Zhao Ji said that he was relieved, but in his heart he was reluctant, his heart had already been given to Nangong Yuluo, so that he could forget how it could be so simple. If Nangong Yuluo was an ordinary woman, Zhao Ji would not be like this, let alone admire.

Zhao seemed to persuade a few times, and he also understood in his heart that Zhao Ji said it lightly, and it was not so simple to make it. Zhao Ji and Zhao seem to have grown up together since childhood, and he is clear about his brother's character. Zhao seems to be reluctant to say much, everything can only go with the flow.

It was late at night when the two of them returned to Yunxin Temple, but Master Fang Zheng was not in the temple, and he, as the left protector of Manichaeism, also went to the tip of the boat to participate in the grand event. Zhao Ji and Zhao Qi were inconvenient and could not participate in Fang La's wedding, so they could only stay in Yunxin Temple and wait.

The marriage of the Manichaean leader to the holy woman is a top priority, the whole church is jubilant, everyone is jubilant, Fang La is also full of red light, all the arrangements are done according to his will, the lights are colorful, so lively.

At this time, Nangong Yuluo and Zhao Ji were sad and worried.

Nangong Yuluo pushed open the door and stared at the bright moon in the sky, without any joy on his face, frowning, and muttering: "Why are you a prince and grandson?" Why are you a sworn brother of a senior brother? Why is God so unfair? ”

"Why are you my brother's fiancée? Why are you a saint? Zhao Ji pushed open the window and sighed.

Zhao seemed to have fallen asleep, Zhao Ji was alone and restless, so he took a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, copied the appearance of Nangong Yuluo, and personally inscribed on it: "Ban Ji's posture of continuing history, Xie Ting's state of Yongxue." Tens of millions of hates, hatred is at the end of the world. Shan Yue doesn't know what is going on in her heart, the water and wind are empty and the flowers in front of her eyes, swaying and swaying. ”

The Nangong Yuluo in the portrait is like a real person, lifelike, with thousands of manners, especially that smile is like a hundred flowers in spring, competing for beauty, and Anita is fragrant. The scene at this time is exactly what Nangong Yu looked like when he looked back and smiled, and he drew it down with his own memory.

Zhao Ji sighed, slowly rolled up the picture scroll again, pushed open the door and walked out, he really couldn't sleep peacefully, just because tomorrow was the wedding day. After tonight, his beloved will marry his righteous brother, and he knows that he is warm and cold.

Nangong Yuluo couldn't sleep, her mind was the same as Zhao Ji's. If it weren't for those reasons, she would inevitably choose to follow Zhao Ji and leave this place of right and wrong. It backfired, and some things were not something she could control, just like falling in love with Zhao Ji.

Nangong Yuluo herself was also taken aback, she didn't expect that there would be someone in her heart, and that person was Zhao Ji. Since the two first met, Zhao Ji's literary brilliance has deeply attracted her, so that she will always remember the chattering and high-spirited Zhao Ji.

Although she knew that Zhao Ji's identity was the prince and a child of the Zhao family, she didn't have any resentment in her heart, some were just helpless, and there was a trace of sadness, and she found that she couldn't hate it at all. Besides, that incident had nothing to do with Zhao Ji, so she comforted herself like this.

The first time they met, Nangong Yuluo remembered Zhao Ji. I thought it would be impossible to see each other again in this life, but God is destined in the dark! That day, she was in an irritable mood and wanted to see the beauty of the sunrise one last time, so she left this place and went to Yunxin Temple, just to see the misty peaks like a fairyland.

On a whim, I also wanted to miss my own memories, but I didn't want to meet Zhao Ji again. Moreover, she herself didn't know why she gave Zhao Ji the fur she had treasured for a long time. The robe was sewn by her own hands, and it was also the standard by which she measured her husband.

At the beginning, she thought that Zhao Ji was wearing him because of a cold and cold, and she saw Zhao Ji's literary brilliance, and she was a person who understood what she was thinking, and gradually her eyes began to focus on Zhao Ji. As the sun rose, the first thought in her heart that she was reluctant to leave immediately.

By mistake, the two kissed again and knew each other's intentions. At that time, Nangong Yuluo was like a child who had been caught making a mistake, and hurriedly went down the mountain to leave in a shy, and when he returned to the room, he still felt the heat on his face.

At this time, Nangong Yuluo realized that he had not retrieved his coat, not only was he not anxious, but he was a little sweet, and he felt that it was not bad to put it on Zhao Ji. At that time, Nangong Yuluo herself was shocked, the day she was born, except for her parents. I don't care so much about one person.

Therefore, Nangong Yuluo wanted to calm down for a while, hoping to forget Zhao Ji's appearance, so he didn't go around and passed by Zhao Ji. That night, Zhao Ji waited for a long time to see the future, thinking that Nangong Yuluo didn't have himself in his heart, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Nangong Yu didn't see Zhao Ji every three autumns, and she knew in her heart that she was going to get married in two days, and she was powerless to refute it, so she had to let it go. It was precisely because of his identity that Nangong Yuluo deliberately distanced himself from Zhao Ji, but found that this longing was like a tide, ups and downs, and he was eager to see Zhao Ji, just wanting to spit out what was in his heart.

When she was ready, she found that her dream was ruthlessly torn apart.

Nangong Yuluo couldn't sleep, so she simply got up and walked out of the door, and she unconsciously came to the vicinity of Yunxin Temple. She has walked the road here countless times, and it is the same for her whether there is fog or not.

Zhao Ji walked forward with a heavy heart, and came to an open place, but when he saw the person who was haunted by his soul, he smiled bitterly on his face, but he couldn't turn around and leave, so he could only continue to walk forward and said softly: "You are here too?" ”

"You're here too?" Nangong Yuluo turned around and looked, only to see Zhao Ji appear behind her at some point, covering her cherry mouth, looking at Zhao Ji dumbfounded, happy and a little sad in her heart, wanting to speak but not knowing how to speak.

Zhao Ji and Nangong Yuluo looked at each other without saying a word, looking at each other, and they could understand each other's minds. The two kept looking at each other, and it was difficult to move away for a long time, but they were afraid that there would be no such opportunity after tonight, and neither of them wanted to disturb the tranquility.

"It's a gift for your big day!"

Zhao Ji handed the scroll in her hand to Nangong Yuluo, after she took it, she opened it and saw that she saw the smile of Chaoxia that night, she was really relaxed at that moment, she didn't need to think about anything, she enjoyed it quietly, and saw a poem on it.

Nangong Yuluo's poetry and song attainments are quite high, how can she not understand the meaning expressed in Zhao Ji's words, and asked: "Do you have pen and ink?" ”

Zhao Ji nodded, took out the pen and ink, these were the ones he carried with him, and he forgot to put them back when he came out before and brought them out. So, Nangong Yu also inscribed a poem in the picture scroll: "Looking back at Pengqiu at dusk, the drizzle and breeze are dark tears." After passing through the clouds and thinking of beautiful shadows, there is no fate to hurt my heart. ”

"You can take this scroll back and keep it!"

Zhao Ji nodded, looked at the words inscribed on the picture scroll above, and understood the meaning, and smiled bitterly. More than ten years later, Zhao Ji is already the king of a country, and Fang La is also a prisoner, he walked into the study again, took out a scroll from a hidden place, opened it slowly, and looked at the inscription on it, which was the picture scroll he left more than ten years ago, which has been well preserved.

Zhao Ji stared intently at the familiar face on the picture scroll, as well as the smile like a spring breeze, and couldn't help but recall what had happened, the past had passed away, tears couldn't stop flowing, and muttered: "If time can go back, I won't let you leave me, do you know that all these years have passed, and my heart for you has never changed!" ……”