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"Brother Mohua, wait for Ling'er!"

A delicately dressed doll in pink chased after the boy, and the little face of the running man was red.

"What are you doing with me?" The dark blue boy turned his head with an impatient expression.

That year, she was six years old and he was ten.

"Brother Mohua, my father said, there is a marriage contract between us, and when Ling'er grows up, I want to marry you!"

She looked up at him, her smiling eyebrows crooked, her clear eyes full of anticipation.

"This palace won't marry you."

He was disgusted with the ignorant and cute little girl in front of him, and he didn't care about the gloom in her eyes, and said coldly.

A prime minister's daughter, a prince of the dynasty, did not say that he was a bad person, but it was also mixed with a trace of unrequited love.

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She grew up and became more and more beautiful, and at the age of eleven, the threshold of the house was almost flattened by the matchmaker.

She rejected them all one by one.

She just wants to be his wife, and she wants to be the only one who has him.

Two years later, she married him as she wished, with ten miles of red makeup, and she smiled sweetly under the hijab.

That night, he was drunk.

She waited happily in the new house, and waited for him to stumble into the new house drunk, without lifting the hijab, without handing over a glass of wine, only his humiliation.

"Didn't this palace say that I don't want to marry you!"

"This palace has never seen a shameless woman like you, you should die!"

After saying that, he ran out.

Leaving her alone in the new room, her hand clenched the handkerchief, her eyes were full of tears, tears crossed her cheeks, and the joy in her heart disappeared in an instant.

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After a long time, she realized that he already had someone in his heart.

It was a woman in a green building, and she was long and captivating the country and the city.

She chose to be obscure, in front of his empty shell princess, to solve his interpersonal circle and win over courtiers.

She thought that as long as she silently supported him, one day he would see it.

Later, he finally ascended to the throne, and she became his only queen.

He brought the Qinglou woman back to the palace and canonized the concubine.

He stayed in the palace of the concubine all night, and she saw him less and less.

Later, news came from the palace that the concubine was pregnant with a dragon fetus.

When she learned this, she felt her face wet with a trembling hand, and she felt her face wet.....

Slowly, she learned to put him down, learned to hide the pain, the initial heartache to the gradual numbness, maybe she has begun to stop caring, but no one knows.

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She still silently handled all the trivial matters for him and cleared the obstacles.

He looked in his eyes but smiled disdainfully, thinking that she was deliberately trying to attract his attention.

She had a dream, in which she would wait for him to stop as she had done before, or trot behind him as she had done when she was a child, hoping that he would stop and wait for her for a while, if only a little while.

She woke up and waited for a decree

Scrapped!

The reason is that she killed the little prince in the belly of the concubine.

But she obviously didn't do anything

"Your Majesty, if I say that I didn't do it, can you believe it?"

There is no dispute, no resistance, and no panic after the revelation of that kind of thing. There is no usual love in his eyes, just calmly asked.

When he saw it in his eyes, he felt that this scene was damn dazzling.

"So what?" Cold opening.

"Heh.... I see," she smiled

She finally understood, even if she gave everything, she couldn't get his eyes back.

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Looking at her departing figure, full of loneliness, he clenched his fists and his eyes were full of gloom.

She went to the cold palace by herself, and there was only one heartfelt little maid around to take care of her, and the humid environment in the cold palace made her seriously ill

"Ahem... cough" a dull cough sound, and the handkerchief in his hand was faintly dyed a bewitching red.

Dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, he walked outside, the concubine lost her beloved son, and the crying was not like words, which really made him a little bored, and he pondered but involuntarily walked to the palace where she originally lived.

Somehow, her face appeared in front of his eyes, a smile and a clear memory.

That night, he was drunk again, and the name he hated came out of his mouth

With the strength of wine, he ran to the cold palace and forcibly occupied her

She refused, but heard him whisper in her ear, "You are my person, I want to..."

She stopped struggling...

After that night, he looked at her empty eyes, without a trace of color, and she made him frightened.

He left the cold palace, with a panic in his back, but he didn't see her tears on the bed across her cheeks, and her delicate body was full of traces.

Why, you even the last dignity .... They don't want to leave it to me.

Her heart was shattered inch by inch, and at the same time her dream, the ignorant dream of her childhood, disappeared at the same time.

Later, he released her out of the cold palace and gave her identity back, but when the maid went in to report the news with joy, all she saw was her miserable white face on the wooden bed, and her usually soft eyes were closed tightly at this time, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes, which gradually faded.

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She was gone, but no one knew when.

Her funeral was silent, he stood on the city wall, thinking of her when he was a child, that time, she was lively and innocent, followed him with a milky voice, and called his brother by the corner of his little clothes....

He seemed to regret it

Later, he knew the truth of the year, he severely punished the concubine, exploited her power, and the concubine fell from the Temple of Heaven to the trough.

He knew that all this was not enough for him to hurt her, that she would not come back, that she was gone with the smoke and dust.

That night, he stayed in her former room, lost in his soul.

He finally fell in love with her, but it was too late to understand all this.

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In front of me, her smile appeared, she was so delicate and beautiful, she stretched out her hand and wanted to touch it, but she couldn't catch anything...

Ling'er, in the end, I lost you, have you ever blamed me? If there is an afterlife, you will never meet such a negative person as me again, Ling'er.... I miss you....

Clicking on the fire fold in his hand, the bright red flame illuminated the entire bedroom.

He gradually closed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth slowly relaxed.

In the winter of that year, the emperor died, and the heavy snow fell for three days and three nights, almost annihilating the imperial city.

[I'm obsessed with a touch of obsession, and I've spent my whole life, but I can't get your eyes back, and in the next life, I'd rather choose not.] 〕

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