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Jingfeng handed Shu'er a cup of tea. The tea smoke has dispersed, but the tea soup is thick. The autumn sun looked at her thoughtfully as she sipped tea. A thought softened in my heart. The chin was slightly lowered and he sighed: "No matter how weak the woman is, she is forced to be in a hurry. There will be times when you get mad...... And then it will come." After sighing with emotion, Ling Yue treated Mo Yu like that. Fu smiled and urged her to speak quickly.

In fact, he clearly knows the follow-up story in his heart. But there is still a strong expectation of verification. Ask Shu'er like this.

Shu'er raised her eyes. When he looked at the competition with clear eyes, he had some tacit understanding. But at this time, none of these two people broke through this layer of unanimous tacit understanding: "After such a fuss. Yan Moyu couldn't help but calm down. Re-examine what you have done ......"

The next few days. Yan Moyu gradually calmed down. His demeanor seems to have become less impetuous and resentful. He seems to have gradually become accustomed to such a pampered life and does not care about everything. began to be content with indifference and mediocrity a little bit. No more unyielding and hopeless ambitions.

In fact, only he knows it. He's in sometimes. There will still be sporadic excitement and surging floating in the bottom of my heart. But it's just sometimes. Soon it was completely and deeply suppressed. Buried ruthlessly in a lonely mound in the bottom of my heart.

When I get up in the daytime, I look at the innocuous ancient books in the study that are scarce to relieve boredom. Or tease the thrush bird with a good voice in the carved cage hanging under the beam. When the twilight is four. So he went to the east wing to accompany the princess. Gossip and talk to her about interesting things. Then go to sleep.

Days like this. Quiet and boring.

However, Ling Yue. On that day, after pouring cold water from Mo Yu's room, he poured cold water on his sick body and returned it. I can't afford to get sick......

[Nong's funeral today is a laughing idiot. He was buried in the year of Nong, who is known to him. 】

Who obscures whose past. Who's jealous of whom's long-cherished wish. Meet again. How long has it been, how many years have passed.

The smoke of early spring blew a Hunan curtain painted with light-colored peach blossoms. Curtain: Xu Fei. It's very enchanting to make a look.

"You...... Are you okay?" Fog moves blue coat dance. At this moment when the prosperity is gone, we meet again through the streamer. Miao Miao's heavenly wind made the moon's forehead sway, and the face was in full bloom. She called out to Hua Ling tremblingly. The voice is soft.

I've been lingering in the sickbed for a while. The bottom of her body has gradually weakened and withered like a cocoon. The delicate lips that were once comparable to roses have withered and cracked. There was a tumult in my head. This body, this heart. has already crossed the soft red threshold all the way to the fateful homecoming. I don't know when I'll earn it and never give it back, and I'll never look back.

Ling Yue came to see Hua Ling's side with a sick body. She entrusted her own people to pass the word to King An. I'm going to see him again no matter what. She wanted to see him. Desperate to see him......

The reason originated from the impeachment of King Leng Huali by the imperial history. The paper is full of sprinkling words. verbatim told him to form a party for personal gain, act beyond his authority, do not know how to restraint, and insist on going his own way. In the name of King An's Mansion, he also purchased a gambling house with excellent feng shui in the capital. As a favor, it was given to the palace staff who had been very close...... For a while. The piles and piles are all his, not his. All kinds of sins, not one end.

The little imperial history dared to impeach the dignified prince An. Impeachment of the royal family and meddle in the troubled waters of the royal family.

A discerning person will know it at a glance. This so-called Geng Jie Yushi who ate the gall of an ambitious leopard is actually not the real Geng Jie. Behind him there will be a backstage. And this backstage. It can only be the emperor.

Hua Ling also understands. Tiancheng has a keen insight into politics. He wouldn't have been unaware. Because I know. That's why he's even more upset.

In the once so favored and holy grace, the momentum of the surging Lord An. It's the most disappointing moment to fall into a trough overnight. Ling Yue stumbled to the Anwang Mansion with her sick body.

Jin Feng Yulu. Dream of Dreams. In the depths of the clouds, there are thousands of rare overnight encounters that have been brewing countless times...... It's just a very common greeting. And just spit out this sentence "Are you okay".

I want to scatter my heart. Helpless and messy. Tai Chi two instruments, two instruments and four items, the beginning and the end; A few more go around and around. Everything is in the end. Harmony Police Fantasy Land. Tears can't be shed. Unforgettable, deeply eroded and immortal. It's just back then. The imperial palace is deep and the palace is heavy. Changyu Garden. The east wind wrinkled and the gentle flowers lowered their heads and smiled......

The peach is dying. scorching its brilliance; The son of Yu Gui. It is advisable to have a home.

Scales fall from one's eyes......

Chang Yu Yuan. Long hatred.

A wisp of detour to the bottom of my heart. In an instant, it turned into a brilliant firework. Behind the Akane Veil. Hua Ling turned his back to Ling Yue. While listening to her gentle and trembling greeting. He didn't turn around. There is no word for it.

Even so. Ling Yue's unwavering flat heart still didn't stop hurting. I don't know what these ensuing feelings come from. This pain brought a thin layer of gloom. She then bowed her head in silence. There is no word on the lips of the flowers. The long sigh is desolate. It's in the heart.

Whatever it is. Just like that, through a layer of light yarn back to the right. Just be able to talk to him. Tell him what he has saved up in his heart. That's good, too.

A stone's throw away. Only this curtain is in the way between the two. With just one flip and one turn, there is no longer any physical obstruction to face the opposite...... Neither of them would take the first step.

Two hearts know each other. Maybe that's good, too. It's better than facing the unstoppable emotions and tears that you can't stop after facing it. Take a step back slightly. Avoid a little distance. Slowly buffered in the heart-burning bones of the end of the world. Breed and control a calm self-control. It's good for everyone......

"This is the situation now. You have to think about it. Why is it caused?" Isolate this dreamlike flying light gauze curtain. Ling Yue's soft body suddenly couldn't support it. She barely stood still. Jiao gasped and added another sentence with a whisper.

But Hua Li never said a word. Still with their backs to each other.

So. Ling Yue finished the last sentence in her throat. Follow a bow of the eye. Yu Yu sighed slowly. He turned and left.

Love is the most difficult to break. She's doing a clean and decisive job now.

We all know each other. This is the last look...... At first glance. Just take another look.

But......

The wind of early spring can't help but play in my ears. It seems that I can't bear to see this parting song break the red dust. But neither of them turned around; No one. Look at each other again.

A heavy blow from the bottom of the heart, from the viscera of the dull silence, at this time began to do wanton. It is difficult to suppress, and it is impossible to explode. Only your own heart knows.

This life is doomed. Ling Yue. Ling Yue. In the next life, we will meet each other. Yushu Linfeng a teenager.

Afterlife. In the next life, we will love well......

[If you don't have a good bag to collect the bones. A pinch of pure land to cover the wind]

After returning to the princess's mansion a few alleys away. Ling Yue seems to have consumed all the remaining physical strength in her body. The body shook. He collapsed on the carved couch.

Unknowingly. I fell asleep in a daze.

The moon is like Ayako. According to the rare sound of sheng drum orchestra from rare to complex, it is constantly sounding in the ears. It's in a dream. It's the way it was when it was in the middle of the night.

In the distance, there is a darkness of a burial ground with no end in sight. Suddenly there was a white light in the endless smoke and mist. From far to near, from light to thick, like budding petals, it gradually enlarges...... Finally the white light faded away. In the middle position, a graceful human figure gradually appears. It's a woman.

Ling Yue felt familiar. And because I was in a dream, I couldn't remember who this woman was.

"Ling Yue. The concubine can't be with you anymore...... You're going to have to be nice. Live well......" An ethereal sound seemed to be carried through the wind. It seems to be entrusted, and it seems to be so uneasy with a heart.

Good boy. You have to know that all things under heaven come and go. Each has its own fixed number. Deliberately looking for something. Often can't be found. Even if you take the loss of your whole life. Including that so-called ridiculous love.

There is never eternal love in this world. Even if there is, it will not die well. Because there is only eternal affection in this world. It is an irreversible destiny that flows in the veins and pulses in the meridians from birth. True love can only turn into family affection in the end. And only after turning into affection. Its foundation is not built on sand.

Huo Ran took a look. Ling Yue felt thousands of sorrows surging in her heart. It was also at this time. She remembered who this woman was.

Shangguan's delicate figure and delicate face were hidden in the darkness. There are fluorescent fluorescence waves around the body. I can vaguely see that her pale face is all wilted. And in this withering there is a transcendent liberation and endless kindness.

"Mother" made Yuechang hiss. Wake up suddenly. A cold sweat. Suddenly realized that all kinds of things were just a dream of Nan Ke.

She subconsciously stroked the "bang" beating heart very violently. Shicai let out a long breath. But it just feels ominous.

At this time. Suddenly, a palace maid came in. After getting permission, he picked up the curtain and came all the way in. Bow your head timidly to Ling Yue and bow her sleeve.

She reported. Since the princess got married and left the palace. Shangguan Zhaoyi has been lingering on the bed and has been ill for a long time; Just when the genius arrived. The fragrance dies suddenly, and the soul returns to hatred.

Hearing the news in an instant. Ling Yue's body seemed to fall apart and turned into a puddle of water. Zhan Zhan collapsed on the soft couch. There was no strength left. Even the grief is forgotten......