Great Xia, Huamu Garden.

Nowhere is the royal palace of the capital quiet and secure.

"Mother, why don't you sleep yet, it's already so late." Concubine Fu's personal maid Lian Juan whispered.

Concubine Fu Zhou Wan sighed, "This king hasn't been here for a few days, how can I sleep peacefully." A group of new people were summoned into the palace, and if the king stayed there night and night, it would be enough. But Hongu and have been so left out in the cold. If it's fresh, it's okay to say, but I don't know what the problem is with my father, which makes the king reluctant to come to Huamuyuan. She leaned back on the bed, playing with a string of jade beads in her hand.

"Why bother, the king's love for Niangniang is a well-known thing, why bother. Put this bowl of soothing soup to sleep. Lian Juan, the personal maid, said slowly.

Concubine Fu looked at the deep night, "I'm always unsteady in my heart." ”

Last night, she dreamed that when she was a child, she pulled the corner of Fu Xinhan's clothes and asked him to take her to Xiantao to see the sea of flowers. Fu Jinhan smiled in his dream, held her hand and promised her, and said that he would go to Xiantao every year to see the peach blossoms all over the mountains when he got married. She laughed, and woke up happy, and her face was red all day. It's just that the hearty mood is easy to dim, especially when I see the lonely deep palace, I have been framed by this tall wall for a lifetime.

She sometimes thinks silently about what it would be like if she hadn't entered the palace, if her young sweetheart was still there. Will there be no need to be anxious and sorrowful, no need to tremble, you can snuggle in his arms.

Zhou Wan was a little tired, she always had a feeling that something big was going to happen these days, and she was uneasy. But everything was uneventful. She was barefoot and opened the window to look at the moonlight.

"Mother, be careful of catching a cold." Lian Juan said.

Zhou Wan smiled, she seemed to be a little lonely, she looked back at the personal maid who had been accompanying her, "Sleep, I'm tired too." Lian Juan gently blew out the light, and was just about to put down the curtain and close the heavy door of the dormitory, but Zhou Wan suddenly trembled and suddenly stopped.

She took a deep breath, and suddenly she was refreshed, as if she had taken some kind of exhilarating drug, and walked up and down the gorgeous dormitory.

Lian Juan was taken aback by her mother's action, and hurriedly asked, "Niangniang, what's wrong?" ”

She didn't answer, there was a familiar smell wafting through the air, it smelled so good, it reminded her of the time when she was a bright girl, as if she was immersed in it, never to leave.

"Mother?"

Zhou Wan's face turned cold, "You go out first, I want to stay by myself for a while, and no one should come in." Let those who are vigil also go and rest. She suddenly wanted to enjoy this familiar and delicate moment to herself, without being disturbed by any of the palace maids who came and went.

Seeing that Concubine Fu was suddenly in high spirits in the middle of the night, Lian Juan didn't want to disturb her, "Then you should rest early." With that, he closed the door and withdrew. She looked around the small courtyard as she left, but found nothing out of the ordinary. What's wrong with your mother, suddenly in good spirits? Maybe I've been under a lot of pressure lately, and it's good to do whatever you want.

Zhou Wan didn't know what was wrong with her, the moonlight was like frost, shining on her body in white.

She didn't want to admit it, but she did smell Fu Jinhan in the air, the dusty smell in her memory. Clearing everyone out, she wanted to enjoy this moment of peace and quiet.

Zhou Wan took a big breath of the late night air, her eyes wet, she cried herself, but laughed again. Now she is no longer young, but she is crying bitterly because of some small things when she was young. I don't dare to show it in front of people, but when I am alone, I am very lonely.

There is no one in this palace who understands her.

is haggard and flattering by King Xia's side.

She can't get back to the beautiful and lively self she once was.

Zhou Wan looked up and admired the lonely pale moonlight, and the wind gently blew her long black hair. She is like a cold flower, blooming in the middle of the night. Zhou Wan forgot to put on her shoes, completely unaware of the cold green bricks. For her reluctance to give up her love, she is a little embarrassed. He took a small white porcelain bottle of plum wine from the house, and put it together against the accumulated clouds and the silver moonlight. There was a low roar in the distance, and the spring rain was pouring down.

The wine poured down her throat, and the beauty leaned against the doorframe and smiled.

The man in the dark saw it all. Yan Rong helped him buy off the guards and was able to enter the palace to see Zhou Wan, who was like a world away. It was his young lover, the girl on the tip of his heart in the palm of his hand. She's still the same as she used to be, but she's changed a lot. It seems that even the smile is half deliberate and desolate. It's just that compared to Zhou Wan, the hatred in his heart occupies more and more. What he experienced and suffered humiliation was already in the hands of this cold palace, this great Great Xia, and this deep-rooted Zhou family.

He's not just here to catch up.

Not just to tell her that she's alive.

Zhou Wan took a sip of cold wine. The familiar smell wound from the bridge of her nose to the back of her neck, and it seemed to be a poppy, with a dark poisonous fragrance that eroded her bit by bit.

"Wan'er."

The voice seemed to come out of memory.

Zhou Wan was stunned, she burst into tears, "Who?" Who's where? She looked into the dark corner, "Is that you?" You're coming to me? Am I going to die, I'm finally going to see you. She never thought that Fu Jinhan would appear in her life again, and she thought that she had died in the cold wilderness. didn't know that the original letter was caused by her father Zhou Binzhao who made her stop thinking.

She stood up suddenly, but she couldn't hear the sound anymore. It seems that the name just now is nothing more than a complete dream. She looked around for a moment, and laughed at herself in disappointment, "Are you hallucinating again?" ”

"Wan'er."

She is not Concubine Fu, she is Zhou Wan.

A man came out of the night, and he exuded a mature smell that seemed to have gone through the vicissitudes of time and precipitated the taste. The angular face is no longer as handsome and clear as it was when she was young, but the inadvertent light of those eyes still makes her fall into it. He had changed, but it was still the feeling he remembered. Fu Jinhan always smiled, and Zhou Wan, who was a noble concubine in front of him, was still a little girl in his eyes.

The wind ruffled the girl's messy hair.

Naturally, he gently dialed it to the back of her head.

Just like ever.

"Wan'er, I'm here."

Her red lips were wide open, her eyes wide, and her pupils were little by little occupied by the figure of a man. He looked at her in surprise and looked very cute.

The familiar smell made her tremble all over.

Halfway through, she raised her hand and touched his face, "Cold...... Is that you? ”

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