So he used a roundabout way to ask Rong Xiye to transfer the things to Yueli for him.

It is fairest to exchange things for equal considerations.

Si Xueyi has always been like this, never doing things that are not beneficial to himself.

Hopefully, she'll be able to receive these things.

When night falls, the sky is full of stars.

Si Xueyi stood in the pavilion, and the wine jug in his hand had been emptied by him.

He was lying on the stone table, and no one was around.

Dressed in white like snow, although he is drunk, he is still as warm as jade.

This has been the case for thousands of years.

At the age of eighteen, he had no relatives.

At that time, he had just stepped into the world, and he didn't understand anything.

I still remember that my relatives died all over the land at that time.

Blood drained the entire Chamber.

He was talked about as a sinner.

Obviously he didn't do anything wrong, but he was locked up in prison and didn't see the light.

He didn't know what light was, she gave him it.

After all, it was he who brought her to the light, and she turned into a cocoon and bound herself for so long.

He lives in the past, in the light she gives.

I have always kept this love in my heart.

Many people come and go in the earthly world, and they have passed through the sea of people.

I looked back countless times, but I didn't see a glimmer of him.

She is his glimmer of light, like a ray of sunshine shining into his life.

Hundreds of spring and autumn seasons, he looked through the end of the red dust, but he never saw her.

He has endured all the hardships of the world, and it is enough to see her well.

Her smile was enough to melt his heart.

He had never seen anything good in his life, and no one had treated him well.

In her memories, she was kind to him.

It's just a memory, not real.

He stretched out his long, white fingers to reach for the wine glass on the table.

The glass was touched by him, but it fell to the ground.

He staggered to his feet and threw everything on the table to the ground.

Si Xueyi narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his fingers, and smiled bitterly.

Drunk, and without her.

What a joke.

The servant heard his movement and hurried over: "What's the matter, my lord?" Why are you drunk tonight? ”

Si Xueyi shook his head and lowered his eyes: "It's okay."

With that, he turned around and left the pavilion alone, staggering.

Alone, the servants were left in place.

Another servant came over and said, "Alas, since Miss Yueli entered the palace, the adults have not laughed."

"Yes, I think the adult is in love, since he likes it so much, why do you want to obey the emperor and send the person you love to the palace."

"It is impossible to disobey the Holy Command, since ancient times."

One of the servants told the truth, and the other sighed and said no more.

At this time, Feng Yueli was practicing calligraphy in the Yikun Palace.

Rong Jingchen and Rong Moyun came in from His Highness.

When Yueli saw the two, she was stunned for a while: "This is?"

Rong Moyun looked Feng Yueli up and down.

This imperial sister-in-law can't really forget everyone, right?

It looks like it's real.

Rong Moyun opened the paper fan in his hand and was about to speak, but Rong Jingchen's fierce eyes were staring at him.

He paused: "I am the Moyun Prince."

Feng Yueli nodded: "It turned out to be the prince, and Shui Wu was rude."

Hearing the name Shui Wu, Rong Moyun frowned.

He thought of the relationship between the imperial nephew Rong Xiye and Zhou Shuiwen.

I heard Rong Jingchen say that the real Zhou Shuiwen was dead.

Feng Yueli lost her memory and was used by others, but she was just sent to the palace by someone else, Li Daitaozhuang.

I don't dare to write about this thing.

It's really a trick.

His poor imperial nephew was talked about by the people in Kyoto in vain.

Rong Moyun snorted and said, "It's okay, it's okay." He rolled his eyes to look at Rong Jingchen. I want to chat with more like-minded people about "{?$article_title?} ", WeChat pays attention to "excellent reading literature", chatting about life, looking for confidants~