"Qingge can feel aggrieved?"

The man in the yellow robe looked at the woman with a beautiful face, his tone was sad and sad, and his fingers clenched in his sleeves.

The woman's movements gently wiped the surface of the piano in her hand, the corners of her mouth were lightly hooked, the pear vortex was shallow, and she said slowly: "Qingge is a Qinglou woman, you have to be pitied by Your Majesty, and you can get out of the devil's cave, but now it's just a kiss, so how can you be wronged?" ”

"But if you don't want to, tell me and keep you safe." Hearing this, the man ignored his identity, hugged the petite man tightly from behind, and his mouth trembled.

He didn't give up on her, as long as she didn't want to say a word, what if she lost the world.

"Your Majesty has a song in his heart, which is already a blessing, how dare you ask for too much." The eyes were slightly raised, the eyes were full of gilded rubble, and there was no sadness in the words and tone.

"I'm sorry, when I saw Xuncheng, I thought I could protect you for the rest of your life."

"Your Majesty has always protected Qingge, it is Qingge who has no such blessing to always accompany Your Majesty, and the rest of your life is long, can Your Majesty promise Qingge to cherish his life." The woman's words were still calm, but her eyes showed a little tears.

"What fun is there without you for the rest of your life, if you are wronged, write a letter and come back, the war will spread, and you will be asked to return again." The man's arm tightened slightly, and he could feel a slight tremble.

"Okay." The woman just said lightly, and nothing else.

……

"Miss, why do you have to go to that far north?" Liu Er had long been accustomed to the woman's cheeks without emotion, but after all, she was puzzled, she was favored in this imperial city, if she didn't use all her means, no matter what, the emperor wouldn't let her be reconciled.

"Why not?" Qingge's expression was calm, his fingers gently put down the tea under his hand, his eyebrows were not raised, and he was still looking at the scroll in his hand.

"That person hates Miss so much, this time, I'm afraid it will be difficult to return, and besides, Miss doesn't have to go."

Qingge glanced up at the maid, his fingers gently put the scroll down, and his lips trembled lightly twice, but he finally didn't say anything. Stood up and walked slowly towards the hibiscus tent.

Liu Er hurriedly followed, and said, "Miss, you can still have some sandalwood today." ”

"Dot."

There are celebrities in Xuncheng, called Qingge, the appearance of the people in the city is crazy, a piano is worth a thousand gold, and there have been thousands of people to redeem, but no one has been seen to get the heart of the most beautiful woman.

A young man in white appeared in the back city, using all his efforts and countless stupid things, just to get a smile from the beautiful woman.

A few months later, the money was cleared twice, and finally the beauty returned, and from then on, it was a golden finch and entered the yellow cage.

The light yarn is put down, the eyes of the people in the couch are slightly closed, and a sad tear in the corner of the eye falls lightly on the embroidered pillow.

A ten-year-old girl, originally innocent, doesn't know how to worry. She also wanted to stretch out her hand to soar into the world, fantasizing about walking all over the mountains and rivers, but overnight.

The fire stained the palace, his father was killed by an arrow, and when he saw his mother being humiliated, he also had the heart to return with his parents, but he was born and escaped from the fire.

So far, being in the field, it seems that the daughter of a farmer is not bad, but the will of heaven makes people, and the old servant returns, and there is no one else to take care of it, and it is abducted and sold, and finally it is the land of fireworks.

But it's also talented, and with the red card of the Qinglou, he learned a piano sound. Since then, there has been no Longxun in the world, only Qingge.

The heart is also dead, get by, who wants to enter the imperial city, seeing yesterday's glass, the voice of the father and the queen seems to be in the ear, whispering softly, crying blood and complaining, and finally blood stains the thoughts. Long Xun, let this hypocritical imperial kingdom be reduced to dust.