Xiao Yue walked out of the East Palace with a calm face, his chest was like cold snow pouring back and forth, and his heart hurt and he didn't know where to fall.

Standing by the south pool for a while, a sense of emptiness came from all directions, endless, endless, sour and painful.

At this moment, he didn't know whether to hate himself or her.

She didn't love herself, and she didn't have affection for three years, but he kept forcing it. In the past three years, she has been unhappy, and he has also suffered from gains and losses.

Xia Yuan stood aside in fear, and was about to say something to let the saint leave this place, Xiao Yue flicked his sleeves and entered the Xianchi Palace, and went straight to the dormitory.

There is a fragrant peach wood incense frame sitting on the pear case, forming according to the situation, escaping obliquely, the peach blossoms on the branch are carved with pink jade, and the scorching opening is really like a dream.

On the flower branch, there is a finely carved flower and bird entwined branch aromatherapy ball, is spitting incense, on the side is a book that has just read a few pages, is the word she likes to read, there are two poems with a red pen to draw a line.

Inch by inch clouds, the slightest remnant, whether there is light or not, it is difficult to eliminate. is breaking the soul and swaying. Looking at the mountains and rivers, people go to go, faintly far away. From now on, it will be sour, just like tonight.

Qingyao, ask the sky if you should not, look at the little Shuangqing, bored. Who is more visible, who is painful? Who wants to rejoice, steal vegetarian powder, and write and describe? Who cares, life after life, night and night.

The second is also a poem of grievances, with the last sentence crossed.

Sijun tears flowed all day long, Chang'an was far away, and his soul traveled several times in a night. can laugh at the hard words, but also learn the village men and women, burning incense in the morning and dusk and kowtowing three times.

Ask for God's blessing, the people on the horizon will be famous, and they will be harmonious early. should forget that the end of the world is haggard, his life is uncertain, and this life has ended.

Xiao Yue read it twice, he was unsure of his life, he had a sneer, saw the begonia flower-shaped inkstone, couldn't hold it anymore, and stretched out his hand to smash the inkstone.

The people of Xianchi Palace who were shocked by this sound knelt on the ground inside and out, and they were terrified, not knowing why the saint, who had always been light, suddenly became angry.

The peerless inkstone was shattered, the fine Yunzhou ink splashed heartily, and even Xiao Yue's green shirt was gradually covered with bits and pieces of ink.

People will always have preferences, and if they have preferences, they will have weaknesses.

Preferences may be a good thing for ordinary people, but for emperors, preferences can be easily exploited when exposed to broad daylight.

You don't see that from ancient times to the present, there is something good at the top, and there will be prosperity at the bottom.

That's why Yuan Ke took advantage of the loophole.

Yuan Ke kid is so deep and vicious with his intentions, and he humiliates him nakedly.

The people of this palace have placed Xie Zhaorong in the dormitory, and everyone in the hospital is in and out, busy, and they look very anxious.

Xiao Yue stood in the courtyard, looked at the people in the courtyard coldly, did not say a word, and glanced at the begonias by the wall with love for the first time, blooming wanton and delicate, he couldn't hold back this anger, and coldly ordered, "Cut it." Cut it all. ”

Xia Yuan hurriedly replied yes, and hurriedly gave the people behind him a look, and the clever palace people who had already taken an axe and machete from the small kitchen and cut down the tree with all hands and feet.

Begonia flowers also seem to know that they are going to die today, and the palace people have not yet cut the axe, and a gust of wind has passed, and it has fallen all over the ground.

The weeping silk begonia transplanted from Lingzhou to the inner courtyard of the deep palace was easy to plant, and it was cut down in less than three years.

The flowers and trees were scattered, and the ground was full of mess, but Xiao Yue didn't feel happy at all, but felt that it was even more blocked.

(I don't have the energy to write, I'll make up for it tomorrow.) ）