her father used to say to her.

He is indeed the king. In only three years, he made Xiling strong and made Dongyang afraid of Xiling.

But she knew he wasn't happy.

I don't know how long she gave her whole heart to this man. His appearance is stunningly beautiful, his face is breezy and light, but there is a strong sense of do not approach.

The indifference on his face, in her opinion, was his pure and natural, cold revealed from the bone marrow.

But he didn't know that his indifference would be after the appearance of that woman, the woman who was as beautiful as a clear lotus and spotless, the iceberg gradually melted, and a warm smile appeared on his beautiful face from time to time.

The falling flowers of the capital are intentionally ruthless, but it is the goddess who has a heart and King Xiang has no intention of feeling that her heart hurts when she burst into tears

This situation and this meaning, how to end such helplessness, can the flowing water understand

The fallen leaves fell with the wind, and a few fell on the water, rippling a little, rippling in circles, pulling back the distant thoughts of the woman by the pool.

An atmosphere of silence flowed through the air. After a long time, Situ Yuli slowly got up, dressed in green clothes, faintly showing the delicate curves, and the scattered hair on the fragrant shoulders was blown away by the wind, messy but showing a bit of charm. The palace corridor in the distance was already lit up, and night finally came

Lightly pursed his lips: "Go back." "A deep voice, ethereal and a little low. The worry in his eyes was diminished by the night, and the tears in his lowered eyes could not be seen under the night

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