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The melody is like a turn, with a cold and lonely taste, it seems that the person who is stroking the qin has nothing to do with this quiet story, has nothing to do with this sound of the piano, has nothing to do with this dull and cool night, and has nothing to do with this calm and silent hall.

It has nothing to do with the man on this small bridge.

She stood alone, calmly looking at the thousands of weather in this world, mottled and splendid, calmly tossing and turning in the palm of the years, never stopping for anyone, never being nostalgic for anyone, never for anyone, like melodious.

All of this has nothing to do with her.

And everything about her has nothing to do with this world.

The world is splendid, and she is a cold bystander.

Nothing to worry about.

After a while, Gong Zhaohui continued to walk towards the deserted palace, stepping on the cold bridge deck, the corners of his clothes swept past the forest grass and trees by the bridge, slightly stained with dew.

The plaque engraved with the words "Hanyue Palace" is quietly hung on the door of the palace, and in this dark night, it seems very lonely.

There are not many palace people in the palace, it is very deserted, if it is not for the gorgeous decoration of this palace, it is estimated that some people will think that this is a cold palace.

Thinking of this, Gong Zhaohui couldn't help but be stunned, and then shook his head, with a wry smile and helplessness on his calm face.

This "Hanyue Palace" is no different from the Cold Palace.

It's already the "Hall of the Cold Moon", isn't it?

No matter how much he tried, he could not warm this cold palace, and he could never warm the owner of this palace.

has never been able to redeem her once passionate love.

Gong Zhaohui walked a few steps inside, and in a small pavilion, he saw the woman who played the piano with her hand.

Concubine Yue, Murong Yue.

Once, Murong Yue was also fierce in red, and love was blazing

Once, they also used to spend candles in the cave room and make vows.

Once, they also worked hand in hand, through thick and thin.

Once, they also stayed with each other before the moon and flowers.

And all of this is the past.

Now, Mo Rongyue is dressed in plain clothes, the green silk like a cloud is simply pulled up, a wooden hairpin is inserted obliquely, and a pair of blue jade bracelets are on her white wrists.

She sat casually on the ground, gently stroking the strings, her eyebrows and eyes were light, and her eyes were ancient.

It's full of cold silence.

Gong Zhaohui only felt that there seemed to be a pair of big hands, pulling his heart mercilessly, and he could hardly breathe in pain.

How could he not feel that Mo Rongyue was now full of relief that had passed through a thousand sails, full of cold calmness after reading the cold time, and full of ruthless and unintentional calmness.

She is no longer passionate, no longer coquettish, no longer vibrant.

It was as if there was silence, and the waves were not alarmed.

It seems that nothing can catch her eye.

Gong Zhaohui stopped, stood not far away, and quietly looked at the plainly clothed woman.

The Hanyue Palace, which was once the warmest, seemed to have become extraordinarily cold even in the moonlight, accompanied by the sound of the piano, whispering.

It seems to be with a mournful lament.

Sigh the impermanence of the world, sigh the cold state of the world, and sigh the unfairness of fate.

I can't sigh but can't.

Murong Yue stroked the strings casually, and her whole body exuded a lazy atmosphere.

As if sensing someone coming, Mo Rongyue pressed the strings with her hands, and her eyes slowly closed.

The sound of the piano stopped, and there was a heavy silence around them.

Gong Zhaohui couldn't help but slow down his breathing, and was thinking about saying something, but when he saw the woman with light eyebrows, she slowly stood up and bowed to herself, her voice was light and without any emotion.

"Concubine, meet Your Majesty."

Gong Zhaohui walked quickly to Mo Rongyue's side, gently helped her up, frowned, and his voice softened slightly, with a faint reproach.

"Why are you wearing so thin?"

"It's cold at night, don't frostbite yourself."

As he spoke, Gong Zhaohui took off his cloak and was about to drape it on Mo Rongyue.

Murong Yue struggled slightly, calmly took a few steps back, distanced herself from Gong Zhaohui, her face was calm, and she said lightly: "The concubine knows her mistake, let Your Majesty worry about it, and the concubine will go back to the palace." ”

Gong Zhaohui frowned fiercely, stretched out his hand, and quickly grabbed Mo Rongyue's wrist, his face was slightly gloomy, as if he was displeased, "What?" ”

"When you see me coming, you're leaving?"

"Your Majesty is overwhelmed."

Murong Yue stopped, but didn't look back, just said lightly, "The concubine is not well-groomed, for fear of staining His Majesty's eyes." ”

Gong Zhaohui snorted lightly, walked quickly in front of Murong Yue, and could not refuse, and put the cloak in his hand on Mo Rongyue's thin body.

"It doesn't matter."

Gong Zhaohui raised his hand, his movements were gentle, and he straightened the hair on the side of his face for Mo Rongyue, and his voice was gentle, with a hint of coaxing.

"No matter what you look like, in my heart, you are the most beautiful."

Murong Yue lowered her eyebrows, her hands were slightly forced, and she broke away from Gong Zhaohui's hand, her voice was not shocked, and her cold eyes seemed to be looking at a stranger.

"It's late at night, it's time for Your Majesty to return."

After speaking, Murong Yue took off the dark cloak on her body and handed it to Gong Zhaohui, without seeing if Gong Zhaohui was going to pick it up, so she let go of her hand.

The cloak landed leisurely, silently.

fell between Gong Zhaohui and Mo Rongyue.

Gong Zhaohui lowered his eyes, only to feel extremely desolate.

Between him and her, what is the cloak?

Murong Yue didn't care about Gong Zhaohui's sad expression at the moment, she only bypassed Gong Zhaohui and left.

The slender figure gradually walked away, Gong Zhaohui couldn't help but clench his hands, and shouted loudly to the back that had no nostalgia at all: "Ah Yue! ”

Then, Gong Zhaohui saw that the woman in plain clothes paused slightly, and then continued to walk forward, giving birth to lotus step by step, elegant and noble.

There is not the slightest nostalgia.

Gong Zhaohui felt a pain in his heart, and sourness floated in his heart, only to feel that the night wind was really bitter and biting, blowing his eyes painfully.

On the ground, the dark cloak lay quietly, making a slight sound as the night breeze blew.

Gong Zhaohui is hands were tightened, exuding a decadent aura all over his body, and his helpless voice had long lost the kingly demeanor of the past, as if he was talking to himself.

"I won't forgive me."

After speaking, Gong Zhaohui slowly bent down, picked up the cloak on the ground, his face was full of pain, he sighed heavily, and slowly stood up, but found that not far away, the slender figure, I don't know when, had stopped in place.

The night wind lifted her wide robe, and the woman looked like a Limbo fairy, as if she could go with the wind at any moment.

Gong Zhaohui's pupils shrank suddenly, he was stunned, his hand holding the cloak trembled slightly, and his breathing was chaotic.

As if a little incredulous, Gong Zhaohui slowed down, calmed down his emotions a little, and tried his best to calm his voice a little, very cautiously, as if he was afraid of frightening the beautiful woman not far away.

"Ah Yue?"

No response.

The night wind blew, with a chill, and the two of them were dressed in drools and stood quietly.

The cool moonlight sprinkled down, coating all things with a layer of dripping water vapor, Xiaoxiang Yingying, slowly flowing in the air, wrapped around the fingertips.

The tentacles are cold.

Monthly.

Cold Moon.

Just when Gong Zhaohui thought that Murong Yue would not answer, he heard a calm voice accompanied by the night breeze, slowly coming.

"Your Majesty."

(End of chapter)

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