When do you know when you will see each other? It's hard to feel the night at this point.

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Everyone was talking about what happened to the emperor.

As if to match their discussions, rumors and various versions of wild history soon spread in the streets and alleys and teahouses and wine shops.

It is said that after Wanyan's father passed away, he followed his mother to marry into Wanyan Zonggan's mansion and was not happy.

The mother is blindly cautious in calculation, and the subordinates are always high and low.

It wasn't until he met a little girl that things got a little better, but the little girl disappeared one day inexplicably, as if it had never appeared.

After Yan Yan, he began to sit on the wall and wait for her every day, and waited for a long, long time, until one day, he jumped off the wall.

That night, he came back very late, and he was covered in wounds.

The mother feels sorry for her child, but no matter how much she asks, she can't get the slightest news.

The young man knelt on the ground for a long time, and the next day, he staggered to his adoptive father and told him that he wanted to study.

It was also from this time that he was favored and carefully cultivated by his adoptive father.

Later, the emperor succeeded to the throne with the support of his adoptive father.

Since then, he has been looking for a woman, but has not been heard from.

Until one day, Tang Kuobi presented a painting, the legend is overwhelming, the emperor fell in love at first sight, and after inquiring, it turned out to be his own brother's wife, the princess who had never met.

After that, the emperor began to drink heavily.

How many such rumors are true and how many are false, what matters is which one people will believe.

Some people sigh for the emperor's affection, and some people sigh for the emperor's helplessness.

Only Wan Yan Liang sneered lightly at this story of the emperor.

But what distracted him more than this was the person in front of him now.

After six years, Wan Yanliang saw Jian Wei again.

He stood in the crowd and watched her quietly smiling and smiling.

She is even more beautiful than five years ago, with a smell of sunshine and fresh breeze.

It's like a world away.

The situation that I had imagined countless times finally came true, and the earrings in my fingers hurt in the palm of my hand. Could it be that everything is predestined in the dark?

He thought for a moment, suppressing his surging and excited feelings.

Silently walking back, I shouldn't have any distractions until everything is done.

As long as you can be sure that she is here now, and you can look at her, you will be relieved.

It's strange that a woman can't help but be described as personable, a woman like her seems to be like a lightning bolt, always inadvertently cutting through the sky, but it is unforgettable.

He still remembered that morning, a long time ago.

He woke up from his dream, and there was a knock at the door and a low call from Gao Huaizhen.

He took one last look at her, and she slept so peacefully, but he felt a faint uneasiness in his heart.

This uneasiness is like a premonition that you are going to lose something, but you can't do anything about it. Such a premonition came from an unknown source and spread faintly.

He went out the door and went to his father's room.

There was no unexpected storm.

Wanyan Zong, who had fallen ill on the couch, was almost mad and asked him about those things one by one.

But he was distracted.

Zong Gan was angry, his trembling hand grabbed the pillow stone and threw it over, he didn't dodge, the hard stone hit him and staggered, and a warm liquid gurgled out.

He bowed and replied to the terminally ill old man on the sickbed, "The son doesn't understand what his father is talking about. ”

When the old man exercised like this, his whole body seemed to have exhausted his strength and trembled slightly.

After all, he is the one who has been in the political center for so long.

After his temper was finished, he calmed down: "My Jurchen generation has been suffering in this bitter cold land, and now that I have the opportunity to go south, I should have united as one. Pity...... I'm too old to care about your young people's affairs, and if you really think I'm your father, then in my lifetime, I will never do anything treason and exterminate my family. ”

After he finished saying this in one breath, he seemed to be very tired, and he didn't want to look at Yan Liang again, so he waved his hand: "You go down." ”

Wan Yanliang replied respectfully: "My son is retiring, please ask my father to recuperate." ”

Out of the door, Gao Huaizhen immediately greeted him, and when he saw Wan Yanliang's face covered with blood, he hurriedly pulled out his white handkerchief and handed it over.

He took the random rubbing: "Go and gather them, I have something to say." ”

He probably told them about the current situation, and then confirmed the reply with everyone, until he was completely tight, and did not give up until there was no flaw.

And when he had given all the commands, for the sake of safety, he sent them all away, and stood only in the house.

Gao Huaizhen saw that he had been standing by the window drinking tea, and saw that the sun was beginning to set westward, so he said, "Little Wangye, it is better to go back to the room and wait." ”

He remembered what he had seen in the morning, and he couldn't help but shut up again.

Wan Yanliang pondered for a moment, and when he looked at that time, he knew that the matter had passed.

This father, like his younger brother, is blindly soft-hearted, and he really doesn't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing.

When he walked out of the room, his whole body was still full of murderous aura, and even the gentle sunset could not warm him.

The thin clothes rubbed against the skin, soothed by the breeze, like ironed lake water overflowing the whole body.

He remembered the many circumstances of last night, and a slight smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

She's fine. She's already up in bed?

Such a woman seemed to be a dream, something he had never met in his long and short life.

How to describe it? A wonderful.

He thought all the way to the backyard, his thoughts fluctuated, he would definitely give her the best food and clothing, the best care and care. Those words that once never appeared in the bottom of my heart came out one by one. Walking into the courtyard across the courtyard, walking through the corridor where acacia flowers had fallen, and approaching her room, his heart trembled slightly, the door was open, and he tried to call: "Weiwei." ”

No one should be.

He repeated hesitantly.

The room was unusually quiet.

His heart trembled suddenly, and he stepped in, the world in front of him was a mess, everything was intact, but the cups were all shattered to the ground, and the people he wanted to see had long since lost sight.

In the next few years, how many places he found and how much effort he put into it, he couldn't calculate it himself, and he didn't bother to calculate.

Until he saw that painting at Tang Kuobi, he could never forget that feeling.

It's like finding a treasure that has been lost for a long time, and it makes people feel a kind of illusion of distrust.

He repeatedly asked about the source of this painting, but he was a little indifferent to what Tang Kuobi wanted to do.

Although that's what he's always wanted to do.

But now, he just wanted to find this woman as soon as possible, a woman as cunning as a fox, who was hiding under his feet, and this time, he was going to step on her tail and imprison her freedom.

He stood there and looked at it for a long time, and the woman in front of him had already entered the store, and he looked up at the name of the store, which was full of flowers.

Give me a little more time, the famous flowers are full of joy and the city is full of wind and rain.