People who say they don't hate often lose the strength to hate.

Feng Zhilan wanted to be free for him to abandon his country and want a free identity, how could he not hate such a sacrifice in exchange for such a ruthless result?

"Sister, you're wrong." Tang An took her hand behind his back, as if he wanted to inject a trace of vitality into her, and said with blazing eyes: "True feelings will not be hindered by anything, just like I love to sing, no matter whether the person who wants to be unfavorable to her is Xiangguo or the emperor, I will save her without hesitation." Not being together because of identity, ideals, morality, fame and fortune is just a clumsy excuse. If he really loves you, it doesn't make a difference whether you are a dancing girl or a spy, because in his eyes, you are the only one in the world. The reason why he gave up this relationship for the sake of his future can only show that he doesn't really love you. Is it worth it to practice yourself for the sake of someone who doesn't love you? ”

Feng Zhilan trembled slightly, and her eyes regained a little clarity.

The reason why she can't forget or let go is because everything in the past is too beautiful, compared with the life she once used to be deceived and her life hung by a thread, it is like being in heaven. In a place close to happiness, she was resolutely abandoned by the man she trusted the most, and in an instant, she fell from heaven to the endless abyss.

She forced herself to forget the beauty, and let the scenes cut her with blood. Sometimes she even wonders, why should a woman who has lived in misfortune since she was a child sink into the abyss?

And Tang An's words made her hold a rope in the vast darkness.

Is a person who doesn't love himself worth hurting himself?

Is it worth it?

Seeing Feng Zhilan's confused face, Tang An tightened his right hand and said, "I once heard a story: every pair of lovers will fly to the heavenly palace after death, and then be sprinkled into the world by the immortal official, and find their other half again. As long as they meet again, they will reap the endless joy of the second half of their lives, and such a person is worth waiting for for a lifetime. In this process, the misidentification of the wrong person occasionally happens, are you willing to forget this unpleasantness, or do you want to regret that you wasted the most precious time when you were gray-haired, and missed your true love? ”

Feng Zhilan raised her head and said in disbelief: "I... Will you meet such a person? ”

"As long as you are willing to come out of the confusion and look for it with your heart." Tang An smiled encouragingly, "I believe that with your cleverness, sister, you will definitely find another one who is willing to accompany you to watch the sun rise and the moon set, and watch the prosperity fall." At that time, maybe you will understand what it means to 'wish to win the heart of one person, and the white head will not be separated'. ”

Feng Zhilan muttered twice, suddenly lowered her head, and saw that her well-maintained jade hands were tightly held by Tang An, and her face turned slightly red for no reason: "You... When you untie someone's heart, do you always hold someone's hand like this? ”

Rao is Tang An is thick-skinned enough, and was questioned by Feng Zhilan in person, but he couldn't help but blush, and simply didn't do anything, without any intention of letting go, but said with a confused face: "Actually, I always wanted to ask just now - sister, how long are you going to hold my hand?" ”

It's obviously me who was held by you, okay!

Seeing Tang An reversing black and white like this, it was difficult to parry with Feng Zhilan's profound qi cultivation kung fu, and he almost fainted in front of him, and he couldn't help but think of the three words that Tang An often hung on his lips.

Damn it!

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The moon is on the railing, and the night is like splashing ink.

The cold street is still covered with snowflakes, but the Flying Snow Yue Pavilion is a lively scene. The staggered planning and the sound of silk and bamboo, the hall of Nuoda has long been overcrowded.

This once glorious and gentle township has not been so full of friends for a long time. The rebellion of the Far Trip to the East made the court officials worried, especially Qin Tianyi, who cut off 2,000 heads in a row, and everyone in high positions was in danger, and they were in fear all day long.

But tonight, everything is different.

Tang An's return added a long-lost joy to the capital. Getting closer to this new Hou Ye will undoubtedly give them one more weight to save their lives. As soon as the emperor's canonization decree was announced during the day, the important ministers of the court who were active immediately began to move around frequently, and there were many people who planned to take the wind for Tang An.

It's a pity that the people who sent the invitation went to Cheng's mansion, but without exception, they pounced, and Lord Tang was not in the mansion.

However, this problem is not difficult for the old men who want to have a treat. I have long heard that Lord Tang was angry at the crown and became a red face, in order to snatch back Liu Tingge, who was taken away by Dongfang Yuanxing, Tang An did not hesitate to trespass into Xiangguo's mansion, and almost killed Xiangguo's son with a sword.

has been separated from his little lover for a long time, and it is precisely the most romantic age, so the current destination of Lord Tang can be imagined.

When Tang An and Liu Tingge were lingering in love, there was an endless stream of people who came to Feixue Yuelan Pavilion to deliver invitations. Feng Zhilan took these posts one by one, and politely expressed her willingness to feast here in the evening.

The old man is not a fool, since Feng Zhilan is Liu Qinge's godmother, she is equivalent to half of Tang An's mother-in-law, how can she be treated as an ordinary official and artist like she once did? The most important people didn't say a word and immediately made a decision: the reception banquet is set in Feixue Yuelan Pavilion!

It wasn't dark yet, and the officials who wanted to pat Tang An on the back went out early. Except for Qin Yue, the sixth prince, who couldn't get away from political affairs, and Lan Honglie, who was worried about his daughter's safety, the important ministers of the Tang Dynasty came almost all over again, and at least twelve people were fighting at the round table with a maximum of six people, but the officials who couldn't even lift their arms were happy, as if they felt extremely lucky to be able to show their faces in front of Lord Tang.

In the most luxurious private room, a group of important ministers led by the little marquis Qin Chuang sat in a circle, pushing cups and changing lamps, which was not lively.

Although Tang An, who was regarded as the core, knew that these people were really false and wronged, he had to bite the bullet and call the old man who didn't know if he could survive tonight. Although each has a ghost, at least from the scene, the guests and hosts are happy and happy.

Originally, as Tang An's future mother-in-law, and as the owner of Feixue Yue Lan Pavilion, Feng Zhilan was also invited. But after three rounds of drinking, this peerless enchanting charm who still exists has disappeared.

She went back to her room, opened the window and sat on the edge of the bed, letting the cold night air kiss her delicate skin. The moonlight sprinkled all over the room, setting her off like a fairy in the Moon Palace, beautiful and incomprehensible.

However, the fairy's face was not half holy, but with great melancholy, and his eyes looked into the distance stupidly.

I don't know how long she sat quietly like this, she suddenly raised the porcelain pot filled with "clear water and clear stream" that she had been holding in her arms, looked at the west from afar, and muttered to herself: "Perhaps... This will be my last glass of wine to you, and I wish you a triumphant return in the far Western Regions. ”

When the wine enters the throat, there is no trace of fragrance, but a thick bitterness.

"I think I've forgotten that from now on you are you and I am me. I will find such a person, who is willing to accompany me to the dry rocks of the sea, who is willing to do anything for me, and will not let me shed a single tear again. ”

Touching the corners of her eyes that were wet with tears, Feng Zhilan drank the remaining half pot of wine, sighed deeply, recalled Tang An's golden and jade words in the afternoon, and with a wistful smile on her face, she whispered to the night.

"I wish to win the heart of one person, and the white head will not be separated from ......"