Cherish the evening palace.

The fragrance of the begonia flowers blooming outside the courtyard was overflowing, and the man in the yellow robe walked into the hall slowly, sitting at the stone table, touching the tea set placed on the stone table, with an emotion in his eyes that others could not read.

"Your Majesty."

A palace attendant dressed in a dark green immortal skirt slowly walked out of the corridor, resting the begonia petals in his hand on the edge of the steps, and bowed to the emperor.

"Get up." Yan Meng hummed and rubbed the teacup in his hand.

Everything here is familiar to him, and his heart palpitates.

"What story does the emperor want to hear today?" The loose eyebrows and eyes have some fine lines that can't be hidden.

"Tell me another interesting story about the queen." Yan Meng put the teacup on the table, and every time Songwu told him these things, his heart seemed to be less empty.

His queen.

It should be a woman with light eyebrows as water, calm and delicate.

But he forgot everything.

“…… Niangniang once embroidered a lotus bag, embroidered for half a year, the slave saw a black lump, and thought that it was embroidered leaves, but she said that the embroidery was five poisonous beasts...... Once she was hungry in the middle of the night, she ran to the small kitchen to make a fire, and as a result, the pot was fried with a hole, and the next day Niangniang blamed the palace people for not frying the vegetable oil, and the palace people were aggrieved that the pot of stir-fry was leaking oil......

Listening to her narration, the corners of the emperor's mouth were slightly raised, and he touched the lines of the lotus bag on his hand, guessing what kind of mood she was in when embroidering, but her eyes were slightly red.

The emperor, who is cold and violent and impersonal in the eyes of others, will also have such a soft side, and sighed loosely, "Your Majesty, the slave will pour you a cup of tea." ”

"Niangniang likes to drink tea the most, these teas, Father-in-law An will send them on time every year, if Niangniang is here, I am afraid it is not enough."

“…… Then pour a glass. ”

Azusa Tong.

After you left, my heart died.

But you don't know.

…… I can only pretend not to know.

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Qianye looked at the image in the water mirror, clenched the hand holding the teacup, and wondered, "Didn't he forget?" ”

Isn't the milk doll supposed to be three palaces, four concubines, and a group of children around the knee?

Why do you spend this life alone?

[He forgot, but he didn't forget. 】

The phantom fog weaves a dream, and waking up is just a nightmare.

Even if you forget that person's voice and appearance, you can't forget the strong affection that tosses and turns.

Therefore, Yan Meng is willing to live this life alone, facing the cold dragon chair alone, and he is unwilling to compromise, for fear of living up to his love for Feng Qianwan.

"What an idiot." Qianwan sneered coldly, but it was an irritable flick of his sleeves to blow away the water mirror, "I was destroyed by this so-called love-love, I was trapped all my life, and I turned around in place, so what's the pain." ”

[Life is a lover, and this hatred is not about the wind and the moon. 】

The old man of the moon is kind and seductive, [Shenji, if one day, you also become desperate and irrational, then you will understand what he is doing, and you will know what he is suffering. 】

Qianwan didn't say anything, slowly stood up, and walked in the direction of the peach blossom tree, wearing a crimson dress swaying to the ground, and the cold demeanor was still the same.

"Perhaps."

After a while, I heard this faint sentence.

As soon as Yue Lao wanted to respond, he saw that the crimson figure disappeared into the peach blossom ring in an instant, and his eyes widened and he hurriedly shouted, [Shenji, have you carefully read the book of fate and just left?!] 】

He also thought that after listening to his words with a great philosophy of life, Shenji was going to start thinking about life sadly.

Hum.

I know that reading the small articles forwarded by the circle of friends is unreliable!

On the rattan chair, there is a light blue book of life, as if two pages have been opened, which roughly records the life of Yuan Qianwan, the ace agent in the entertainment industry.