Murong Xuetian rushed all the way to Tingxue Palace, which was the palace where she and Jun Xianji lived in the palace before.

Now except for one or two palace maids cleaning on important days, almost no one comes.

It is also set up as a forbidden palace, and it is forbidden for idle people to approach.

If it weren't for the previous intention to understand the forces of all parties, knowing that Fengpiaomen was actually the Ouyang clan's dependence, and it was also a relationship of interdependence.

She wouldn't know how much the wind drifted away from that incident back then.

And Murong Yichen had already joined the Fengpiaomen, but she only thought it was an accident, and he didn't know it.

But everything is so ridiculous, he actually drove her away in order to be able to get a woman!

He is guilty, why has he never been to his mother's mausoleum for many years, he has never been to his mother's Xuanchen Palace, he dare not face his mother's unjust soul!

Now she is sure that Murong Yichen has nothing to do with the events of the past, and she will never change any plans because of him.

In his anger, even the forget-me-not who pulled out a piece, and even the flowers and plants next to him were inevitably killed.

What she didn't know was that there was a middle-aged man here before Murong Xuetian came in, just silently retreating to a place she couldn't notice.

This person does not have the momentum of the Ninety-Five, does not have the noble and graceful palace clothes, is just a father, a father who wears ordinary people's clothes.

He is Murong Xuanzong. He was also surprised the moment he saw Murong Xuetian, he didn't expect that after so many years, there would be people besides him and those children who would come here.

However, what was surprised and excited was what Murong Xue said when he saw Murong Xue plucking that piece of flower, the sentence "I will never like forget-me-nots again, it was you who killed my mother." ”

Murong Xuanzong's hands trembled and his eyes were wet, no wonder he was so familiar when he first saw her.

It's his child, it's Xiaoxue, Xiaoxue.

But he didn't dare to recognize each other, he couldn't explain it, and he couldn't recognize each other.

In the end, he endured it silently, and waited for Murong Xue to pour away before coming out.

A white-bearded old man came, "Your Majesty, I see that girl has a bit of a dream." "The person who came was the eunuch of the country who taught him and the former queen back then, Mo Yi.

"Old lady Mo, I" Murong Xuanzong wanted to speak and stopped, he had respected this teacher since he was a child, and he would not feel superior because he was the emperor.

The dream they are talking about is the former queen, Lan Ningmeng, who is dressed as Shen Xixuan.

And they always knew the identity of this girl.

Mo Yi shook his head, "When you're old, this sky will belong to you children in the future." ”

Looking at the old lady Mo who was far away, her mood was very complicated.

But there are also happy, at least he found his daughter.

"Meng'er, you know what? Our youngest daughter has grown up, which is amazing. When will you come back and will you come back? Look at our daughters. ”

Murong Xuetian didn't know what was going on, it was already very dark after she left the palace.

The night was dark, the stars were shining, and there were hardly a few people on the streets.

The spring wind was still a little cold, and Murong Xuetian, who had calmed down, felt that he was a little out of shape.

After all, Murong Yichen didn't know her true identity yet, so there was no need for her to be so angry.

Having that wind and snow falling, maybe it's a good thing.

Walking and walking, many shops and stalls on the street have been proofed.

There are only a few shops on West Street that do business with lanterns open. In the past, this street was the power of the Shen family, but now there is not even a slag left after being divided.

"Miss Murong." As I walked, I heard a slightly familiar voice.

It turned out to be the shopkeeper who returned to the building drunk, "Why, don't you turn yourself into an old man?" ”

Seeing Lu Zimo's crescent white robe, he looked like a handsome son.

Lu Zimo glanced at her, but still enthusiastically pulled her into the drunken homebound building, "My God of Wealth, do you want to taste the signature dream in our store today?" ”

"Dreams?" The name is good, it's a drunken dream, it's a drunken heart, and now it's another dream, but I'm curious if this wine can really turn dreams?

Seeing that Murong Xue was interested in turning dreams, she hurriedly hugged a jar of dreams, "Love dreams, as long as you have affection."

Whether it's family, friendship or love, as long as you drink the dream, you can see the person you want to see the most and know what you want most. ”

"Is it so amazing?" When the lid of the altar was lifted, the smell of wine came to the nose, but this time the wine was not as strong as the intoxication.

Lu Zimo had already taken the abacus and calculated how much money he would make from this business, and he was very happy when he calculated it.

What he didn't know was that when he was counting, Murong Xuetian had already covered the wine lid and went upstairs.

"What about people?" When the calculation was finished, the person was gone, and Xiao Er was called, "Where did that young lady go just now?" Don't buy it? ”

The man has already gone up, how can he stop it?

Xiao Er didn't say anything, and replied respectfully: "Miss Murong has already gone upstairs, and she said to buy three jars and carry them to the Peach Blossom Pavilion in Shan Mansion." ”

Hearing the first half of the sentence, she couldn't help but feel a little discouraged, she didn't want such a good wine?

Hearing the latter sentence, except for the "three altars", the others were ignored. Three altars, three altars! One altar is one thousand taels, and the three altars are three thousand taels.

It's all money, and rich people are good. If you want to buy something, ask someone to send it back.

So, after selling three jars of wine, he made a lot of money again, but the flesh hurt the jars that King Yi'an drank.

The rain soon passed, and then a cheerful calculation was made.

Murong Xue climbed to the third floor, the building was high and the scenery was good.

The small window is slightly open, the breeze is gentle, and the silver moon is bright.

She didn't call for wine, she just wanted to find a place to be quiet, so she came here.

But if she goes a room further ahead, she will find the presence of another person.

The depressed King Yi'an, drinking glass after glass.

But she, did not go, if so coincidentally met him. Her heart has finally calmed down, and maybe she will become impetuous.

It's like this every time I see him, and it's annoying.

Jun Xieji didn't know that the guests who returned to the building drunk were Murong Xuetian in addition to him.

The same breeze blows into the window, but the mood is different, and the only way to drown your sorrows is to drink wine.

"Twinkle and twinkle, sparkling and kind eyes, make a wish, see a meteor, have you close to peace of mind, accompany me through the wind and rain, no matter what, the weather will not be obscured, the brightest star in the sky is your shining eyes, as if they understand my heart, silent, but always never leave, desperate to accompany me over the mountains and mountains, the brightest star in the sky can not be without you, in fact, many words are hidden in my heart, dawn rises, I don't want to leave you, bit by bit, forever remembered in the bottom of my heart......"

Jun Evil Scar suddenly lifted the gods, and listened to it with affection, this song was poured by Xiaoxue. In the past, Xiao Xuetian liked to sing this song the most.

But when I listened to it again, the singing was gone, was it......

Jun Xie Scar looked at the wine in the cup bitterly, can he only see and hear when he is drunk?

It turns out that I also have this day.

Known as a thousand cups of not drunk, he threw away the medium-sized wine glass and directly picked up the jar to drink. As long as you can get drunk, you can see the people you want to see when you are drunk. Take a hundred plating to read the latest chapter of "Proud Black Concubine Claw Book House" for free for the first time.