It's just that there is still a little bit of loss in my heart.

Silently, Huang Yu leaned down, took the little sparrow into his palm, sorted out the sparse feathers, found a small soft ground under the tree, and buried it.

Today, Huang Yu's spirit is not very good, and Huang Yu thought, Xiao Crisp still didn't bring sweet and sour crucian carp, the little girl couldn't hold back when she entered the Cold Ice Pavilion, covered her face and cried, and finally Huang Yu persuaded for a while before stopping.

Shouldn't it be her, the abandoned queen of the main palace, who should be the saddest thing? Why didn't she feel bad at all? Is it cold-blooded or does he really not care about Feng Qiao?

A day later, Huang Yu finally found a more reasonable answer.

It's the heart that's numb.

It was very cold at the end of December, but today the weather was good, and the sun poured down on the roof of the dormitory, warming the air over and over again.

Huang Yu sat in the small courtyard of the dormitory, sat on the bamboo bench and basked for a while, looked down at the table, and after two hours, the shadow of the tree changed from a short section to the height of a tree.

The dusk was gorgeous, dragging out long lines of colored ink in the sky.

The big black bird in the distance flicked back and forth, and she kept staring, not waiting for anyone, and no one asked her to wait.

Wait until it gets dark at night, the warm sun cools down, the sunset burns out, the stars rise and weave the galaxy, and the temperature in the courtyard changes from warm to slightly cold, and then to cold.

Xiao Crispy brought her a dinner, and the hard steamed buns could smash a hole in the lake, and the sparse rice soup didn't even have a whole grain of rice. The crispy was warmed in the stove before it was delivered, and although it was a little warmer than the ice, it was also very cool in the winter.

They don't even have the carbon to keep their homes warm, let alone warm their meals.

Huang Yu has a very painful stomach now, and she has no appetite, so she only let Xiao Crispy leave the rice soup, the steamed bun, and let them share it.

The steamed buns are white-floured, and they should be the best thing they can eat in the Ice Pavilion.

At night, Huang Yu sat on the bamboo bench with his knees crossed, and carefully counted the stars in the sky, and the bright stars pulled out a wide heavenly river in the deep night, giving birth to ancient and distant myths.

The brightest star in the southeast direction was gone, and Huang Yu looked up at the black position, and for no reason, his eyes were red.

People are easy to feel aggrieved when they are most vulnerable, and they usually feel that there is nothing to do, but at this time it is easy to cry out.

In addition, in the most emotional night, the grievances in Huang Yu's heart became more and more turbulent, his eyes turned red, and then tears couldn't stop flowing out. It runs down the corners of the eyes to the bridge of the nose, across the tear moles and lips, and finally leaves the face and falls on the placket.

A wisp of salty taste spreads from the corners of the mouth, and the saltiness is bitter.

At this time, she realized that she was alone, lonely, no one loved her. She wants her father and mother, and she wants her brother. No matter how good others are, how can they compare with their relatives?

But they're gone.

She didn't even know how they died, and she couldn't even remember what day their sacrifice was.

She was afraid that as time passed, she would forget what they looked like.

Huang Yu shrunk his legs, wrapped his arms around him, and curled himself up on a small bamboo stool, trying to blink his eyes to force the tears back.

Feng Qiao treated her like this, she should have hated him, why can't she hate him. She tried to develop hatred for Feng Qiao, but to no avail.

Huang Yu hated his heart involuntarily, and hated himself for not being able to control his feelings.

Feng Qiao is very good-looking, with starry eyebrows, golden eyes as if she is hiding a galaxy, sometimes under the light, she even feels that stars can pop up there in the next second.

She is so numb, sometimes she is stared at by him for such a moment, and the tip of her heart will beat wildly.

Every time I think of his eyes, he laughs from the bottom of his heart, and Huang Yu can't hate it.

He is the emperor, he must have three palaces and six courts, he has given himself the highest position, and he has no reason to ask for all his love again.

Huang Yu always comforts himself like this, in other words, he always makes excuses for him.

He was already very patient with himself, and in the month she first woke up, he often stayed by her side, even if she pointed at him to get rolled, he always smiled and coaxed her, as if he would never get angry.

When did he really start when he couldn't stand it?

Huang Yu tilted his head and thought about it.

I guess it was the time I pushed him out. It was she who asked him to take Fengwu as a concubine and give him to outsiders.

People's hearts are made of flesh, and what people's hearts can withstand such harm.

Feng Qiao is also an ordinary person, he also wants to respond, he will be hurt if he is injured, how can anyone be so unrequited and have to bear her rejection and disgust, and always be good to himself.

He was stupid enough for a month to react.

He should have better people to accompany him to be an emperor who has been famous for the ages, and transformed into a strong and calm man.

What did he give him? Endless disgust, unrelenting pushing.

He took revenge on himself for a reason.

But did Feng Qiao ever think about it, if he really didn't like him, why would he be jealous for him, why would he acquiesce to him entering and leaving the Cold Ice Pavilion at will, and why would he cry and couldn't stand up because he saw him holding Concubine Rou.

Huang Yu understands the truth, but he still feels wronged in his heart.

Feng Qiao, why can't you hold on, why don't you want me halfway through.

It's really irresponsible for you to let go halfway through the flirtation.

Huang Yu looked up at the gate of the courtyard. There was a black rumbling, only the dormitory behind him was still lit with a bright yellow lamp, it was already very late, and the people all said that even if they didn't sleep, few people were willing to light the lamp.

She hadn't eaten for a day, her stomach was empty, and if it weren't for the stool to support her, she might have fainted by now. There's nothing to eat, and it's useless for people to come, so why bother others, just take a break.

The cold wind blew, and Huang Yu hugged his arms and sneezed.

She's waiting for someone.

Although she doesn't want to admit it, in her heart, she is waiting for someone.

Wait for those star-like eyes to give yourself a touch of warmth.

Finally, I didn't wait.

Huang Yu hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled self-deprecatingly, stretched his somewhat stiff legs, stood up on the stool, and slowly walked to the cold dormitory, blowing out the yellow candlelight.

It was already the end of December, and the silver carbon in the palace had run out, and the huge palace at this time was as cold as an ice cellar. Except for the light wind, there may be nothing to say about it outside.

Xiao Crispy spread the best quilt on the bed for her, one layer below, three layers above, and the thick three-layer quilt was wrapped into a cicada chrysalis, Xiao Crispy said, so that she could sleep warmly and not leak the wind.

Huang Yu walked over, laboriously lifted the quilt and lay in, shivering from the ice, and his stomach began to hurt faintly.

She didn't take off her clothes, because the temperature of the quilt was about the same as the cold wind outside, and it wasn't so cold when she was wrapped in clothes.

She curled herself up in a ball and covered her lower abdomen with her hands, her hands were not hot, she could only cover them through her clothes.

Grunt, gurgling

The stomach screamed twice uncomfortably, and the lower abdomen was a warm current.

Be quiet, I didn't eat.

Huang Yu said in his heart.

She's grown so big, and she's never been so embarrassed.

Huang Yu stared blankly at the moonlight sprinkled on the windowsill, and the tears that had just been forced back couldn't help but gush out again. The tears were salty, and Huang Yu felt a little itchy, and some were pickled, but she was too lazy to wipe them.

I still have to take my hands out, and it's hard to warm up.

She thought of the first half of her comfortable life, pampered when she was a child, and when she grew up, she was also the pearl of her father's brother's palm, where had she ever suffered like this.

Marriage, it's really a grave.

She couldn't understand it when she heard others say this before, but now that she does, it seems to be too late.

There was a sad opera in the distance, and Huang Yu couldn't hear which one it was, but he could hear it from the tone of the play, it was nothing more than a sad farewell, and love was not enough.

I don't know the meaning of the song when I first hear it, but when I understand it, I am already the person I like.

Huang Yu slowly closed his eyes, obviously not sleepy, cold hands and feet were cold, but he didn't know why he was unconscious.

It's okay to faint, it's okay to go to sleep, it's good to be no longer awake.

Miss Ye is a well-known lady in the capital, a Biluo dance, a white folding fan, I don't know how many sons of the family have been amazed.

Some people say that Miss Ye's salute is also very attractive. Holding her hands on her waist, Ying Ying saluted to outsiders, her expression was light and pale, neither humble nor arrogant, with a stable and light temperament, as if no matter how big her official position and power, she was just a bystander, and all kinds of dust could not stain her skirt corners.

A tear mole in the corner of my eye, I don't know whose life it was in my last life.

The corners of his eyes are lightly raised, and he doesn't know how many people's eyes he has attracted.

I heard that Miss Ye has a faint plum fragrance on her body, not only can she sing and dance, but also learned a good sword, and she is a model of everyone's beauty. A light veil blocks how much amazement.

Miss Ye Jia's usual use is the most elegant thing, and even the tea is soaked with snow on plum blossoms. His father is the prime minister of the dynasty, his mother is a businessman, and his brother is talented and promising, people say that Miss Ye is the right child, and she will enjoy endless glory and wealth in this life.

Miss Ye also thinks so.

Huang Yu stood from God's point of view, listening to the long-lost greeting, feeling like a world away.

Noble, beautiful, glorious, this is what she is.

In the dream, everything is fine, she forgets the hunger and cold of reality, like a little match girl, greedily enjoying the craving of her heart.

It is spring, thousands of trees are sprouting, Beijing is prosperous, and the crowd is bustling.

She and her brother were wandering on the road hand in hand, unlike usual, there was no veil on her face, and people were amazed at first sight, and the second time they smiled and greeted her. There is no high and low, no disgusting greedy eyes, and no fingering that she can't hold hands like this, she and her brother hold hands like this, the big hand wraps the small hand, warm and warm, and will never be separated.

After the people said hello, they went their separate ways, and they didn't huddle together so that she couldn't walk.

It was nice and comfortable.

There are a variety of shops on both sides of the road, including butterfly noodles, water slippery noodles, palm noodles and so on; In the pastry shop, there are fire, steamed buns, silver silk, oil cakes and so on; There are also delicate cakes such as chess cakes, domino cakes, thin crispy skins, peach blossom siu mai and so on.

Huang Yu smelled the fragrance of all kinds of food mixed together, and walked briskly through the crowd, like a little yellow bird scattering joy. Pointing to this, looking at that, I bought a lot of things for my brother to hold, don't worry, these are all hers, don't rush to eat.

The brother gave up a hand to rub her head, and said with a smile, Yu'er will buy you whatever her brother wants, even if it is a star in the sky, as long as she wants, he will find a way to take it off for her.

She shook her head and said, "Don't you pick it, someone will pick it for me."

As for the person who picked up the stars for her, Huang Yu didn't think much about it, and she didn't want to study who it was in her heart.

When passing by the candy shop, Huang Yu stood still and refused to leave, she said, brother, I have a stomachache and want to eat sugar.

The brother nodded, smiled and said that he would buy it and tell her to wait under the tree for a while and be back soon.

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