Plum peach blossom dyeing - plum carp dyeing
My heart stopped beating abruptly.
I remember someone saying that love is remembered every moment, and love is the moment when the heart stops.
I really love him in that way.
Because there were not many people in my life.
There are only two.
When I closed my eyes, I thought of his white brocade robe six years ago, with a gilt gilded edge, a pale blue tassel around his waist, and a round jade jue on it.
I don't understand anything, I don't know if it's expensive or not.
But I don't think there's anyone better looking than him.
I grew up in Wulan, begging for a living, surrounded by five big and three rough people, the first time I saw such a good-looking and delicate Central Plains person.
And he was willing to stop the horse and save me from a group of thugs.
He drew his sword, and it was so fast that I had blood in my eyes, and I couldn't see clearly.
I remembered that there was a sentence in the previous martial arts score, drawing a sword and stabbing at the sun.
Maybe that's how it feels.
After he drove the men away, he squatted down and wiped the blood from my face with a handkerchief.
He said, "You look like a girl I like." ”
I asked, "What is the like?" ”
But now I know that what I like is the excitement of seeing him swing a sword for me, the orchid fragrance of his handkerchief and the slight coolness of my fingertips.
He said: "Like someone, whatever she does you feel is right. He didn't go on.
I think he probably thought that if the person he likes wants his own life, he will not give up again.
I smiled shyly, "I'm so ugly, do I really look a little similar to the girl you like?" ”
He touched my nose and said, "Don't be presumptuous, you're beautiful." I see that you have been humiliated here, so why don't you go with me. ”
Naturally, I said yes without hesitation.
Because there is nothing to be nostalgic for in this land.
Later, I entered the palace with him, and the extravagance and prosperity of the palace staggered me.
I also met the woman he liked.
It's just very temperamental, and I want to get close to her inexplicably.
A lot of things happened later, and I always remember it in a daze, but I only know that she thinks I am her sister and tells me every day that I am the daughter of the prime minister.
"I have a sister!"
I'm really happy that I wasn't an orphan.
As for the prime minister's daughter, I don't care.
I only care about my sister and him.
On his wedding day with my sister, I couldn't laugh. The heart is sour, but there is no one to sue.
I watched the brilliant fireworks in the sky, and the night was like day.
It's a festive day, how can you cry.
I wiped away my tears and walked slowly towards the wedding reception.
Seeing a sister in a red wedding dress, and him.
I said two words, a good match.
Looking down at me, even though I was dressed in a gorgeous dress, I looked like a clown, just like I used to wear in rags.
Then he began to distance himself from me.
I don't know why.
But it's still good to keep a distance, so as not to make a gap in my sister's heart.
You see, that's how he thinks about his sister.
But I don't understand my sister's complicated eyes looking at him, with love and hate.
She even poisoned the lotus seed soup. I found it and poured it out.
She slapped me in the face and said, "Did you know that he killed our father?" ”
I said, "I don't have a father, I just have you and him." ”
So I'm definitely not going to let anyone hurt him.
My sister doesn't seem to have done such a stupid thing again, but she has never been able to accept him.
I can't stand the two torturing each other.
I asked him for the money and left the palace.
I remember a rumor.
The White Birch Building is a building that understands people's hearts, and when you go there, you don't have to say anything, and what you want will definitely be achieved.
I decided to stay there.
In fact, I have long known that I am a little different from ordinary people, I seem to be born with witchcraft, in Wu Lan before, I read some martial arts, and I actually learned the art of soul transfer.
Heaven is not too unfair.
When my father's family fled for their lives, they forgot about me.
Forget it is thirteen years.
And my sister can follow her father who was appointed by the three rafters of Hu Lu into the palace.
When she enjoyed fine clothes and fine food, I couldn't even eat coarse grains and light rice.
People just don't know how to be satisfied.
I don't have to worry about what to eat tomorrow, but I always think of him.
Later, I heard that he ordered to attack Wu Lan.
Naturally, I didn't want to.
I still have an affection for that land.
I sneaked up on Hu Lu Jiuxuan, stole his soul, and then began my soul transfer technique.
Actually, I just wanted to use this to threaten the three rafters of Hu Lu to make him take back his life.
I didn't expect my sister to die in the palace at this time.
lost his mind all of a sudden, and tied Zhao Xinjiao back.
It's because of this woman that Hu Lu Sanrin doesn't like his sister.
Not long after I hit her, I passed out, maybe because the dungeon was too cold.
I sneered, and fainted, for I had suffered so much that I would not say a word, and that this cold dungeon was my home.
I knew he was going to come and save her.
And just like six years ago, he wiped the blood from the man's face as if he had wiped the stains on his face, the only difference was that he didn't use a handkerchief.
In fact, deep down he dislikes me.
Otherwise, when I said I was going to leave the palace, he didn't do anything to keep it.
Maybe when he entered the White Birch Tower, he thought that he could rescue Zhao Xinji.
And all I wanted was to see him again.
Sure enough, as it was.
Then he drew his sword for me as usual, but no longer to save me, but to end my life.
I laughed at the last minute.
Laughing partedly.
This is the end of my sad life.
My story, with my death, will never be known again.
No, the story of where the ants came from.
Everyone has only eyes on you.
Maybe we really don't belong to the same world.
Now I'm gone, and I'm completely out of your life.
No sorrow, no joy.