◣ Latest chapter Baidu search ◢ ╰  ╮ good if the book ╭  ╯ Bai Fengxi's beautiful eyes flashed with Chu Chu moving tears. The white arms tightened on his back. Breathing is gradually messy. And then in his frantic plunder. Fall. Lost. Until I lose myself.

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The news of Princess Zhenyue'er's suicide for love is like a muffled thunder that pierces the palace. The gossip between Concubine Shen and Prince Rui is even more popular. Suppress this storm. It is the news of Bai Fengxi's return to favor. Although Wen Xuan has never been restored to her position as a noble concubine. But everyone in the palace knows it. Comeback with her. It's just a matter of time.

The next evening. The sky was overcast. Depressed people almost suffocated. During the Qingming season, it snowed abnormally. Sporadic snow flakes flutter like catkins in the dry and dull cold air. The royal palace will be painted with gold and color. Buried under a thin layer of paleness.

Agarwood outside the bluestone round table. There is a cloudy wine on the shelf. Wen Hao sat at the stone table with a gloomy face. I was pouring wine into my mouth cup after cup. He wore a moon-white plain kudzu cloth robe. The whole body is groomed up and down without dragging the mud and water. Look at it from afar. Like a Laneige jade tree before the wind.

Suddenly. There was a "squeak" sound of stomping on the snow. Disrupted his mood of being immersed in sorrow. He looked up. I saw a plain white figure. He was walking towards him from the snowstorm.

Coming people with high sideburns. Diagonally inserted two white roses. There is no other plugging in and wearing. Shoulders draped with a collar of onions and white stalks. Fluffy fox fur mixed with snowflakes fluttering in the wind. Concealing a glamorous and stunning plain makeup. It's really like the wind blowing on the jade tree. Snow wrapped in buds. It's so beautiful that it doesn't stain a speck of dust.

"Cold wine hurts the stomach the most. It's sad and painful in this frosty and snowy day again. Even if you're an iron man. I'm afraid I can't bear it. Or don't drink it anymore." Ming Shen said in a soft voice. Brushing the snow stains off the stone chair, he sat down. By the way, he snatched the jade wine bud he held in his hand.

Wen Hao laughed bitterly at himself. Her gaze wandered over her silver-clad suit. He said hoarsely in a low voice: "The anger in my heart is hard to quench. Only cold wine can make people calm for a while. The so-called cold and warm self-knowledge. This is a taste of it. Others can't understand it."

Ming Shen sighed in a low voice, like a steep spring breeze. Raising his hand to stroke the thin snow on his shoulder, he said, "It's all my fault. If it weren't for me, please go to Changyin. You won't be diverted from the mountains either. Princess Zhen Yue'er will not be put in a catastrophe forever."

Wen Hao pushed her hand away without a trace. His eyes suddenly became sad and sad: "The emperor's destiny is like the sky. You can't resist either. So this king doesn't blame you. To blame only this king should not be lustful. Zhen Yue'er's death. The onus is on this king. It's not about you."

"You say so. It's just trying to blame me. Actually, you don't have to blame yourself so much. It's Hongu that's wrong. It's not you." Ming Shen smiled sadly. Like snowflakes in the wind.

"I don't mean to blame you. Don't think about it. Do you remember this plum blossom-patterned jasper hairpin?" Wen Hao smiled reluctantly, and took out a turquoise and transparent hairpin from his cuff.

Ming Shen looked at the hairpin in a daze. In a trance, he said: "Is this the hairpin that I accidentally landed on the agarwood back then?"

"It's this root. But now it's finally back to its rightful owner. The king decided to set out the day after tomorrow. Escort Zhen Yue'er's coffin back to Nan'an. And will be officially hired. Marry her as the king's concubine." The corners of Wen Hao's lips raised an angular arc. There was a heavy sadness at the bottom of his eyes. Inserted the hairpin into her temples. His expression became even more gloomy.

Ming Shen raised his hand and touched the cold jade on his head. Naturally, I also understand what Wen Hao's things mean by returning them to their original owners. Zhen Yue'er's death. Let him die in a thousand ways. Although lip service though do not blame themselves. But there will still be a little mustard in my heart. Otherwise. And how can you decide to let go of yourself!

That's where she thought. There was a slight pain in the heart. I couldn't help but hold his arm. He lowered his head and said, "Hao. It doesn't matter how much you annoy me. But you must not travel to Nan'an. Princess Zhen Yue'er was brought by you to Dajin. Now he is dead for no apparent reason. The king of Nan'an will definitely not spare you. So you're returning to Nan'an at the moment. I'm afraid that it will be more auspicious. And in case you and Nan'an go into a big fight. There must be no loss of soldiers. Until then. What capital is there to compete with the hundreds of thousands of troops in the hands of the emperor."

Wen Hao obviously didn't expect Ming Shen to be so concerned about himself. At the moment, my heart warms. But he still ruthlessly brushed her hand away. sneered and said, "Is the imperial sister-in-law worried about her brother? You've always had a heart like water. Now suddenly caring. It's really flattering to the younger brothers."

Wen Hao's words were like a sharp thorn. Straight into Ming Shen's heart. The pain was so painful that her voice trembled slightly in her throat. lost the former calmness: "Hao. I know. You don't say it. But you must be blaming me in your heart. Zhen Yue'er's death. I'm sad too. If I had known the emperor's intentions. Even if it is against the holy will. I'm not going to use my body as bait to lure you in........."

"The royal sister-in-law has overpassed. How can you call your brother by his name?" Wen Hao said coldly. I tried my best to hold back the throbbing and pity in my heart. Don't let the moving color be revealed.

In fact, he really didn't mean to blame Ming Shen. On the contrary, after knowing Ming Shen's mind to him. I actually felt a little flattered in my heart. But he went to the south and died nine lives. I don't know if I'll come back. That's why I let go of her. And this time. Zhen Yue'er's bones are not cold. How could he be in the mood to think about Fengyue's love again. He hadn't forgotten it. It is his son-in-law affection. killed Zhen Yue'er.

Ming Shen saw that Wen Hao's attitude was indifferent and resolute. Even more convinced that he was resentful of himself. Holding back tears, he untied the night pearl pendant on his waist. Sadly, he handed it to him and said, "You know that the concubine has a husband. Gift concubine night pearl; Feeling lingering. Tie it in a red robe; Zhijun's heart is like the sun and the moon. Hate not to meet when you are not married; Ever since I found out that you intended to marry me as a concubine. I've hated the heavens countless times. I hate to be in pairs with you flying geese. But that's fine now. Returning Jun Mingzhu. From then on, the world is in the north and the earth. I don't owe each other."

Wen Hao took it. The five fingers under the sleeves are like cold jade cuts. Hold tightly the cold and piercing beads in the palm of your hand. Redness of knuckles. As if to clutch it into flesh and blood. With a sharp pain in his eyes, he said: "I glanced at it in a hurry under the marriage tree back then. Your marriage belt pounces on me. The thumping of the heart at that moment cannot be described in words. But I still can't forget it. I'm going to beg my mother to marry you off to me. I didn't think that the mother would make a stumbling block. In the end, you still fell into the hands of the royal brother. I know it's not true that the royal brother is marrying you. It's just because that crazy old Taoist said that you have the destiny of the King of Ten Thousand Phoenixes. So these two years. I can't let go of your ........."

"Crazy old way." Ming Shen frowned. Like mountains and rivers. Twists and turns. Recalling all the things in Jinbi Temple before the draft. I couldn't help but smile sarcastically: "It's really ridiculous. The marriage of my life. It turned out to be ruined in the mouth of a madman."

"Zhen Yue'er knows what I mean for you. I'm haunted by life and death, and I have to come to the Central Plains to see you before I am willing to do so. I can't beat her. So he brought her back. Didn't expect ......"

Wen Hao said this. The corners of his eyes twitched. But in an instant, it turned into layers of broken ice. The words were cold and bone-chilling: "I didn't expect that I wouldn't kill Boren. But Beren died because of me. It was my own obsession that killed Zhen Yue'er. I'm not in love with her. But it's not without emotion. Her death devastated me. We have actually missed it among ourselves. Maybe I should have seen it a long time ago."

"If this can make you feel less guilty about Zhen Yue'er in your heart. I respect your decision. Try to add meals and don't miss concubines. The trip to Nan'an was very dangerous. I only hope that the prince will take care of himself. Forget about me, an unworthy woman. Cherish my sister and Concubine Jiang Yan." Ming Shen spoke in a low voice. There are tears blurred on the eyelashes. It's like rain that is about to fall in the twilight.

Wen Hao looked at Ming Shen's sad appearance. A touch of distress passed quietly in his eyes. Resist the urge to take her into your arms. handed back the Night Pearl pendant to her and said, "The harem is a deception. A place of endless fighting. You have to be careful at all times. Preserve yourself. If there is any danger in the future. He sent a little stone to me with this pearl pendant. I'll do my best to protect you."

"Thank you for your love." Ming Shen took the beads. Slightly bowed in thanks. But a trace of despair rose in my heart. It turned out to be here and now. She realized it later. What is called loss. And what she lost. It was the one who prayed so hard in front of the Buddha back then. There is a lover.

Suddenly. A feeling of emptiness that I had never felt before. It's as if a large piece of my heart has been ripped off inexplicably. It hurts to the heart. At the moment of her. I can't hold back the pain in my heart anymore. Two lines of clear tears flowed.

Sometimes that's it. Being too awake means having to endure more pain that you can't get rid of. It's like the current Ming Shen. Finally the first sober discovery. I loved this man so much. But at the same time, I found it soberly. After all, it is impossible to be with this person.

She bit her lip. With a heart-wrenching pain like cracked silk and gravel. U-turn and run away. This time. Wen Hao didn't chase after him. Instead, he saw her snow-white and thin figure. Gradually disappearing into the bleakness of the snow.

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Ming Shen stumbled all the way through the snow. Let the tears flow freely on her cheeks.

She simply can't remember how many times she fell. The knees have long been scratched into the skin. Shed a lot of blood. The bright red gradually blurred the teary eyes. But it can't be dyed red, and the pale sadness in her heart.

Finally, Ming Shen was extremely tired. Half-kneeling in the blood-red snow. Sobbing softly. The cry is like a cat barking. It spread far and wide in the empty imperial garden......

Until a pair of dusty white brocade boots. appeared in front of Ming Shen's eyes. That's what made her stop crying. The bottom of my desperate heart instantly revived. Struggled to pull at a corner of a white coat. Look up.

It's a pity. The person who came was not Wen Hao. It's Bai Pengfei. It made her eyes light with hope again. It's dark again.

"Concubine Shen. What's wrong with you." Bai Pengfei frowned in distress. Without thinking, he helped her up and asked with concern.

Ming Shen raised his face. The tears in the corners of his eyes were forced back. He put his hand on Bai Pengfei's arm again. His voice was hoarse, "Don't ask. Fuben Palace, go back to Yikun Palace."

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The morning sun kicked off with a deep trumpet. Ming Shen wore a moon-white silver silk dark pattern flower robe and stood at the head of Yanchi Tower. The round and clear eyes looked at the direction of the palace gate.

I saw Wen Hao wearing a silver armor riding suit. Fly on horseback. In the meager morning light. Standing high on a tall white horse. The silhouette is like an engraving. Eyebrows like swords. Heroic and windy. Guangyu Wushuang.

Accompanied by a hurried drum beat. A group of people set off from the palace gate. The mighty dust is gone.

Ming Shen looked at Wen Hao's back as he walked away. Suddenly, it was like someone had drained all his strength at once." Plop" and sat down on the cold floor tiles. Her heart was so flustered. It's so scary. I am afraid that Wen Hao's life will be in danger when he goes to Nan'an. An impulse flashed through her mind just now. wants to rush down the tall building to keep the man she loves. But she didn't. Because she still has a family to scruple about. There are also scruples to be scrupled about. You can't do something reckless on the spur of the moment.

Qiu Gui hurriedly helped her up. The reminder comforted: "Mother. Don't do that. Beware of the message reaching the Emperor's ears. Arouse suspicion."

"The wind is sluggish and the water is cold. I'm afraid he's gone. It's hard to get back." Ming Shen's voice murmured hoarsely. Buried his head deep in Qiu Gui's chest. Flood of tears.

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More than a few months have passed in the blink of an eye. Remnant snow melts. Grass grows warbler flying. Everywhere you can see the color of prosperity. And Ming Shen closed himself in the Yikun Palace. Start staying at home. Sit under the window all day long. Holding a handkerchief. Embroidered with clumsy stitches.

But she couldn't learn. No matter how hard you try. Nor can I make the cross-necked mandarin duck on the embroidered handkerchief. It looks more delicate.

The night came in a hurry. Let her dream that the stars and the moon came to see her. After waking up from the dream, she touched the green jade pillow with cool tears.

She began to panic. And a little dazed. It's as if I'm possessed by some infatuated female ghost......

Those vague and absurd legends that I didn't believe in at all. She was unbelievably began to yearn.

It turns out that she was also infatuated. Fell in love with a man. Meditation all day long. Piecing together incomplete chapters in dreams. Wishful thinking embroidered with mandarin ducks, looking at the moon blankly.

She's become almost nothing like her anymore.

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The bright moon is not a frightening magpie. Cicadas chirping in the middle of the night. Tea carefully wash off all fat powder and ointment. Change into a jade transparent gauze dress. Lazily reclining on a luodian brocade couch covered with hibiscus. The surrounding clouds are heavy and the clouds hang quietly. Ten thousand palace lamps illuminate the beauty of the palace. On the contrary, it makes people more and more insignificant.

The pin Jin Boshan stove next to the couch is burning ambergris. This noble fragrance enjoyed exclusively by the emperor. There is a faint and unfathomable evil aura. It's scary. It's tossing and turning.

Ever since Wen Hao is gone. Ming Shen's heart has been depressed. Stay silent all day long in Yikun Palace. Autism is generally at home. Although she has little contact with the outside world. But he has always been nervous about Wen Hao's news. However, her abilities are limited. I can't find out what the results are. I don't know what his situation is in Nan'an at the moment. I don't know. Can we see each other again in this life? I only hate myself for not being able to give birth to wings under my armpits. You can't fly out of the palace of this Biwa Golden Palace. I had to stay quietly in Yikun Palace. Watching the passage of time with powerlessness. Personnel changes.