"On a spring trip, apricot blossoms blow all over your head."

"Mo Shang's family is young and romantic!"

"The concubine plans to marry and rest for the rest of her life."

"Even if you are ruthlessly abandoned, you can't be ashamed."

There was a faint fragrance of apricot blossoms wafting in the air, and Bai Wanwan stood under the tree as if she could hear the words of the song sung by Mrs. Xing in her dream.

Her embroidered purse still hung around her waist, and her soft hand had been caressing her hair a moment earlier. Bai Wanwan will always remember Mrs. Xing's eyes like spring water when she looked at her.

But now, the man fell in the midsummer light, still looking at the sky with anticipatory eyes, and the blood stained Tsing Yi.

She only felt that she was cold, and her nails pinched the flesh of her palm, so that she did not tremble so much. The weather is so hot, but at this moment, her heart is like a cold winter. It hurts so much in my head.

I want to cry, but I don't dare to cry. I'm afraid that Mrs. Xing hasn't gone far yet, and she will be worried when she sees her like this. The tears that couldn't be contained in her eyes were wiped away by her sleeve before they fell.

Ning Zhiyuan wanted to poison her, maybe because of Rong Xiu, or maybe because of the letter.

What's next? Bai Wanwan summoned 001, and one person and one system looked at each other speechlessly.

"In theory, the host mission is almost complete... The villain's favorability towards the heroine has been decreasing, and it has been deducted to zero this morning. Ning Zhiyuan estimated that he would not have any other thoughts about Rong Xiu. ”

It was 001 who broke the silence first.

It hadn't come out much lately, and its snow-white clump of ruby eyes was indiscriminate, and it was only when it was attached to Bai Wanwan that Bai Wanwan felt that her stiff body came to life again.

It's false to say that he doesn't hate, he hates Ning Zhiyuan's ruthlessness, and he hates that he hasn't seen anything wrong. That irrepressible anger at the mercy of others can almost burn the whole body.

Mrs. Xing knew that the wine was poisonous, and she died for her. She likes the old prince so much, she must not be willing to be hurt by Ning Zhiyuan, right?

Mrs. Xing was originally a host, and she didn't belong to this world, but now that she died, the corpse that still had residual warmth turned into faint ashes and disappeared in the wind.

The wind rises in front of the hall, stirring the curtains. A petal fell on Bai Wanwan's shoulder, and she looked up to see the fragrance of the tree blooming.

"Ah, the apricot blossoms are blooming."

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Bai Wanwan stepped on the moonlight and went out, her mind was dizzy and she couldn't think about things clearly, she went to the store as usual to drink two or two wines, and walked to the drunken fairy building while drinking.

If Ning Zhiyuan wasn't in the mansion, he must be there. She didn't know what she was going to do, and her whole brain was like a piece of mush.

Her heart hurt as if she was being grabbed fiercely, and Mrs. Xing, who would gently pat her back and sing beautiful songs, would always have gentle eyebrows and eyes, and would never come back.

She hadn't taken her out to see the prosperity outside, and that unique warmth had turned to ashes.

When she reached the banks of the Qushui River, it was already getting late. Those tourists who were looking for pleasure gathered together and walked into the gentle countryside with intoxicated smiles.

It happened that tonight's drunken immortal building Rongxiu danced the qin, and before entering the door, I listened to others talking about the drunken immortal Lou Oiran lyre is a must.

Bai Wanwan was noncommittal, and when she entered, the first floor of the Drunken Immortal Building was already crowded with people. Rong Xiu dressed up on the stage and adjusted the strings, and Bai Wanwan's sharp eyes glanced at Ning Xiao on the side.

She was almost certain that the letter was given to her by Ning Xiao when she was not paying attention.

If the letter is from the Prime Minister's Mansion, then it means that Ning Xiao and the Prime Minister are equal allies. And Ning Zhiyuan found out that the prime minister was suspected of assassinating the old emperor, and it was Ning Zhiyuan's father who blocked the knife for the old emperor. In any case, she couldn't understand why Ning Xiao was mixed up with Prime Minister.

The sound of the piano began to sprinkle into the music. The original owner's piano skills are a must, and now Rong Xiu, who is wearing it on her body, has borrowed the score of a modern song, which sounds even more tactful.

Everyone in the audience listened to it fascinated, as if they were brought into the fairyland of the flowing water by the sound of the piano. Bai Wanwan walked through the crowd, but saw that Ning Zhiyuan was not on the second floor, but sitting alone in a corner of the hall.

He didn't look up, he didn't see Bai Wanwan. And Bai Wanwan is also hiding in a blind corner that he can't see.

He wrinkled his eyebrows, his eyes were covered with the color of staying up all night, and his face was extremely bad. Almost as if he was stunned, he drank wine one by one, and the empty wine bottles next to him were almost full of tables.

What is he worried about when he uses wine to dispel his sorrows?

There is definitely anger, and there is some inexplicable sadness and sadness. No matter how good he was to her, he didn't waver in his decision to kill her, did he? But compared to the use of chronic poison in the original plot, he also gave her a good time, right?

Bai Wanwan didn't know whether she should cry or laugh, she almost thought that Ning Zhiyuan really liked her so much and trusted her, but in the long loneliness, he had already closed himself off.

Mrs. Apricot is gone, but she is still alive. Circumstance... But it's not bad to the extreme, as long as Ning Zhiyuan doesn't fight with Ning Xiao, this world will usher in a normal ending.

In terms of appearance or talent, Ning Zhiyuan is naturally more outstanding. A character like him should have stood at the apex and overlooked all living beings, so how could he be willing to let him become a subordinate?

When the piano stopped, the audience burst into thunderous applause.

Ning Xiao said with a smile: "I'm afraid that there is no second person in the entire Ning City who can play a song like Xiuxiu that is only in the sky." ”

Bai Wanwan glanced at Ning Zhiyuan, he was unmoved, still alone in the corner holding the cup and silently pouring wine.

"I heard that the Oiran Rongxiu on the bank of the Qushui River is famous all over the world with music, I don't know if I can compare it next?"

When Bai Wanwan stood up, the hall was in an uproar. She had a smile on her face, as if she was a little girl who didn't know the height of the sky.

As soon as she said the first word, she felt a fiery gaze cast from Ning Zhiyuan's direction.

She didn't look back.

Ning Xiao and Rong Xiu's eyes were like ghosts the moment they saw her, but no, according to the plot, she should have died a long time ago.

Bai Wanwan didn't care what they thought, and she didn't care about the discussions in the audience. She picked and chose on the shelf next to the musician on the side, but she didn't pick up the piano, but touched a suona and came out.

Great, this is the only instrument that her weak chicken can use, not high, not elegant, but intimidating enough.

Ten years of flute, one hundred years of Xiao, a erhu into the sky, a thousand years of pipa, ten thousand years of zheng. Only Suona Town.

As a musical instrument that can be played from your birth to your marriage and then to your first seven graves, although it is not as sunny and snowy as the qin, but in this instrument is the existence of the king of the lonely and defeated.

As soon as the poignant suona sounded, all other music was forced to stop. Speaking of which, she will only play the song "Hundred Birds and Phoenix".

"Hundred Birds and Phoenix" is generally not blown out, and half of the Hundred Birds and Phoenix are happy and used for weddings. Half of the phoenix is dead, expressing sorrow, for funerals. It's extremely ...... Occasional.

Bai Wanwan had a smile in her eyes, but she couldn't see a smile in her red eyes.

The tone is tactful and poignant, and it goes straight to people's heads, like a phoenix crying blood. Bai Wanwan only casually came two paragraphs, and then threw the suona back on the shelf. The girl had a sarcastic smile on her face: "How does my song compare?" Can Miss Rong take the piano and make peace? ”

Since you want to leave, you have to leave a handsome back.

Ning Zhiyuan, Ning Xiao, Rong Xiu. The shadows of everyone were blurred in her heart, but she stood alone in this bustle and lonely, as if there had never been anyone side by side.

Ning Zhiyuan, the cold hand that the person had caressed her face would eventually strangle her throat.

The moment Ning Zhiyuan got up to look for her, she turned around and ran through the crowd into the vast night.

Through the hazy smoke, she confronted him. Ning Zhiyuan's expression was surprised and delighted, and when he looked at Bai Wanwan, it seemed as if he was looking at some lost treasure.

Bai Wanwan just stretched her eyebrows and smiled lightly.

"The prince doesn't have anything to think of, does he?"

"You don't actually want that position, but revenge for your father, right?"

"What's next? Isn't it surprising why I'm still alive, I haven't given any chance to explain, in the prince's heart, I'm already a dead person. ”

"Do what you want to do, Ning Zhiyuan."

She would never forgive him, even if she didn't hate him for the sake of Mrs. Xing's face, but she couldn't convince herself to stay by his side any longer.

The girl Tsing Yi is thin, her eyebrows are clear, and she seems to have taken up all the moonlight.

The moonlight was cold, and the wine was fragrant, and she drank the last one of the bottles, and turned around and threw herself into the ten-mile curved water at the moment when the young man stretched out his hand to pull her.

When drunk, I don't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of dreams and the galaxy.

She counted him as lonely and old in this life, and she became a prophecy.