He always remembered the first time he saw the girl.

It was the first time he himself had followed his mother to the so-called flower banquet - the so-called flower banquet was actually a place where some idle and boring ladies discussed right and wrong.

Although he didn't want to go to such an occasion—he would rather go to school than to go—but his mother's fate was hard to disobey, and all he could do was get up obediently and go along.

Because he was the last thing that his mother could be most proud of, the last thing he could show off—for him, his father's stubbornness was really not worthy of such a clever and delicate mother.

That's what he thinks, and that's what he does. So the usually silent eldest brother can't say it, that is, he says more to his father on behalf of his mother.

But the father didn't listen.

He was helpless, so for a teenager like him, the only thing he could do was to accompany his talented mother to attend those so-called poetry banquets everywhere to relieve his depression.

And every time he goes to such a so-called poetry meeting or flower banquet, he will find that his mother is becoming cheerful step by step, which makes him very happy.

So despite ...... Sometimes he also felt that his mother, who was so happy, seemed to laugh just for the sake of laughing, and he was willing to accompany his mother.

Go to every banquet.

And at every banquet, he must have accompanied his mother, and listened to her and the ladies talk about the short and long-term things—although he did not like it, but if her liked it, he would accompany her.

So......

"Who will be the one who will be discussed today?"

After receiving his mother's orders, he thought about this question as he collected his books—yes, every time they attended a flower banquet or a poetry meeting, they always chose a person to talk about. This object is either someone, or something, or something—

But there's always a lot of talk about someone. And the people who are talked about are often beautiful women or young men.

Although he sat at the back of the table, he often came across times when he was asked for advice by the noble ladies—although it seemed to him that they did not need his opinion at all, only his nod—but he would still prepare well for the sake of his mother's face.

But today is different. Before leaving, I asked many people, but I didn't know who the woman who was called "the little daughter of the samurai family" was. In desperation, he had no choice but to follow his mother, got into the car with anxiety, arrived at the meeting, and sat down.

And then......

He saw it.

When all the noble ladies and daughters mentioned it, they looked disappreciative, and there was a hint of some vigilant girls.

She's really not the most beautiful.

At least among these girls present, her appearance is only middle-upper-after all, she is just a ten-year-old girl who has not yet grown, what kind of shocking color can she have?

But that eye ......

Those smart and bright eyes, eyes that are not stained with the world, but they make him look at them......

Forget the vulgar.

——This is how Liu Hongye felt when he saw Wu Zhao for the first time. Although it was just a glance, it had already made him care about this girl who was secretly vigilant by many women for no reason.

Then he learned many things—more precisely, about her mother and sister. As for her......

It seems that they will always be just an appendage.

But the more he did, the more curious he became about her.

With such a pair of eyes, how can there be such a pair of mother sisters? He was genuinely curious. So since then, accompanying his mother to this kind of flower banquet poetry party is no longer a chore that has to be done, but has become the thing he looks forward to the most.

Because he can get some news about this girl, and only at this time.

That woman looks so charming, it really looks like she was born to seduce people......

The woman became more and more fond of reading, and even on the day of her father's death, she did not forget to hold the book in her hand, and she didn't know who she wanted to show it to......

That woman dared to argue with her brothers for the sake of her unsuccessful mother...... I really don't have a tutor, don't you know the truth that the eldest brother is like a father......

The woman......

The woman............

The woman..................

When he noticed it, such rumors were already firmly branded in his heart, and a small image of a woman was firmly branded. A small statue of a woman who is unruly and agile like a fox.

So when he saw her again, he was greatly surprised:

Where is such a woman like a fox?

It's clearly a phoenix!

is so elegant and noble, but it is said to be as enchanting as a fox; Such a demeanor is moderate, but it is said to be cunning and treacherous; That kind of self-esteem and self-control, but it is said to be arrogant and untamed......

Such an exclamation made him lock his eyes on her body even more firmly.

And this lock is two years of time, and it makes him approach this woman step by step, step by step.

When he realized it, his heart was already firmly trapped by this woman, and he could no longer get out of it.

And he didn't want to get out of it.

So he sighed. With such a beautiful dream, I longed for to be able to tie the knot with her and be with her for a long time.

……

Don't daydream. That woman won't really take a fancy to you.

When this sentence came out of his father's mouth, he still didn't think so.

A woman like that is not worthy of you. Don't mention anything else, would you like to get along with such a mother-in-law and aunt?

When such words came out of his mother's mouth, he was at a loss.

Oh, yes......

She is more than herself.

She still has that kind of mother, and she has that kind of sister.

He hesitated—and it was just such a momentary hesitation, and he took the news and learned that she was forced to enter the palace by her own mother.

Before he could resent her, he took her letters, begging him to come and take her away.

Pinching the letter, he was at a loss again.

And this dazed thought also made the mother, who heard the news, sigh, and silently took the tear-soaked letter from his hand, and without looking at it, turned around and threw herself into the brazier.

The fire brightened his face and dried his tears.

Yes, she is no longer the Wu Zhao she was back then. With such a look, such a brightness, and such a talent, being elected to the emperor's family and serving as the concubine today is just a matter of turning over hands. As the son of the Liu family, he is also a minister of the Li family. He was not qualified to compete with His Majesty the Emperor.

Whether it is power or power, he is not qualified to compete with one of them.

So he ...... with her After all, it still didn't work.

That's what he thinks, and that's what he tells himself.

But when he saw her again at the court meeting, she was so delicate and beautiful, like a fairy, and between talking and laughing, he shocked the cuteness of the four seats......

He was at a loss again.

Did he really let go?

He didn't know, so again, he followed her, to the little bridge, and went to ask her.

She'll always give herself an answer.

He told himself.

And her answer also made him completely dead - at least that's what he thought at the time.

So he turned and left.

But when she turned around, her heart was really lost in her at that moment.

Yes, all the things before, he was so hazy and couldn't see it really. And at that moment, when they met on the bridge, he finally confirmed that he was real, and he really carved this woman firmly on his heart.

And this moment is the ups and downs, more than ten years......

Until he met his wife again, he couldn't forget that woman.

So he has been from afar, silently watching her, watching her step by step, stepping through all the ups and downs, step by step, walking on the phoenix throne, and really becoming the master of the phoenix in the world.

He kept watching.

He always thought that as long as he could watch, then he and her would not be considered to have broken contact.

But it was at that moment......

At that moment, he saw the man, and the child in his arms who looked so much like her when he was young.

He suddenly realized something:

The memories he thought were already her past; And the woman in his heart is no longer what she once was.

It was like all of a sudden, he had cut off the last trace of the past, the past, the past.

The once bright, once moving, all became the dark night, under the starlight, the blurred reflection of the water surface.

Those past ......

It's all what it used to be.

There is no connection with his present life.

Since then, she and him can only be the beauty of the past, the dream of the past.

Past......

Once.