The dew is cold, sparse and empty. The residual fragrance follows the twilight rain, and the withered stamen falls into the cold waves.

Chu Ke stopped dressing, and Wu Ji stopped singing. There is nothing to send in the river, how can I hate it. - "Evening Lotus" (Tang) Li Qunyu

He finally came to me today, but he was followed by a charming woman.

He said, I'm getting uglier and uglier, and I'm not worthy of him, and the woman next to him leans on his chest, flirting with him, and telling me sister, we will be a family in the future.

Hakuro, do you remember? You once told me that there will only be one wife for me in this life, and you also said that no matter whether I will grow old and ugly in the future, you will love me for the rest of your life.

But what is it now? Spoiling a concubine and killing a wife? It's really cold, I'm so hungry, and by the time you see this note, I'm probably dead.

Thinking about the lotus pond back then, you and I met for the first time, and you said that I was the most beautiful person you had ever seen.

At that time, you were just a poor scholar, and I was the eldest lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

For you, I fell out with my family, accompanied you to Beijing to catch the exam, and did things I had never done before for you, laundry, cooking, cleaning, I learned one by one, and tried to do my best.

Finally, more than ten years have passed, and you have finally become a scholar of the Ministry of Rites from the Jiupin Sesame Official, and your son has gradually grown up, I thought that everything would be fine, and my father and mother would accept our relationship, but I didn't expect that you would abandon me, and the reason for abandoning me was so ridiculous.

Why am I like this? If it weren't for you, I would still be the high-minded eldest lady now, ten fingers don't touch the spring water, marry a good family, instead of doing everything like now, the skin has become sallow, and the whole person looks so decadent.

I feel like I don't have the strength anymore, Bai Lang, I really love you, I wish you happiness, if you still love me, then come to me, come to the underworld to find me. 〗

"Pity is pitiful, but, in fact, it is also deserved." Yue Qianli sighed, "I regard love as the whole of life, and I don't know if it's lucky or not." ”

Also, Yixuan can think about it, the words in the last paragraph are so distorted that it is almost impossible to see the prototype, it seems that Song Wanlian has lost her strength at that time, maybe she is about to die, but he can't figure out why he is about to die, and he has been thinking about Negative Xinlang, maybe she is really not worthy of being distressed by others.

"Remember." Ye Moyun's voice sounded in his ears, pulling Yixuan back to reality from his chaotic thoughts, Yixuan Ke picked up the paper and looked at it, and couldn't help nodding in praise, "I remember it quite clearly, but why are the words written in this paragraph so small?" It's pretty though. ”

"If you like it, I can teach you." Ye Moyun gently hooked his lips, "Gu Feiruo once said that he wanted to teach me what simplified characters, although I don't know what font this is, but it's quite interesting, but then he gave up directly because he was impatient." ”

"Let's talk about it later, what do you think is the cause of Song Wanlian's death?" Yixuan Ke paused, and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Nangong Lingling.

"What are you guys discussing? What is the cause of death? Was the cause of death of this dried corpse? Nangong Lingling leaned his head over, trying to read the words on the paper.