"The plum hairpin is the ...... I often use"

"Oh, the plum hairpin...... There seems to be an impression. He scratched his head for a while, scratched his chin for a while, and looked around, but he didn't look at Su Jinling.

"I think so many things are left untouched here, so I shouldn't lose an ordinary silver hairpin......

"No, of course not......"

"But how come I can't find it?"

"Look for ...... again"

"Eighth Highness ......"

Yuwen Xuanzheng seemed to have just noticed that Su Jinling was paying attention to him, and smiled: "I mean I'll look for ...... again."

"Then there is His Royal Highness Laoba."

"It's okay, it's okay. You go in first, and I'll send you a ...... when I find it."

After speaking, without waiting for Su Jinling to respond, he ran away with his long legs.

Su Jinling looked at his back who seemed to be calm but actually ran away, and thought to himself, why is this Eighth Highness so weird today?

But is it not just him? It seems that since she woke up, some things have been different, such as Su Linglong's case, which has not developed in the direction of common sense.

Of course, she also understood the emperor's hard work, and after all, she was a little entangled in her heart, but if she really wanted Su Linglong to pay the corresponding price, she hesitated.

At some point, for the sake of the overall situation, there are always some people who have to suffer losses and swallow their anger.

Sneer.

Now there are rumors everywhere in Tianluan City that Liang Xuan plotted to kill the emperor's heir, framed him, his heart is like a snake and scorpion, and he is innocent of death, and the name Su Linglong is drowned in this gushing condemnation, and he can't even hear a sound.

Eventually, even such a sensational event will be calmed down.

History, in the end, must obey the majority, and the outliers in it are like rocks rolling down the long river, which will always be polished to the edge and corner, silent at the bottom of the river.

So sometimes, even if it is recorded in the history books, it may not be credible.

Sigh.

What do you want to do with this? She's just a tiny speck of dust, it's good to be alive, and she still wants to turn the big picture around? Besides, if everything really develops as she believes, will it definitely end well?

Either way, all she wants is to live.

However, alive......

In the dim light of the heavenly prison, in a moment of cold to the bone, she heard the voice say to her, "Remember, what you said to me...... You have to live, you have to live well! ”

I couldn't help but hold the lacquered wooden box in my arms, and my fingertips just fell on the word "Cang" the size of a grain of rice.

She didn't know if she had any dreams during the month of death, she only knew that the moment she woke up, she still seemed to hear him say to her...... You have to live, you have to live well!

At that time, her eyelids seemed to weigh on a thousand pounds, as if there were countless hands dragging her towards an unknown dark place, but there was a ray of light ahead, and a man in white who was better than snow stood in that light and stretched out his hand to her......

She also labored to reach out......

The dragging was even more vigorous, and there was a roar and wail, which was eerie, and the voice from the light sounded magically, one after another......

Alive...... Live well...... Alive...... Live well...... Alive......

The louder the voice, the more it seemed to give her infinite power.

She got closer and closer to the hand, and the protest behind her grew stronger, and it literally set off a storm of skyrocketing, enveloping the fragments of the darkness, sharp and sharp, whirlwind cutting at her.

Her march was so difficult, but her fingertips finally touched his......

For a moment, the light suddenly appeared, and the horror roared and retreated into the darkness, disappearing in an instant.

She heard a voice, no, many voices cheering.

"Finally woke up......"

"It's good to wake up......"

"Now it's saved......"

There were a lot of voices, but none of them were him.

She was a little frightened, a little confused...... Is this a dream? It was clear that he was calling me......

So, in the following dreams, she kept looking for the voice, looking for him, but gradually the clarity in front of her eyes never saw him.

She also understands that now that she is in the Chengqian Palace, it is reasonable that he can't come to see her, but ......

Sour under-eyes.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming again......

In the first Mid-Autumn Festival, he was far away in Lanxi Temple and cast a white jade lotus for her with his heart's work. Before leaving, he once said that he would accompany her every Mid-Autumn Festival in the future.

In the second Mid-Autumn Festival, he was imprisoned, she wanted to save him, but she was almost killed, it was he who appeared at the critical moment, holding her who was almost unconscious, silent in the cold night light.

This year's Mid-Autumn Festival......

She didn't know.

The breeze is blowing, and the sweet fragrance of osmanthus in the distance.

Three days to go......

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Yuwen Xuanzheng ran straight to a place where he completely believed that Su Jinling would not see him.

He was physically strong, and he shouldn't have been out of breath after running a few steps, but now his heart was really beating chaotic.

He let go of his right hand.

The crimson sleeves of his robe had been crumpled and damp by him.

He cautiously reached in and took something out of his sleeve pocket.

Plum hairpin...... He picked it up on the ground listening to Xue Xuan.

On that day, as soon as he got the bad news that Su Jinling had murdered the emperor's heir, he hurried to Tingxue Xuan, but when he arrived, the house was already empty, and he only found this hairpin under the jasmine.

He recognized this hairpin, since he knew Su Jinling, he had seen her only wear such a hairpin, and he heard that it was given by an old woman in the palace of the Emperor of the Sun Spirit.

Accustomed to seeing the flowers in the palace, the side concubine Xu Muran also changed her method all day long to insert things on her head, and even Ning Shuangshuang's girl learned to pile flowers on her head, but she ...... It will always be such an old hairpin, every time I see it, I can't wait to pull it off and throw it away.

This doesn't deserve her at all.

But that day, he picked up this hairpin, which was too ordinary to be ordinary, carefully wiped off the dust on it, and carefully put it in his sleeve pocket.

Since she was such a precious hairpin, he had thought about giving it back to her, but when he saw the glazed duck that he had forgotten but had carefully treasured by her, he suddenly changed his mind; When he saw the mischievous way she picked up the glass duck and smiled at him today, he suddenly understood that he had always wanted to keep this hairpin.

In this life, she can't be with her, so let this hairpin that has been with her for many years accompany him.

All he can have may be this hairpin.

It was as if she had done something wrong, and she didn't dare to look at her clear eyes, and the pretense of calm concealed the panic inside.

He had never lied to her, and today, for the first time, and for the last time.

In the end, he is not as good as Xuan Lang can let go, in this contest between brothers, he lost, but he lost without regrets. It's just that Xuan Lang's kid doesn't know that he has already glimpsed his mind now, so he won't lose completely.

Suddenly laughed twice.

The laughter shook the branches, startled the forest birds, and fluttered away.

Overhead, the sky was clear and cloudless. The long wind passes, and there is the fragrance of osmanthus flowers......

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The Mid-Autumn Festival of the thirty-third year of Jingyuan is approaching in a flash.

Because there are too many things that have happened this year, both inside and outside the palace plan to make the festival lively and lively.

Su Jinling was recalled to Xueyang Palace the day before, and Concubine Xian only missed her, because Su Jinling had been serving in Xueyang Palace since she entered the palace, and now she wanted Xueyang Palace to have a reunion festival.

To tell the truth, because Concubine Xian presented her as a gift to the emperor on the emperor's birthday, Su Jinling has always been obsessed, coupled with Yan Shun's bitter heart, Concubine Xian is no longer as loving and generous in her eyes, but a cat lying on the wall basking in the sun. Her eyes are half-closed, and she looks lazy, but she can't tell when she will reach out and scratch you hard.

But Concubine Xian was graciously invited, and the emperor allowed it again, so she had to go.

Concubine Xian took her hand and greeted her affectionately, showing pity.

That hand was still smooth and soft, still warm and loving, and the movements were still gentle and kind, but why did she feel that there was an invisible poisonous needle hidden in that hand, and she would stab it hard if she was not careful?

She tried to withdraw her hand several times, but Concubine Xian seemed to only hold it weakly, but it seemed to have infinite strength, or maybe she didn't dare to really withdraw her hand to make the gap between the two even worse, so she could only tremble under the control of the other party.

Concubine Xian was extremely concerned: "Isn't this body okay?" Alas, I should have let you recuperate in the Zhaoyang Palace, where the warm jade is piled up, and the four seasons are like spring without the need for charcoal fire, and I am ......"

Yan Shun hurriedly stepped forward and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief: "Niangniang is worried that the girl can't stand the cold, so she has roasted the whole house with charcoal fire for three days and three nights, and now she doesn't dare to withdraw it......"

Su Jinling looked around, and really found that there were braziers in the hall. Although it was August, and the heat was especially strong, the people in the hall were sweaty and wet their sleeves even if they were wearing a single shirt under this kind of scorching, not to mention Yan Shun, who had always been afraid of heat.

Suddenly, a sense of guilt welled up in her heart, and Concubine Xian was already dripping with tears.

"I never thought that you would suffer such a big crime, if I had known earlier, I would never have kept you in Xueyang Palace. These days, I've always missed you when you're there. From Aunt Duan sending you here, to singing songs and telling stories to me when you are free, sometimes I see them in my dreams, and I thought it was ...... for a while."

"Niangniang, isn't Miss Jinling a good person in front of you? This is a big holiday, let's not talk about those sad things. Yan Shun persuaded in his mouth, and he was quite emotional in his heart.

Concubine Xian wiped her tears, and looked at Su Jinling carefully: "During the time you were there, the palace was also in a hurry, but it was impossible for people to go to visit the news, and when I was trying to find a way, I suddenly heard about it......"

Su Jinling's fingertips trembled obviously, and Concubine Xian felt it. She narrowed her eyes slightly, but she hid her expression in an instant, angrily reprimanded Liang Xuan for being ill-intentioned and harming Zhongliang, and finally patted the back of her hand: "This palace didn't have time to make a contribution, you won't blame me, right?" ”

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