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It was she who was wrong, wrong.

Why did she encourage Yu Yan to chase Rong Ruo, why didn't she ask the emperor to change his mind when the emperor gave Rong Ruo a marriage.

There are some things that you don't think you don't face, and these persistent people can be turned around by you. Do you think you can achieve the desired happiness if you run away?

Naive.

She had several dreams of ups and downs this night, and each time she had the illusion that it was herself.

Behind the rockery, the grass grows and the warbler flies, and the peach blossoms are scorching.

"Brother Rong Ruo, you said that this Li Qingzhao wrote by his predecessors to sit and return to the hall to cook tea, referring to the accumulation of book history, saying that something is in the pages and lines of a certain book and a certain volume, and the victory or defeat is the order of drinking tea. Isn't that just talking about us? She leaned on his muscular back, holding the preface to the gold and stone record, and savored page after page. Baidu search literature network, more good free reading.

Rong Ruo smiled dotingly at the corner of her eyes and gently touched her forehead. Continue to look at the information in his hand.

"That's right."

She smiled amusefully and looked around the empty place, except for Brother Rong Ruo behind her, where were there other shadows, let alone tea.

"I'm thirsty."

Rong Ruo put down the book in his hand, held her in his arms, nodded his small nose and said, "Make up for you next time." ”

"Well, next time I want to go to Brother Rongruo's library to read. You want good tea and good wine."

"Okay, let's drink tea, play the piano, and blow the flute."

"Okay, that's a deal."

I woke up from my dream, my memory was still fresh, and my heart couldn't help but beat faster. Her face was as red as the peach blossoms on a peach tree.

After a few breaths, he called Jade to pour himself a cup of tea.

Jade saw that the little master was panting, and asked worriedly.

"The little lord has a nightmare."

Yi Jin thought back to the situation in his dream and nodded. No matter how beautiful this dream was, it was undoubtedly more terrible than a nightmare to her.

"What time is it?" She asked.

"It's dark." Emerald returns.

"Oh, it's so late." There was a hint of loneliness in his eyes.

Jade looked, since she came for so long, the emperor would come every day, and tonight was the first time to see the little master go to bed alone, and the little master felt a little sad at this moment.

"Little lord, it may not be a good thing that the emperor does not come." Jade said.

"I know he'll walk out of the Zhongcui Palace sooner or later. I understand. She nodded, took the water handed by Jade, and drank a bowl of it.

"It's good that the little lord can see clearly, if the favor is too much, there will be too many enemies. The little lord still has to spend some effort to make friends with the ladies in the other palaces. There is a loss before there is a gain. Jade said knowingly.

She smiled and looked at her lower abdomen. If you want to be safe in the palace, you should really give up some.

Jade saw that most of the little masters understood, so she went down.

Yi Jin, who had palpitations, lay on the bed and recalled the dream that seemed to be a dream, and remembered the letter sent by Yu Yan.

Isn't this their love experience, so I thought about it and remembered the dream some time ago, the sound of the piano under the peach blossom tree, and the sound of Xiao under the pear blossom tree.

In this way, these verses and words are their experiences.

I couldn't sleep when I woke up like this, and looking at the poems above, I could effortlessly recall all the affection in it.

took a long breath and put down the letter in his hand, and now he understands Rong Ruo's deep affection and Yu Yan's jealousy.

It's a pity that he came one step too late, and she finally passed by her sweetheart.

Don't say Rong Ruo, even she, an outsider, feels sorry.