The empty palace is a little cold, the breeze enters through the window, the room is cool, and a few wisps of light fragrance come to the nose.

Jingle and jingle the wind chimes hanging on the edge of the bed make a crisp sound, as if a whisper, adding a little tenderness.

A beautiful and elegant slender hand gently touched the wind chime, and the faint sigh disappeared in the wind in an instant.

The sound of hurried footsteps came from outside, clear in the empty palace, and she frowned casually, as if slightly dissatisfied with the sudden disturbance of the silence.

"Niangniang, Your Majesty is seriously ill, and the class teacher returns to the court ......"

It was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, she stumbled, and she couldn't remember what the next person said, and only the word "seriously ill" kept lingering in her ears!

That person, who is the brightest sun in the world, the most brilliant existence, and the myth that everyone follows, how could he be "seriously ill"?

I once thought that he was an invincible myth and a legend that would never fall, but how could he allow the disease to invade his body?

In the trance, the proud and reserved smile of the beautiful young man can be vaguely seen, just like the stunning demeanor when I first saw him.

A tear fell to the ground with a "snap", but a stubborn and desolate smile rose on his graceful and luxurious face.

Perhaps, she is the one who is wrong!

She only saw his splendor and splendour, but forgot his desolation and sorrow.

Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable.

On the day when the storm suddenly changed, Fang Qingchen, the departing marquis of the Yan Kingdom, pounced on the emperor who swore allegiance to him to protect him, and blocked the dagger that originally stabbed at the Yan King with his own flesh and blood!

On that day, Yan Li personally ordered Fang Qingchen to untie his sword and kneel!

That day, Yan Li watched Fang Qingchen slowly close his eyes in front of him!

That is his inseparable friend, that is his arrogant minister, that is his lovesick lover, but because of his self-righteousness, his soul returned to Huangquan.

Life is short, only in the snap of a finger.

Self-blame, remorse, and despair almost drowned Yan Li, he locked himself in the study for ten days and ten nights, without eating or drinking, but after ten days, he raised his sword and conquered all the countries, the iron hooves of Yan State, almost every inch of land in the world, and the army of Yan State conquered all the strong people in the world.

He sealed Fang Qingchen as a king side by side, and built a palace for him that would never have a master, luxurious and rich, and better than the palace.

He appointed Fang Qingchen as the prime minister, assisted Yin and Yang, and presided over government affairs, and since then, the phase of Yan has been vacant forever, and no one can worship the prime minister.

He named Fang Qingchen as the commander-in-chief of the three armies, and since then, no one in the Yan army has been qualified to serve as the generalissimo.

He has always dressed in white clothes, played the flute and tasted tea, flipped through poetry and books, talked and laughed, and the captives disappeared.

His face is like jade, and his peerless elegance is exhaustive, but he has a blue sea and blue sky and night heart!

He is astonishing and brilliant, but in a way that overdraws his life, in exchange for such a magnificent life.

After all, I woke up from a dream, who was crying? Who's desperate? Who's cheering?

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Concubine Liang dragged the six-year-old little prince and slowly walked towards Yanli's bedroom.

Outside the palace, Lan Shu, Sang Mu, Wei Yao, and Han Xiao were standing or standing, looking anxious, worried, and frightened, and when they saw Concubine Liang and the crown prince arriving, they were busy kneeling and saluting.

Concubine Liang looked at everyone's panic and fear coldly, many people understand that this country seems to be strong, but it is completely built on the wisdom, strength and unique personality charm of that person, the country has only been established for six years, the foundation is not stable, but it is full of enemies, if you give him twenty years, no, ten years, maybe you can calm the chaos and return to the heart, but now......

Why, so capricious? Why, self-exile?

The whole world is tied to one body, but he doesn't cherish it himself!

He looked down on fame and fortune, and explored the darkness of life and death, but he made the people in the red dust overturn and struggle, ups and downs!

Maybe she was too cold-blooded, or she was too sober, she still maintained a calm and calm bearing, but with a sneer in her heart, she slowly took the prince's hand and walked into the palace.

The light in the room is a little dim, and there is a faint and quiet aroma in the nose.

For so many years, the "dust" incense in the palace has continued, and it has always aroused a burst of sadness.

Kneeling beside the bed was a young man who was nearly ten years old, with low eyebrows and a calm temperament.

Concubine Liang didn't need him to look up, and she portrayed the appearance of this young man in her mind: his eyebrows were clear, he was young, and he had an air of floating dust, especially a pair of eyes, which were clear and deep and cold, and when he saw him for the first time, he couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity.

This palace, this Yan country, up and down, every inch of land, every acquaintance, seems to be deeply branded by that person, she wants to avoid it, she can't forget it.

When the young man found Concubine Liang coming in, he quickly stood up and saluted her, with a very respectful attitude.

When the prince saw the young man, he couldn't help but run forward, grabbed the young man, and asked with a smile, "Brother Sichen, when did you come back?" Will your master want you to come back? When I come back this time, Brother Sichen can't leave, I don't have Brother Sichen to read and play with me, it's really boring! ”

Concubine Liang's face was slightly embarrassed, and she lowered her head and remained silent.

"Qingchen, Sichen still has to learn from the master, how can he play with you every day? You have to learn to be independent, strong, and work hard to learn and improve, otherwise, you can't compare to Sichen! The clear voice of ice jade striking sounded, with a faint smile.

The prince stuck out his tongue and said with a smile: "Father, Brother Sichen has always been better than me, but Brother Sichen will protect me from being bullied by others!" Brother Sichen, did you say? ”

"Sichen swears to protect His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!" The young man Sichen looked resolute, looked at the prince quietly, and said his life's promise lightly but firmly.

"As long as I am for a day, I will never let anyone hurt you for half a point!" The voice as moist as jade suddenly echoed in his ears, how many years ago, there was also a teenager who made his promise so firmly, and then spent his life fulfilling his vow?

"I will protect you until you die!" In the end, the man stood in front of him, blocking all swords and all dangers, and never forsaking him until he was turned to ashes and vanished......

The dead are a hundred, but the living are embarrassed?

Don't, don't make such heavy promises, don't, don't let the tragedy of life for life happen again!

He opened his eyes suddenly, and he was angry!

"Sichen, don't swear, don't let you live for others! You should learn from your master, indulge in the mountains and rivers, indulge in heaven and earth, and don't and can't protect others with your own life! ”

"Qingchen, you are not allowed to think about asking others to protect you, if you don't work hard, don't fight, and don't have the ability to protect yourself, then you have to bear the consequences of failure!"

"Did you hear what I said?!"

With cold words and sharp eyes, Sichen looked pale, speechless but stubbornly looking back at the emperor who was powerful in the world, while the little prince Qingchen was stunned and frightened.

I had never seen such a serious face from my father, and I had never heard such a stern lesson from my father, the prince only knew that he kept nodding his head, and he didn't even dare to shed tears.

Concubine Liang's heart was sour, she hurriedly dragged the prince over, and said softly: "Xi'er, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, your father, he's sick, he's in a bad mood, you have to be obedient, don't make your father angry, you know?" The prince's eyes widened, his lip was clenched, and he snorted.

When the young man Sichen heard the sentence "He is sick", his eyes instantly dimmed, and his sadness flashed. looked up at the supreme man who was half leaning on the bed, but saw that his face was as white as the moon as before, and the pain did not detract from his demeanor, still beautiful and peerless. It's just that those glass-like deep eyes, although they are stunning and beautiful, always have a faint trace of the slackness of seeing through the prosperity and the desolation of being tired of red dust.

He is the peerless legend that as soon as he appears, there is only his gorgeous face in the eyes of the whole world, and he is the amazing legend that as long as he stands in front, the Yan army will win all battles! How can such a person get sick? How could such a person fall?!

Fist, unconsciously clenched quietly, eyes, dazed and foggy!

Yan Li sighed, beckoned to the prince, and when he approached, he reached out and grabbed his small palm, staring at his only son, his name was "Qingchen"!

Yes, the name of the little prince is "Light Dust".

Concubine Liang was reluctant to Yan Li to call him by his nickname "Xi'er", and every time she heard the word "light dust", a burst of heartache was still inevitable.

In her life, she has been living under the shadow of "light dust", not without resentment, nor without hatred. If she could, she would be willing to live for ten years, in exchange for a piece of purity in front of her ears! If she could, she would rather seek a hundred years before the Buddha, in exchange for not meeting and acquaintance again in this life! If she could, she hoped that she would go back in time, and the person who rushed to Yan Li and stood in front of him that day was herself, even if her body was dead and her soul was scattered, it would be better to think of Jun day and day, and hate Jun every night!

waved his hand to let the young man Sichen leave with the prince, and only Yan Li and Concubine Liang were left in the hall, looking at each other gloomily.

A heart-rending cough woke up Concubine Liang, who was distracted, and when she saw a wisp of bright and dazzling blood on the person's lips, her heart seemed to be pinched fiercely: "Your Majesty...... You ......"

No matter how much Concubine Liang didn't want to believe it, the pale face and emaciated body in front of her told her that his life was like a candle in the wind!

Yan Li smiled slightly, gently pointed to the side of the bed, and pulled Concubine Liang to sit down.

"In my life, I'm sorry for many people, but I owe you the most......" The apologetic eyes were full of sincerity, but they were not what she wanted.

The corners of his lips curled slightly, and he pulled out a cold self-deprecating smile.

Owe?

Counting it up, who owes more to whom?

Everyone in the world says that Concubine Liang is gentle and virtuous, knowledgeable, generous and benevolent, although she has never entered the middle palace, she is a real mother in the world. But how many people really know her?

She is not broad-minded, because she is also vicious and jealous, and she has cursed day and night, resented night and night, and is obsessed with protecting her troubled marriage.

She is not gentle and virtuous, because she is also arrogant, and she has worked hard, carefully calculated, and is determined to pave the way for the family and the emperor.

"Your Majesty, no, you are wrong, you don't owe me anything......"

Yan Li didn't answer, her dark eyes were quiet and slightly sad, looking at her quietly.

"I'm conceited, smart, and beautiful, but I'm always losing to him in everything. I used to resent him deeply, hated that the tenderness in his eyes was only for you, and that his only concern was everything about you, so I consciously or unintentionally, always let you misunderstand, suspicion, and resentment each other, I want to see you turn against each other, I want to see you cut off your love, I want to see you cut off your love and righteousness......"

With such a frank and upright look, such an elegant and indifferent smile, it seems that I have never heard her inner monologue. Such a serene and quiet tolerance, such a perceptive gaze, as if she didn't care at all about her bad deeds.

Should she be grateful? Should she weep bitterly?

Why is there only one anger burning in her heart?

With such a frank and upright look, such an elegant and indifferent smile, it seems that I have never heard her inner monologue. Such a serene and quiet tolerance, such a perceptive gaze, as if she didn't care at all about her bad deeds.

Should she be grateful? Should she weep bitterly?

Why is there only one anger burning in her heart?

"You are the same as him, you will always be so ruthless and indifferent to people you don't care about!" Her voice suddenly rose up, with a bit of anger and urgency, which was very different from her usual dignified and noble image.

Yan Li sighed: "I understand, you praise Qingchen intentionally or not, it makes me jealous of his power and talent, the monarch and the ministers are centrifuged, and the king of Anyi has less constraints in the court, and he can cover the sky with one hand." You spread rumors and slandered the reputation of Qingchen, so that I knew the embarrassment and pressure of forbidden love, and took the initiative to cut off the love thread and let him fly high. I'm jealous, resentful, it's my own villain, I break off love, it's my own choice, even if you have contributed to the trouble, but if it's not my own confusion, how can it be as you wish? So, everything is my own fault, no one else! ”

"As I wish?!" She laughed miserably, her voice gradually becoming miserable, "Do you really understand what is my expectation and my dream? ”

A trace of unbearability flashed in Yan Li's eyes, and he could only murmur: "I'm sorry......"

"I don't need your apologies, I don't need your sympathy! Why do you want to see all this, but wait to see everything? Why do you want me to understand how cruel and hypocritical I am, and yet I put on a gracious and forgiving appearance? If you had understood earlier, and had insight into everything earlier, how could you have let me personally push the person I once admired into death step by step?! ”

"You ......" The look of shock flashed, and his face returned to calm.

"Do you think you've seen it all yourself? Why are you looking at me like that? Yan Li, you've always been an idiot and a fool! As if bent on breaking his perfect serenity, as if to vent her years of anger and resentment, she sneered and stood up, and took down a delicately folded paper lotus flower from the opposite wall. She looked at the paper lotus, the resentment on her face gradually dissipated, but a sad color slowly emerged, and she sighed for a while: "Happiness seems to be out of reach, but it flows away inadvertently, just a trance, time has passed, and regret is beyond reach!" My majesty, what have you missed? ”

She left the paper lotus and walked out with a sigh.

Yan Li hesitated for a moment, but he still couldn't help but pick up the paper lotus and look at it carefully.

This paper lotus had been hanging on the wall for several years, and he knew that she had deliberately hung it, but he had never taken it off and looked at it. Every decoration in his bedroom was carefully done by her, but he rarely lived in the bedroom for a few nights a year, and he never seriously understood her thoughts, perhaps, even if he knew her good intentions, he deliberately turned a blind eye.

But, it seems that something is wrong!

I don't know who made this paper lotus flower lantern in the old days.

People often write their wishes on the lanterns, light the lanterns, place them in the river, and float in the wind to bless their wishes.

Carefully examining each petal, suddenly his eyes straightened, as if he had turned into a stone statue.

Light dust!

I opened my mouth, but I couldn't make a sound at all, and my heart was filled with all kinds of emotions: surprise, ecstasy, sadness, anger, remorse......

There are words on the lantern, and the handwriting is quite elegant, which is written by Qingchen's own hand.

"Yanli Qingchen", there are only four small characters, nothing else, if you don't look carefully, it is difficult to find at a glance.

In a trance, the past that has been dusty for many years seems to repeat itself yesterday, vividly.

That year, on the Shangyuan Festival, the capital was lit up and lively. He and him are the young men in light shirts, still dreaming of innocent romance.

He pulled the light dust and insisted on putting the river lantern.

What did he write on the river lantern? Forgot! Left and right, but the ambition of revenge and pacification of the world.

Qingchen couldn't resist his insistence, so he folded a paper lotus, picked up a pen and wrote a few words, he wanted to peek at his wishes, but Qingchen casually threw the lantern into the river and dragged him away.

has always been as smooth and elegant as the light dust of the Zhilan jade tree, and there is a moment of thin red.

Why, at that time, he didn't notice his shyness?

Exactly, what did he ever miss?

Relieved, the paper lotus in his hand was already wet at some point, and he was shocked, so he hurriedly put the lotus flower on the windowsill, and was afraid that it would be blown away by the wind, so he took it off and put it back at the head of the bed.

It turned out that a long time ago, when he was still bent on making meritorious achievements and avenging blood hatred, Qingchen was silently praying for the life of the two.

Therefore, he who yearns for freedom in heaven and earth will stay by his side without regrets.

Therefore, after being wronged, he still did not abandon and protected him to the death.

Therefore, he tried his best to train the most powerful iron horseman in the world, leaving him with the most perfect layout and the best available materials, so that he could easily conquer the kingdoms.

It turned out that his love was used deeper than him, and his love was born longer than him, but when he let go of his self-righteousness, he hurt that person the deepest!

For many years, he has taught Wenzhi martial arts hand-in-hand, just for every progress he makes, and shows a happy face.

How many times, thousands of miles from time to time, stepping through the wind and dust, always when he was in trouble and confused, he always sent the most reliable information in time.

How many times, exhausted and sleepless, just for him to overcome all difficulties and achieve victory.

The gentle light dust, the light dust with a light smile, the light dust staring at him quietly, now that I think about it, the bottom of the eyebrows and eyes are full of tenderness!

What kind of carelessness, what kind of carelessness, to miss such affection, to miss the happiness that should have been!

To miss it once is to lose it forever, and he watched happiness slip through his fingers!

Too late...... It's too late......

The pain overwhelmed him, and the blood rushed up his throat, turning into a red flower.

Legend has it that the only scenery in the Yellow Spring, the flowers on the other side, the flowers bloom on the other side, the leaves cannot be seen when the flowers bloom, the flowers cannot be seen when there are leaves, the flowers and leaves do not meet, and life and death are wrong.

Isn't it, he and him are like flowers on the other side, love is not cause and effect, fate is destined to life and death?

In the eyes that seem to be awake but not awake, you can still see the figure in a trance, some people are calling, some people are crying, and some people are sighing.

He smiled slightly, the moon is cloudy and sunny, and people have good and bad luck, why sigh, why be sad? The deceased is like a husband, life is just a white horse, there will be a day, the people around you suddenly disappear, today you cry me, who will cry for you in the future?

Trying to keep his eyes open, he called hard: "Little water ......"

Wei Yao stepped forward, a pair of melancholy and red eyes, calm as water, staring at him steadily.

He smiled, light and distant.

"Let's go back, Xiaoshui!" He closed his eyes and waited quietly for Wei Yao to negotiate with others.

He knew that the only person in the world who could understand his mind was Wei Yao.

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Everything is the same as before, without the master's mansion, there is a quiet, and the evening breeze blows, bringing bursts of fragrance, just like the elegant fragrance on the person's body.

Sitting quietly on the wisteria trellis, looking up at the moon, as many nights as there have been countless nights over the years, quietly weeping until dawn, just like that beautiful night many years ago, the person's shallow breath is still beside him, as if when he turns around, he can see that the black jade eyes are like water......

If you don't know lovesickness in your life, you will be lovesick, but you will be lovesick......

Why did he understand his mind and feelings, but he could only remember each other forever?

Wei Yao stood silently with his hands down.

For many days and nights, he always quietly accompanied his friends and his majesty, watching him think of his monarch like the bright moon, reducing the brightness of his night and night, watching him reminisce, but he was already confused, watching him become haggard little by little, and commit suicide little by little.

His heart hurts, he regrets, if that day, he didn't try his best to stop the emperor's love, if that day, he handed over the decision to the smartest brother Qingchen, would everything be different?

Why should we look at their feelings from a worldly perspective?

Why cruelly ask the emperor to cut off his feelings?

It's just that there are so many ifs in life?

I remember that after Brother Qingchen left, His Majesty almost collapsed, and he did not eat or sleep for ten days and ten nights, but he vibrated his sword in the sound of his bleak flute.

After waking up, Yan Li's first order was to incinerate Fang Qingchen's body and blow its ashes in the wind.

At that time, all the ministers said that it was inappropriate, and Erniu almost quarreled with Yan Li, but he only said one sentence: "Brother Qingchen's wish is to walk all over the world and enjoy the beautiful scenery, when the wind blows its dust, Brother Qingchen can move with the wind and complete his dream of the sea and sky!" Everyone was speechless.

On the day of the ashes, Yan Li did not appear, he just kept blowing the emerald green bamboo flute of Brother Qingchen all day long, and the sad song sounded again and again in the depths of the inner garden of the palace, and everyone who heard it wept.

After that, he ordered Gu Zizhou to be killed with poisoned wine, and the rest of the Gu family members were released without any punishment. He personally went to see the three-year-old child of the Gu family, personally gave him the name "Sichen", treated him like a son, and stayed by his side to personally teach him to read and learn martial arts.

Everyone thought it was incredible, but everyone was relieved after seeing Sichen.

It turned out that the child was three points similar to Brother Qingchen, and as he grew older, his elegant and gentle temperament became even more like.

Brother Qingchen is unique, and no one in the world can have his demeanor and bearing, however, it is that three-point appearance and five-point look-like appearance are enough to make this descendant who was once the enemy of Yanli's annihilation sect, not only not die, but is favored by three thousand.

He didn't know why Gu Zizhou's son had a face similar to that of Brother Qingchen, but he couldn't help but feel heartache when he saw Yan Li looking at Sichen's face in a daze and sadness. He once again made his own decision and contacted Nalan Mo, but he didn't expect Yan Li to be extremely straightforward and personally handed over Sichen to Nalan Mo as an apprentice. Perhaps, looking at such a god-like face every night is not only not an antidote for him, but it reminds him everywhere how selfish, how cruel, and how he lost it inadvertently!

He built a palace that was more magnificent than the palace for Brother Qingchen, but he never set foot in a new palace, but often stayed in the Hou Mansion, sat on the wisteria trellis, looked up at the starry sky, and his eyes were full of fatigue from prosperity. He named his son "Qingchen", and called "Qingchen" over and over again, but his eyes showed deep sadness and remorse. He was afraid of being left alone in the empty palace, but he refused to let anyone accompany him, including Concubine Liang.

He conquered all countries, traveled all over the world, and everywhere he went, he would always leave a bouquet of the most famous and beautiful flowers in the local area, and everywhere he went, he would always put the most famous local food and wine in a place with excellent scenery.

He conquered almost all the strong men in the world, and on the day the army entered the city, he always sat alone at the top of the palaces of various countries, playing a song alone.

He has established immortal deeds, he has achieved supreme brilliance, he has a dazzling light, and his crown covers the world, but he is alone and haggard.

Before I knew it, it had been six years, and it turned out that Brother Qingchen had been gone for six years!

Time is like water, all people and things are slowly forgotten, maybe there are many people who don't remember Fang Qingchen's face, don't remember Fang Qingchen's exploits, only Yan Li, day and night thinking about Fang Qingchen's words and deeds, eyebrows and eyes.

Such affection, for Yan Li, although it makes people sigh and regret the heartache, but for the emperor and Yan Guo, it is a fatal injury. Wei Yao sighed countless times, although the person he respected the most was Fang Qingchen, but the person who was the most resentful was also Fang Qingchen! He assisted

Helping Yan Li achieve a legend, he also single-handedly destroyed this amazing legend!

Love is deep and long-lived, strong is humiliating, love is deep, it is full of pain, and the fate is at the end, but it is sin!

"Xiaoshui, doesn't Qingchen resent me and hate me......" A low voice sounded, with endless sadness.

"Brother Qingchen wants to protect you until he dies, how can he resent you and hate you?"

"Really? I hurt him, betrayed him, his love was deeper than mine, and I was stupid enough to know nothing, and I would only rely on him again and again, but push him away when I didn't need him...... How can such a ruthless and unrighteous me be worth his life?! ”

"The king of Anyi proposed marriage cooperation, and I said to Qingchen: marrying the lord of Yongchang, regardless of whether the king of Anyi is sincere or not, at least the situation of fighting with the clam and the fisherman can be avoided for the time being, and there is no harm in it, as for the ambition of the king of Anyi, there is the constraint of Qingchen, and it is expected that he will not be able to turn it into the palm of his hand......"

"Together, you are beneficial, Your Majesty, of course your choice is right!"

"Hehe, is that really right? At the time, I thought I was right! But why didn't I notice how sad the light dust was? Why am I so cruel, I want him to accompany me to propose and welcome marriage, to accompany me to deal with all the guests, to officiate at the wedding, to accompany him to drink and laugh, while I go to the cave room to spend candle nights......"

"Qingchen's alcohol consumption has never been very good, but he has excellent self-control, but that night, for the first time, he was so drunk that he couldn't recognize the way, fell asleep by the lake and fell into the water, I actually made fun of him for his poor drinking! He didn't say a word, but looked at me quietly, why was I so dull and stupid that I couldn't see his mind? ”

"He asked me: Do you really love the county lord? Do you know how I answered? I said, "People like us, whether we need it or not, why is it necessary to talk about love?" I respect her and really treat her well, isn't it? ”

"Haha, there's no need to fall in love...... The emperor is destined to be lonely and lonely for a lifetime......"

The wind that swept through my ears seemed to whimper and cry......

He didn't know how to love, and inadvertently hurt that person deeply with a political marriage. When he understood the bitterness of lovesickness, he pushed the man away completely with his own hands......

Twenty-six years have passed by in a snap of a finger, and now looking back, everything is like yesterday, the first time I saw him, wearing a green shirt, a little gentle smile!

Over the years, he has kept fighting and crusading, but I just remember that that day in the spring, he pointed to the sky and laughed, and made a bold statement: Qingchen, let's conquer the world together! Then the man smiled like a spring breeze, as warm as a beautiful jade, and nodded gently!

He kept riding his horse and whipping, and kept crisscrossing the battlefield, but he just remembered that the day when the wind and clouds changed abruptly, the man smiled gently, and said softly: The future and the world are in the palm of your hand!

Responsibility, commitment, expectation, so he can't stop!

It's just that I'm really tired!

Why is it so hard to live without that person?

Why is it painful to live without that person?

Why is it that after the loss, it is only when the person is by his side that he can truly feel happy?

It's just that such cold years, such lovesickness entangled, love silk into the bones and blood, turned into poison, day and night devouring the heart, extremely painful, but willing.

They once made an appointment for a lifetime and never left them.

He did not break his covenant, but he broke it.

For him, his life was forever stuck in the peerless age of twenty, and until his death, he never forsook him.

For him, the rest of the days are without him, and he can only think about you every night without seeing you, and cry until dawn.

Once, he thought that letting him fly high was the best choice for him.

Now, he knows that the only meaning of life is to hold the hand of the son and grow old with the son!

It's just that I can't see the figure of that person anymore, and I can't hold that person's hands anymore, and in the end, it's just loneliness.

Light dust, light dust, I'm not cowardly to escape, I just really, really miss you too much!

I am not tired of life and death, I do not seek wealth in the next life, I only wish that the love will last forever on the stone of three lives!

So, forgive me for my carelessness and forgive me for my willfulness!

In a trance, as if seeing each other in a dream, the person was still dressed in white, with a clear face like a Zhilan jade tree, floating like a fairy.

He was so excited that he rushed forward, stretched out his hand to hug the man into his arms, and wanted to confide in his lifelong lovesickness.

The man took a step back, his eyes were like black jade, no longer gentle like water, but he looked at himself coldly, with a little alienation, a little indifference, and a little determination in his eyes.

"Light dust, light dust, don't go, don't leave me again......"

The man's expression was as calm as water, but his eyes were as cold as ice, and he couldn't help but tremble like a leaf in the wind.

"Light dust, light dust, is it painful to be poisoned by the strange poison of Tianyi Holy Water? Isn't it painful to be hurt and betrayed? Isn't it painful to be moved but not loved? ”

"Knowing that lovesickness is bitter, but bitter lovesickness, isn't it painful?"

"I obviously love someone very much, but I can't say it when I am so depressed, I can only watch him laugh, watching him talk to others, isn't it painful?"

It's his hallucination, Qingchen will never treat him so resolutely and alienated, but if it is not Qingchen, how can he so paradoxically integrate the two temperaments of pride and indifference, and even indifference with elegance and dust? After all, he was responsible for Qingchen, after all, he disappointed and resented Qingchen, right?

"Losing the person you love the most, you are the only one in this world who is reincarnated, it really hurts!"

"Why, you taught me poetry and martial arts, but you didn't teach me, it turns out that it hurts so much to love someone? Or, you don't know yourself, it turns out that it's better to know each other than to love each other, in the end, who let go of whose hand? ”

"If it is destined to be the end of parting, why bother to meet and fall in love? got the world, but lost you, in the end, who is more painful? ”

The wind and snow swept in, and the man turned his head away indifferently without saying a word!

He chased after him, but the overwhelming snow blocked his way and blocked his sight, and the white and elegant shadow disappeared between heaven and earth in an instant......

At that moment, an unforgettable pain hit the whole body, and tears suddenly welled up in my eyes.

"Light Dust...... Light dust ......"

Despair slowly dyed his deep eyes, he tried his best to widen his eyes, and used the last bit of strength of his life to look at the empty space, there, as if it was going back in time, when the spring was brilliant, the light spring shirt, the light dust looked back and raised his eyebrows, as if time had flown by, when the flying snow was romantic, the white clothes were better than the snow, and the light dust was smiling......

Wei Yao felt that the fingers that had been holding him tightly gradually loosened, and he couldn't help but feel a sour feeling in his heart, tears like broken pearls, drop by drop, drop by drop, inadvertently, it was already tears.

"Your Majesty, don't worry, I won't let you be lonely and lonely!"

Everyone in the world thought that Fang Qingchen's ashes were flying in the wind, and there was no trace of them, only Wei Yao knew, and there was another copy, which was stored in a small crystal bottle, which was collected by Yan Li!

Since we love each other, we will never be separated from each other when we deserve to die!

I hope that there will be reincarnation in the world, and I can get the promise of three lives, and there will be no more yin and yang separation, life and death......

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Emperor Cong and resolute, tenacious and brave, Wei Wu scriptures, with a brave and mighty posture, with the will to help the world and the people, take advantage of the time, calm the chaos of the world, six years into the emperor's industry. Rise cloth, respect for learning, martial arts chaos, and peace in writing.

- "Yan History: Taizu Benji"

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Originally, I was going to stop writing until Qingchen died, but there was always a sense of unfinished intention, plus Yin Yin, Petal and others have been strongly demanding that they must abuse someone, so there is a chapter that is like a snake painting.

It's just that after I finished writing, I suddenly realized that I didn't succeed in abusing someone, but I abused myself half to death......

Every day and night, there is always a figure in my mind, how sad and sad, how to regret and lament, but a certain one's pen power is too poor, I can't write that kind of artistic conception, I can't write that kind of heartbreak and sadness, so I feel sorry for myself, desperately pull my hair, and be infinitely entangled......

I think that at the beginning, in order to write about the feeling of abuse, I asked everyone if there was an abuse article that I could learn from, but everyone in the group said: Please refer to Nalan! 555555…… The abuse of the stepmother is really the best...... The problem is, if I can learn the three points of my stepmother, it won't make me abuse myself to internal injuries, sigh, my stepmother's skills are invincible, how can I learn it easily!

The so-called abuse may just be a feeling, a kind of artistic conception, some people feel very abusive, and some people feel that they are not abusive, which is a matter of opinion.

But at this point, I don't know whether it is because my brain cells have died too much and become sentimental, or because I am self-righteous and sad, but I can't bear to write anymore. In the past, I have commented on Fang Qingchen's perfect love, comparing the love of the people in the small building with the love of sexual virtue, but I feel that if one day, Fang Qingchen or Ah Han really falls in love with someone, and it is an unforgettable deep love, then, how can they face the short life of their lover who is almost immortal? How to spend your life in long thoughts? Is the "color of the wheat field" really uncomplaining and regretless? The so-called deep love is not long-lived, that kind of pain, that kind of suffering, it makes me shudder! Perhaps, if you don't fall in love, you should do your homework, and for them, it is the real kindness!

Envy Fang Qingchen is resolute, strong, and willful, because he can't do it.

I used to read novels, and I hated the most thunderous those who were abused by Xiao Attack to be half dead, but Xiao Attack apologized guiltily, and immediately forgave Xiao Attack Xiao Shou (of course, the male pig and female pig in romance novels are the same), so, when I first watched Xiao Lou, I saw the absolute decision of "I will rest if you have no heart", and when I saw the tragedy of the unforgettable heart, I was in tears, and I was shocked beyond words. Gorgeously above the light dust.

Because of nymphomania,So I wrote this fan.,Unexpectedly,In the end,I wrote about Yan Li's sentence "If it's destined to be the end of parting.,Why bother to meet and fall in love?" ", suddenly remembered Professor Zhuang's words: "For you, it's just a game and a dream, but for him, it's a lifetime of pain", completely hurt for Yan Li, in the end, who is more painful? If it weren't for the papers of the people in the small building, what would be their fate? Wouldn't it be happier? Somebody has hit a dead end, 5555......

In the past, when Nalan wrote about Ahan's death from the punishment of grooming in his previous life, he said: It was too hurtful and sad to write that chapter after it was written. Khan, sure enough, is abusing people at the same time, it is also self-abuse, so say, Nalan, watch is a stepmother, for the sake of your own body, for the sake of our little heart, you hurry up and change careers to be a mother, tears!