He was conceited, always thinking that in this world, no matter who he lost, it was an insignificant thing for him.

Therefore, under the pain at that time, he killed Zhao Zishi.

But later, after Zhao Zishi's death, those long nights, he woke up in the vast night, all he saw was her face, all he remembered was her soft laughter, and the woman's smile like a flower broke his heart.

So, he wanted her to live, and moreover, to live a long time.

"Kill her, are you really happy?"

Her body stood there straight, her whole body stiff, only to feel that every bone, every tendon and vein, was tense, and the blood began to flow backwards, and she saw a wireless shock flash in Zhan Yu's eyes.

At that moment, she suddenly felt that this man was repenting.

He stood in the dark light oppressive hall, turned sideways to look at Qiu Yinong, saw her docile eyebrows, I don't know why, gave birth to a little sharp edges and corners, inexplicably, he saw a faint hatred in her clear eyes.

Inexplicably, he stood there and watched her for a long time before he spoke: "Play "Hibiscus Jacket" for me, you and Lao Qi have gone to Huguan, and I haven't heard anyone play it for me for a long time. ”

With that, he turned around and slowly walked up to the high seat.

The wind blew in through the windows, blowing the candles in the temple, swaying on the marble, reflecting the cold light.

The man's back gradually melted into the darkness, like a lonely grass growing in the night, alone and silently devouring loneliness.

She looked at him for a while, sat down quietly, and the phoenix qin was already prepared behind the screen in the hall, and her fingers were put on it, and she began to play.

Through the thin screen, she saw the man on the high seat, his back leaning against the throne, his eyebrows hidden in the shadows, and he couldn't see clearly.

She lowered her eyebrows and played, in this hall, only heard the lingering sound of the piano rushing through the palace, the lingering emotion, in this cold hall, it was particularly mocking.

She saw them in a trance.

No matter how cold it is, it doesn't matter if each other's body temperature can warm each other.

I never thought that behind every love is separation.

After thinking about it, he raised his head and saw the emperor sitting there, drinking glass after glass, his eyes were always looking at her through the screen, his eyes seemed blurry and trance in the light and shadow, through her figure, he thought that it might be someone else.

She was somewhat surprised.

This man used to drink, no matter how good she was, she liked to drink, and he refused to let him drink.

Definitely no more than three glasses.

Now, he was able to drink so much, cup after cup, I don't know how many glasses he drank, the wine in the jug was empty, he took the jug, turned it upside down, and a few drops of wine dripped out of the jug.

His strength was not very good, and after drinking a pot, he was not very sober.

Throwing the flask out suddenly, the man seemed to be a little drunk, stood up on the table, his body was a little crooked, took a step, and stumbled down the jade steps.

The body swayed, walked up, and almost fell.

She sat behind the screen and looked at him all the time, looking at his cold and tough face in the past, giving birth to a hazy meaning, in the swirling sound of the piano, his steps were funny as if he was dancing.

A cool smile appeared on the corner of her lips.