Even the rain does not know the spring, and the summer is deep when it is sunny.

When did he begin to realize that he was used to sitting alone on the edge of the hallway, looking at a pool of koi?

The Far King's Mansion has never been so silent. Except that the maid she once brought with her has been crying for days, and she seems to be in the house... There is no trace of what ever existed.

Since childhood, Ning Zhiyuan has been different from others. He was taught by his father to learn to restrain his edge, to be sensible, and to take into account the overall situation. The emotions of those children of the same age, it seems to be a mistake for him to appear.

He has always done a good job and is self-centered, even when his father picks up another lady from outside, and his mother hugs him and cries for a night, there is not much turmoil in his heart.

In his heart, women themselves are very troublesome things. He had also seen Ning Xiao's various concubines in the palace, which of them didn't have just the right appearance and a stunning appearance? obviously has such a weak face, but when it kills another person, he will never be soft.

The more beautiful it is, the more dangerous it is.

As long as he remembered, Ning Xiao had escaped death several times since he was a child.

If the outside is not clean, is the home really that clean?

He knew that the daughter named Mrs. Xing was strangled to death by his own mother. He knew that his mother, who usually looked virtuous and weak, would take out the witch doll and stab it one by one in the middle of the night, saying the most vicious words.

The ordinary life will always hide under this hidden calm, or to fight for power and position, or to retreat to the mountains and forests.

He had never thought through the question until the princess had come in with a marriage.

If the interesting Rongxiu girl I met before was like a flamboyant torrential rain, then Wanwan should be like a breeze.

You are indifferent as she brushes by, and you don't even feel anything. But the residual warm touch that remained on the body was so soft that people's hearts wanted to tremble.

Clean, such a clean person. laughed arbitrarily, and even the smiling freaks at the corners of his eyebrows and eyes were like a spring breeze blowing on the willows.

When she looks at you, her eyebrows are raised and awe-inspiring. When she is drunk, she is cute and delicate like some kind of fluffy pet.

She was the only one who seemed to come to him without any purpose.

obviously knew it from the beginning, but why did he still give her the bottle of poisoned wine with red eyes and pretending to be calm when the hatred was accumulating on his body?

Perhaps, the perennial cold-blooded heart has already become numb to the cold heart.

Repentance, endless remorse.

Since that day when the apricot blossoms filled the courtyard, since that day he saw her resolutely jump into the Qushui River, he tried to recover something, fishing for his last treasure in the icy water.

But the man was like quicksand precipitated in his memory, and he also sank to the bottom of the water, as if he had never been there.

I was so distressed that I convulsed, and when I hated it, I couldn't wait to cut myself off with a sword. But he still has a big revenge that has not been avenged, and after solving Prime Minister Bai and avenging his father, he began to sit in the small courtyard day after day, staring at the small gazebo that he had frolicked with her.

Does she count him lonely all his life? Ever since she left, it did.

I don't have the heart to look at other people anymore and care about what position of power. Sitting quietly every day and drinking two taels of her favorite tanghua brew is the warmest moment for him.

The flowers in front of the hall bloomed and fell, and when I walked through the apricot hall that day, I saw the fragrance of the trees.

Ning Zhiyuan picked one on the ground, and the wind on his side looked like both his father and Mrs. Xing. Wrap him up.

He looked up blankly, his red eyes were so hollow that they didn't have any color, and a man muttered hoarsely from under the tree.

"If you come back, can you bring her to me next time......."

Even if it's in a dream.