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Stalemate, stalemate, stalemate.

Li Aotian finally realized the fate of paying the price for his mistakes.

His baby bump doesn't want him anymore and ignores him anymore.

If it was another woman, Li Aotian would have loved someone for a long time, how could he spend his time coaxing her, but not from Yushu, he was reluctant and couldn't bear it.

Across the brocade quilt.

The two seem to be separated from each other.

"This king asked Jasmine to come and take care of you." He really couldn't take care of it, and he was particularly repelled by Yushu, he rubbed his eyebrows, and walked out with a lonely expression, asking the partridge to call Jasmine.

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One part, two wide, each rejoicing.

The howling remnant wind blew halfway up the mountainside, the swaying dead trees were like ghosts, and the shadows cast down were like ghostly hands, slowly drifting over to choke human necks.

Murong Yan, dressed in a red cloak, knelt in front of a grave, and in front of the grave stood a tablet made of sandalwood: Nie Zifeng's tomb, his wife Murong Yan stands.

On that day, Murong Yan left the dark palace and left Dugu Lie, she was ready to be a stranger to him, and she would no longer entangle, love, or be sad.

She looked at the tablet, her jade hand swept lightly, muttering to herself, and seemed to be talking to the person on the tablet: "Zifeng, I'm sorry, I was bent on taking you to that dangerous mission, if not, you wouldn't die, I'm sorry for your wife and children, let your wife have no husband, and let your son have no father." ”

Nie Zifeng is the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, an excellent and outstanding person, that day, he went to perform a mission with Murong Yan and was hacked. The enemy was rounded up and strangled on the road, and Nie Zifeng immediately made a decision to kill the encirclement and stabbed Hei to death. Old. Da fought a bloody path for Murong Yan.

In the end, Nie Zifeng sacrificed.

But, because Nie Zi blocked the black. Old. Big offense to black. Dao, the people above the road wanted to find Nie Zifeng's family for revenge.

After Murong Yan learned about it, she made a decision to set up a tombstone for Nie Zifeng, and his wife's signature was herself, so that she could protect Nie Zifeng's family.

She bought a courtyard house for Nie Zifeng's family, took care of their daily life, and found a shop for Nie Zifeng's wife, so that she could do some small business on weekdays to support her family.

After the worship, Murong Yan dragged her ruined body and looked at the wind and snow in the distance, narrowed her delicate eyes, her eyes were sour, her heart was bleeding, whether she closed her eyes or opened them, her mind was full of Dugu Lie and his lady.

Their affectionate and lingering appearance was deeply engraved in her heart, like a sharp knife, stabbing her wounded heart again and again.

Wiping away her tears, Murong Yan tried to raise a strong smile, but found that the tears fell faster than the smile.

Dugu Lie, I don't love you anymore, I don't love you anymore.

She rode on a fierce horse, 'drove' back to the capital, and came to the courtyard.

The courtyard in winter is not as gorgeous as in spring, not as hot as in summer, not as bright as autumn, and the depressed snow puts on a new layer of new clothes for the courtyard.

A little boy who was about ten years old was holding a broom to clear the snow, very sensible, and Murong Yan could see Nie Zifeng's shadow on the little boy's body.

"Mother, mother, Sister Murong is here." The little boy greeted his mother happily.

Lifting the thick door curtain, a middle-aged woman poked her head out, and said with a delicate look: "Miss Murong is here, it's strangely cold, come in." ”