Yong Dexi Gong Jiangshan died (5)

Shengdan came to the stage, and the singing singer ended,

"Although I don't know the name and surname of the son, in the end, I am the benefactor of the grace of Pa, and if I go to say a word to him, it will not be in vain to give the grace of Pa."

"Childe—"

"Miss ———"

"I saw the charm of the son under the moonlight, I came out of the dust for many generations, I admired it at first glance, and I dared to ask the son's name and surname——"

"Kobu Lang Shengya."

"It turns out that you are the Lang Sheng who crowns Chang'an!"

Then I saw that he was busy greeting him, and I was here "Blessings, sir". The black gauze hat is dazzling, white and clean, and the horns are proud of Huang Cheng. ”

"He is the Lang Sheng who everyone admires, and he wants me to collect his calligraphy and paintings, and now he is still hanging in the hall, and he sees it every day, and today he lets me see the truth."

Gong Changjue looked at Chu Ranxuan opposite, he never knew that she framed and hung a picture of Sanshui drawn by him in the room, even though there was no payment or signature.

It was from the distant relatives of the Chu family, and as soon as the main branch of the king was destroyed, the distant relatives had no help from the Chu family, and her grandson was seriously ill, but she was embarrassed to come to the door with a cheeky face and ask Chu Ranxin for help. is getting poorer and poorer, and he takes out the congratulatory gift that was originally scheduled for the birth of Wang He's grandson and sells it, thinking that it was made by Chu Ranxing, and he will definitely be able to sell it at a good price.

Many women came to the door to ask, but in the end, it was in her hands. She sent someone to find a doctor to cure the illness of her distant grandson, and the distant relatives were grateful and gave her the picture.

The wind was very strong, and it blew the hem of people's clothes, and once upon a time, she had seen him so far away,

There is no future, there is no possibility.

Falling into the abyss, looking up at everything you once thought was within reach.

When she wrote about the princess, she made up her mind to stay away from him, but she couldn't help but let the story satisfy her wishes.

With a good idea for the other party, go away and hide.

In fact, she wished that he belonged to her alone, and could only see her alone, thinking that she would sigh ten thousand times every night, and pound the pillow and pound the bed five thousand times.

I wish that other women could not come within three feet of him, and that his perfections and imperfections belonged to her alone.

The fire clouds are like smoke, dyeing the blue sky, and under the sunset, the drama is long, the joy and sorrow are staged in turn, the glow and the bones enter the building, and the people are tilted backwards. It's like falling into a dream of great magnificence,

The slowly rising cold and vast moon is her immortal heart.

Zhengdan Road,

"I have never refuted the inferior, the world has never been apprehensive, and I am born to dare without getting tired of it."

"I've never been categorical, and I'm not like messing with grass and flowers. The inferior sons are miserable, sacrificing their lives to carry swords and swords, and they are even more afraid of stopping their horses. ”

"Now I see this Langjun, but he is indecisive, he can't cut it, and he can't bear it."

"My mother wants me to separate from Lang Sheng, and I can't complain, I can't hate, I can't sit still, and I can't sleep restlessly."

Shengdao,

"Today's young lady's mother forced me to separate from the young lady, I don't take the top exam, I can't come to hire, I'm afraid of the palace test, the sky is unpredictable, the article is not for Your Majesty, and you can't handpick the champion."

The palace chief jue was separated by the vast smoke, the long street and the sea of people, looking at Chu Ranxuan, for a moment as if he was in a different world, it seemed that he was only in his life, and he would never see each other again when he left today.

A long street is wide, the distance is like a moat, and it cannot be seen from generation to generation.

Dan Dao,

"In the previous life, I will be reincarnated again, I am afraid that I will be changed, and Lang Sheng may not get the champion again, it is I who hurt the Lang Jun who is full of gold and jade, full of poetry and books."

Zhengdan, who played Chang Jue, went around and around, crying, and suffered repeatedly, the wind on the pavilion was extremely strong, and Zhengdan's long hair that almost mopped the floor was scattered in the smoke. A blue dress fluttered, as if the whole person was about to be blown by the wind.

Gong Changjue held the railing, in fact, everything about Chang Jue was not everything to hers.

Chang Jue was afraid that her rebirth would cause Lang Sheng to fail the top prize.

Gong Changjue was afraid that her rebirth would hurt him, so he stayed away step by step, and when Fang was reborn, she even had delusions, whether she was reborn once, there would be one more chance, and one more time to say all the unspoken words.

Then, she just did a small thing, and even caused King Chen and the Meng family to fall earlier, disrupting the chronological order, and many times, she didn't even know what would happen next.

And for him, every step she takes is likely to kill him.

Her repeated torments were broken unreservedly as he approached, and as long as it was him, she could always take a step that she once thought was impossible.

No matter how many times she told herself, her disguise would be shattered in front of him. It was the desire to jump out of his chest, the jealousy, helplessness, sadness, and pain that had disappeared without a trace the moment he saw him.

She finally understood that he had to be him.

She wants to stand by his side, and because of the variables that come to her, she will come to her, but if there is a little bit to be reported on him, she will definitely be the first to rush to resist, and only by his side can she ensure that he is still intact at this moment.

Chu Ran's long body stood tall, standing in the glow, and the people under the platform were like rivers, but he was motionless.

Drifting like a mist in the wind, a bright light lit up in her eyes.

The crowd downstairs was bustling, and when they heard the original song being sung, there were many people who stopped.

"It's a pity that Chang Jue can be resurrected, he can still stage absurdity, and end happily, Chu Shizi and Miss Changjue have no chance to come back."

"I don't think so, everyone says they are dead, but there is no corpse, the princess is made by the heavenly family, and it is clearly written in it, Chang Jue is resurrected and tied the knot with Zhuang Yuanlang, and he will grow old. Perhaps, thanks to God's blessing, they survived. ”

"But it's not a month has passed, and there hasn't been any news, even if it is washed downstream, it should have been able to come back."

"If there is an afterlife, how good it would be for the two to be able to get back together and grow old."

The clouds were blown into the high pavilion by the wind, and everything was dyed with a brilliant and melancholy golden yellow, purple and red incomparable to magnificence, like a reflection of a dream.

Dan and Sheng were separated by Shengsheng, and the drama had been sung to the point that the two could not see each other, so they could only take advantage of the Lantern Festival to climb the building to enjoy the lanterns, and look at each other from afar on the platform.

Zhengdan worships Lao Dan, said,

"Mother, the lights are falling and the moon is falling, go upstairs to see that Fang is Haohao, why don't you go upstairs to see?"

Sheng also grabbed his friend scholar around him,

"Brother Tai, look, the smoke is over the moon shadow, the hazy flowers are in the moon, and when you look at it, it must be a world-shattering scenery, you and I can go upstairs."

Lao Dan nodded, Dan helped Lao Dan upstairs, and the scholar and Sheng went upstairs together.

Several distances apart, Dan and Sheng looked at each other, speechless and choked.

Lao Dan is still asking Dan to meet the eldest son of the Guogong Mansion, and his friends are also talking about hearsay anecdotes about officialdom.

The two looked at each other, tears twitching.

The two of them greeted the voices of Lao Dan and the scholars, and chanted in a loud voice,

It is a poem inscribed by Lang Juncai's pen, and the palindrome is brocade; The person who sent it lay on the pillow and forgot to eat and sleep. ”

Then the young lady fell down like a sad pan, and her waist was like a sick sun. The hatred is deep, the illness has sunk, last night a hot face grabbed white, and today a cold sentence will invade people. ”

The distance on the high pavilion is only a few feet, but it makes people feel that there is a vast galaxy between the two.

Shengdao,

"I look forward to the day when the willows cover the flowers, the fog tent cloud screen, the night is quiet, and the sea vows and the mountains are alliance."

Palace Changjue looked at Chu Ranxuan, Chu Ranxuan's eyes seemed to be calm, but they couldn't see the bottom, as if they wanted to suck her up, and those who were dressed in white fluttering in the wind were not vassally elegant, but they were amazing.

Dan cried,

"The season is romantic and celebrating, and the brocade is also like a future, happy and gracious, and our two painting halls are self-sufficient."

The people couldn't help but look at the Lielie Pavilion, between Chang Jue and Lang Sheng, but it was such a moat?

The people raised their eyes and looked at the pavilion, and for a moment, they only felt as if they were hallucinating.

Someone pointed to the pavilion,

"Is that Miss Changjue?"

"Long tips... Miss Changjue? ”

The palace chief lowered his eyes and looked at the people who were speaking, and with only one glance, the crowd was shocked.

Those eyes, never unforgettable at first sight, impressive, except for Miss Changjue, no one can have it.

The mist is flowing in the clouds, and where the sunset goes, she stands there lightly.

"Miss Changjue!"

But everyone saw her raise her eyes and look in the other direction.

Everyone looked at it, but they only felt that they were in a dream, and they couldn't even let out a cry of surprise, the crowd was quiet, the smoke was surging, and the heart was beating like thunder.

Dan Dao,

"You and I look at each other from afar, but I can remember that my courtyard is deep, and when the pillow is cold, a lonely shadow shakes the book."

Shengdao,

"Even if I am rewarded with this life, I will be very long this night. Chang Jue did not return, and the long night was unknown. ”

Under the gaze of everyone, Chu Ranxin waved his sleeves, tapped the railing with his toes, and crossed the long street by borrowing the platform, and his white clothes were dyed with the color of Fangfei, ambiguous and charming.

Gong Changjue watched Chu Ranyu fly over.

Chu Ranyu fell into the building where she was.

The crowd all looked at Chu Ranxuan and Gong Changjue intently, holding their breath and concentrating, for fear that their breathing would disturb their dreams.

Dan Dao,

"If you have to join hands with you, life and death will be incomparable again."

Shengdao,

"If you raise your eyebrows with Qing in your life, even if you do nothing in your life, you will have no complaints"

"My Miss / Lang Jun"

Chu Ranxin took two steps forward, Gong Changjue looked at him, a pair of beautiful people stood in the smoke, and the picture seemed to be still and flowing. Dreams are not more magnificent.

The four eyes are connected, and it is not only the glow that flows slowly in the eyes.

Chu Ranxin said in a deep voice,

"I just thought something was going to happen, do you know how anxious I was to find you?"

Gong Changjue looked at him and did not speak.

She looked at his face, and the past came back to her eyes over and over again.

I couldn't love it, I was sad, I decided to leave, and finally we were together.

He didn't know how hard she had waited.

She didn't know how hard he had pressed that emotion.

Shengdan Hedao,

"It's a dream—"

The poignant and lingering drama rippled in the heavens and the earth.

Gong Changjue raised his hand, held his hand, and held his hand in front of countless people, and slowly turned his fingers into ten interlocks.

Chu Ranxin looked at her.

There were tears in her eyes, but they flowed with joy,

A little earlier, a little earlier, ten fingers interlocked, Liuxia instead of apricot blossoms blowing all over the head, saying that the concubine intends to marry her, and she will be dedicated to the king in this life.