Raccoon yarn from ramie (5)

The palace chief walked to the door of the Dingwang Mansion, but suddenly felt like a different world, last time, or the palace family fell into rumors, when the court was in court, she stayed here for a short time, in the previous life, she had also passed by countless times, but just raised her head and hurriedly skimmed, and then pressed down the cone hat, like a rat crossing the street, and left quickly.

The door of Dingwang's Mansion slowly opened, and the palace chief walked inside.

The little guy who opened the door hurriedly said,

"Miss Gong goes straight inside."

Gong Changjue nodded.

The little guy closes the door.

In the Dingwang Mansion, carved beams and painted buildings, pond birds, fish and insects are all locked up in the Quartet.

In the Dingwang Mansion, from generation to generation, they are all generals and princes.

The first king assisted Gaozu to ascend the throne, and then was named a king with a different surname.

Under normal circumstances, all kings who are divided into feudal kings, regardless of whether they have a different surname or a different surname. After three or five generations, you will always be demoted.

But the king is different, from generation to generation, the king will never cut the lord and succeed, and the generations are the king, which is also the supreme glory that Gaozu gave to the king of Ding.

In the past, he fought side by side with Gaozu on the battlefield, singing and crying,

Today, there is only one empty shell left, and only one person is here to die.

Gong Changjue looked at the peach tree that had borne fruit in front of her, she used to lie behind the peach tree, watching the young man who carried an empty mansion with his thin back draw his sword and break through the air, and watched him grit his teeth and bear the rise and fall of a family.

But at that time, she didn't understand how much pressure he was under.

What she loves is his light and moon.

In his previous life, he never had the opportunity to understand his damned ravine.

It's not that she doesn't want to, it's that she doesn't have a chance.

The sunlight fell in her eyes and flowed with her clothes.

A tall figure suddenly appeared in front of her, blocking out some of the sunlight.

Chu Ranxuan said softly,

"It's been a bit long."

Gong Changjue lowered his eyes and hummed softly.

Chu Ranxuan suddenly reached out and lifted the gauze curtain on her cone hat, and a handsome and dusty face suddenly fell into her eyes.

Chu Ranxin put the gauze curtain on her taper hat on the cone hat,

"It's hot in June, so you don't have to cover your face when you enter the house."

Gong Changjue took half a step back and hummed twice,

"I see."

His face was clear for a moment, as if she had never seen his face so clearly, and in the sunlight, even the tiny fluff on his smooth face could be seen.

Once, listening to the women of Chang'an worship and admire Chu Shizi, and admired Chu Shizi's temperament and face, she once sneered, but it was just a skin, and the matter of bearing was nonsense, and then she was caught and fell into those indifferent eyes, she knew that the original beauty and bewilderment were not false.

She used to like his indifference without a trace, like clouds and wind, like all the best words in the world can describe.

It's a pity that in the world, it can be regarded as a very vulgar beginning.

As soon as the golden wind and jade dew met, the talents of the beauties since ancient times all started like this.

But Chu Ranxin's three words are already invisible and distracting to her.

Chu Ranxuan walked in front, and the palace chief was busy following.

Looking at Chu Ran's straight back, the palace chief said,

"You... Did you get better from the back injury last time? ”

Asking Chu Ranxing, Palace Changjue unconsciously appeared in front of his eyes the red marks on Chu Ranxing's back that day.

Gong Changjue hurriedly pulled down the gauze curtain to block her red cheeks.

Chu Ran said,

"Much better."