liking her has always been his own thing.

It's not about her anything.

So there is no need for her to feel guilty about it.

Even if it is the vicissitudes of life and the stars change, his sincerity to her will never change.

Si Xueyi frowned slightly, looked at the moon glass in the tent, and he turned around and disappeared into the night.

Yueli's expression was complicated, lying on the collapse, and she tossed and turned all night before she slept for more than an hour.

On the second day, Yueli practiced writing in the camp tent.

There was an indescribable coldness in her eyes.

She was practicing her words somewhat absent-mindedly.

Bai Zhiruo sent a box to the tent.

He placed the box on the sandalwood table.

The object was a box, and Yueli raised her head and frowned slightly.

Yueli wears a white mopping smoke cage plum blossom water skirt.

The outer cover is a moon satin embroidered magnolia butterfly shirt, lined with pale pink brocade wraps.

The cuffs are embroidered with delicate gold-patterned butterflies, and a few lace threads are hooked up on the placket of the chest.

The skirt is as thin as a mist and silk yarn, and a gold belt is tied at the waist.

Extravagant and slim, like a quiet orchid.

There is a pair of silver butterfly earrings hanging next to his ears, and a silver hairpin is used to hold the black hair.

Coiled into a delicate willow leaf hairpin, and then pinch a magnolia pin,

It looks fresh, beautiful and elegant. Dai's eyebrows are lightly tapped, and the cherry lip flaps are unstained and red.

The whole body exudes the sweet aroma of bluegrass, which is delicate and beautiful.

Exudes the atmosphere of aristocracy, beauty does not eat the fireworks of the world, and beauty is reached.

There was a hint of pain in those eyes.

Bai Zhiruo said lightly: "Your Highness, this is the urn of Miss Qianhanyu."

The pen in Yueli's hand fell to the table, and her slender fingers tried to reach for the box.

But he retracted his hand again, and tears fell.

She had never shed tears for anyone, but the woman dressed in white always flashed in her mind.

He was immature and not yet eighteen years old.

I haven't known her for a few days, and I actually blocked the arrow for her.

Yueli asked Bai Zhiruo in a trembling voice at the moment: "Bai Zhiruo, I heard...... The Blood Feather Longbow can dissipate the soul of ......"

If Bai Zhi bows his head and doesn't speak, it is already a tacit acquiescence.

Yueli clenched her fingers tightly, and she picked up the long sword beside her.

Bai Zhiruo stopped her: "Your Highness, you are not in good health, what do you want to do?"

Yueli's shoulder was injured, and she couldn't lift her sword.

Her whole person lost her expression: "Can't I even lift a sword?"

Bai Zhiruo persuaded: "Your Highness, no, you are injured now and can't hold a sword."

Yueli clenched her fingers, and she used all her strength to pick up the sword on the shelf.

Even so, she couldn't pick it up.

Her hand paused in midair.

Someone outside reported: "Your Highness, Vice Adjutant Bai, Your Majesty has arrived outside the city, and asked you two to greet you."

Yueli clenched her fingers, her pupils dilated.

Bai Zhiruo said patiently: "Your Highness, let's just wait here for Your Majesty to come over."

Yueli knew she couldn't go out.

Zhi Ruo instructed the people outside: "Your Highness is not feeling well, I will pick it up."

"Yes, Vice Admiral White."

After Bai Zhiruo finished speaking, he immediately left the camp.

Yueli sat at the sandalwood table.

I don't know how long I waited, but Yueli waited for Rong Jingchen.

Rong Jingchen is still the same as before.

When Yueli saw him, she immediately got up and threw herself into his arms.

Rong Jingchen stroked her black hair: "Li'er, I've wronged you recently."

Yueli was in his arms and did not answer his words.

Rong Jingchen was silent and stopped talking, and the two of them hugged like this.

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