Fei Fan didn't thank the emperor for his gift, he just felt that he had lost too much at once.

Fei Fan walked over and looked at Sun Xin's face, he even felt that everything was premeditated, he looked at Sun Xin sitting on the phoenix seat, everything before was like a bird flying into a lake, and every eye was clearly visible.

"You say, did you do these things?"

Fei Fan walked over and took Sun Xin's hand, forgetting that the one in front of him was a queen.

"Don't you think it's ridiculous to say this? I am a woman, and I live in the harem. How is it possible to reach forward with your hand? Childe thinks too much. ”

Sun Xin didn't stop it.

"You say ......"

"I said? What should I say? ”

As soon as Sun Xin spoke, a chaotic fragrance would be spit out from his mouth, and that fragrant breath rushed from Fei Fan's nose to his brain, and Fei Fan's hand passed towards the queen uncontrollably.

"Do you want me to get closer to you a little more......" Sun Xin was hooking up with him, blatantly.

"Who!"

How can there be men from the previous dynasty in the harem?

When the guards found out, the emperor's dragon bowl also came from the other side, and Fei Fan's actions were seen.

Even when the emperor was there, Fei Fan still looked at his queen with strange eyes, "Chop your hands, send them to the bitter cold land, and let him go to his father!" ”

At the time of the execution, Sun Xin watched Fei Fan's insults, and he no longer had the coldness and arrogance of the handsome boy back then, yes, where did he have any proud capital, those superiority feelings, and now they are no longer his.

"Who the hell are you......"

Before closing her eyes, the queen didn't tell her that her original surname was Hu, and that night, she had spoken to him and begged for medicinal herbs, but no one had heard her pleading.

She just wants to save her mother.

Fei Fan's hands fell on the wooden board so bloodily, Sun Xin suddenly burst into tears, she seemed to be hollowed out all at once, and suddenly she didn't know her meaning.

A few days later, the queen died in the palace, and the white silk was hanging, very quiet, and there was no quarrel between the dead.

On that day, a lot of medicinal herbs were placed on the ground and burned to ashes.

To whom is it sacrificed?

Distant undead.

The emperor was discouraged, he didn't understand the reason, he couldn't find out no matter how he investigated, Sun Xin's death took away all the secrets, and all of them were hidden.

Winter came, there was a snowfall, and in less than half a year, the harem held two funerals, and the dead were all rich and noble queens.

That year, the folk said that the wind was not in tune and the rain was not smooth.

I don't know whose fault God is thinking about......

Later, no one came to the position of the main palace, but you heard that the emperor would never choose anyone to accompany him again, and the upward formation was far from falling apart as between them.

Every time there is a Lang Zhong in Kuang Mansion, Liu Yiyi tries her best to bribe that Lang Zhong, she tries all means to make all Lang Zhong say the same situation, so that everyone believes that she was born to Kuang Mingyue's child, no matter what others want to say, whether others believe it or not.

The child was born, and the cold food was slowly put an end to this mountain city of the Great Wei.

Things are getting better, but what the common people said at that time was not the end for everyone.

The child was named Kwong Dou, and no one knew why it was called that, and no one thought about it.

Life is just a salvation between sentient beings, no matter when and where, in the end, throughout their lives, everyone is saving themselves, and the Buddha refuses to cross the calamity for others, and the calamity is the so-called suffering of all people in the world.

There are always people in the temple to worship, but Liu Yiyi has never appeared in this place, even if she is a mother?

The child grows bigger and bigger, more and more like another person, no matter how he looks at it, it has nothing to do with Kuang Mingyue.

Many people slowly began to say that Kuang Mingyue's family was really messy, and began to slowly feel that the chaotic relationship that was in their mouths at that time was not what they said.

Later, there was no Lou Ran anymore, and Kuang Mingyue slowly accepted Liu Yiyi's existence, many things can be accepted by time, and the things that were unacceptable can now be slowly run in one by one.

As long as Liu Yiyi mentions these things, she is always looking for death and life.

Kwong Mingyue asked her what happened to her child, when, where, and with whom.

In fact, he also had the slightest pity, but Liu Yiyi never said it.

On a winter day, Kuang Mingyue divorced his wife, and Liu Yiyi had nowhere to go.

Someone in Pingcheng is asking why, why didn't Liu Yiyi go back to her parents' house after Kuang Mingyue divorced his wife, why didn't she go back to find her family?

Liu Yiyi, she has no family for a long time, and she has no home to go back to for a long time.

No one is quiet in the mountains, the deer Zuo Ci is careful, avoiding the crowds, the elves, the so-called millennium, the so-called Lingji.

"Are you alright?"

Between the mountains and fields, there are some peasant women doing laundry and cooking, the clear water by the river always makes people feel so cool, all the flowers are blooming in the mountains and fields, butterflies are on the clear river, and nightmares are in the hometown after parting.

"It's okay, it's just that I was stabbed by flowers, are all really beautiful flowers with thorns?"

"Of course!"

A beautiful peasant woman was picking flowers in the mountains when she accidentally pricked her finger with a wild berry branch on the side of the road.

The face was full of unsatisfactory, after being pricked, the original good mood was shattered all of a sudden, and the mood just now was still clear.

"It's definitely going to leave a scar, I can't even afford to cook with this hand, the laundry and firewood are all done by men, who knows if it will be ...... now It's sad. ”

The beautiful peasant woman is very precious to her hands, and she does not want to accidentally leave a scar, and the jade hand is afraid of injury.

"Go and let her show you!"

"She? Who is it? ”

From time to time, the sound of sticks hitting clothes sounded by the lake, and the sound of clothes and stones hitting together sounded very calm.

The man in their mouth was picking herbs in the shallow bushes next to them, "Little deer, don't you want to accompany me to find herbs?" ”

The elk is like a jumping, quiet elf, like an untraceable firefly between the mountains and forests, you can only see the light she emits, but it is difficult to let her stay quietly and willingly by your side.

"It seems to be getting hot in the mountains......

The woman had a delicate face, but her hair was always messily draped, and the woman over there came to her and saw that the woman was not attracted by the flowers in the mountains, but was playing with those strange-smelling herbs......

In fact, it's not that I don't know this person, but I always think that she is difficult to be strange, and she doesn't like to talk to people, so I didn't think about asking her for any help.

Many people in this mountain forest said that it was a strange woman.

"Can you get me some herbs too?"

She leaned over and asked.

The woman turned her head to look at it, then handed over a very fragrant herb and motioned for the peasant woman to apply it herself.

"By the way, what's your name? It seems like you've been here for a long time, but you don't like to talk. ”

The herb is fragrant and pleasant.

"Me?"

"That's right." The peasant woman smiled, "Isn't it just the two of us in this place, who else can I talk to?" I couldn't help laughing, what a girl who reacted slowly.

"I forgot."

There seem to be many, many things in my mind, but I can't remember them, I just can't read them, as if I opened my mouth, those things are going to disappear again, and even the vague feeling no longer exists.

Of course, the flowers here are flowers, but the people here are still dreamers.

Why hold hands and hug each other, why swing the dream clock, why gradually reluctant, like water and light, tightly in the world.

(ENDS)

——2019 National Day

The bright moon enters the water, and you enter my heart

How about the bright moon in the water, how about you in my heart?