After Qi Han left, Su Juan sat beside the desk, her eyes filled with tears, and her eyes were full of too many grievances.

Seeing the young lady silently shedding tears, ignoring the wound on the wrist, the wrist was already skinless, the bruise was bright red, and there were faint beads of blood.

Xiao Zhao held Su Xuan's hand, crying while taking the "medicine", the young lady was originally injured, and now it is injured on top of injury.

Xiao Zhao cried sadly and said: "Miss, it's better for us to go back to Xiangye's mansion, even if the master is angry with Miss again, but Mrs. She loves Miss." Never let the young lady be wronged. ”

Su Juan heard Xiao Zhao mention her mother, she would never be able to return to the Prime Minister's Mansion, her mother suffered from heart disease, and she was most taboo about joy and sorrow, if she saw her own "touch", I was afraid that she would not be able to bear it.

"Zhao'er, I won't leave. You have to remember that no matter what happens, you can't let the old lady know. ”

Xiao Zhao knew that Miss was a filial daughter, and she also said this when she saw Miss pitiful.

Xiao Zhao agreed to Su Juan's request and bandaged her wounds, but now that it was late at night, he waited for Su Juan to sleep, put down the curtains, and then blew out the lamp and candle and slept on the floor and clothes.

The moon on the horizon walked lonely through the clouds, and the silent night seemed to only hear the night wind rustling through the sycamores.

Qi Han sat in the pavilion in the garden and drank alone, the dragon "Yin" sword was placed on his side, and he held an emerald "colored", lustrous jade pendant, decorated with acacia buckles, which was given to him by Li Shu.

Her heart was filled with sorrow, and her deep eyes looked at the night sky, and such a night reminded her of her sweetheart.

I still remember the top of the mountain, under the moonlit night, the two of them drank wine and danced under the moon, how happy they were, and now they are married to someone else, and she is also married to the prince.

Why is the world so unfair, as the eldest son of the emperor, he is subservient to others, and he has to endure the pain of losing his mother before he is a minor, and now even his beloved can't stay together.

He kicked the jade pendant into his arms, picked up the dragon sword, and jumped up and fell into a spacious clearing.

The body danced, and the silver rays in the night sky crossed the night sky, which was originally a beautiful and elegant sword move, but at this time, it was full of cold chill, as if to vent the dissatisfaction in his heart.

As the sword moves became sharper and sharper, the sword qi drove the air flow around the body, producing a huge aura, as if the anger in the heart had swelled to the extreme.

With the most stabbing move, a powerful sword qi finally found a breakthrough and spread out, and the flowers and plants in the garden were blown down by the air waves, even the sycamore that had just filled the branches was not spared, and the sycamore petals were scattered in the night sky.

In the quiet night, the moon was hanging high, Su Juan was lying on the bed in the room, her throat was thirsty, and there was a pain in her wrist, which made her frown, and the long night told her how to sleep.

Su Juan couldn't sleep, so she 'groped' beside the brocade pillow, found the fire fold, lifted the curtain, and went down to pour a cup of herbal tea to drink.

Seeing Xiao Zhao lying on the ground in a deep dream, he couldn't bear to disturb her, so he stretched out his hand and tucked the corner of her back for her.

walked to the side of the desk and poured a cup of herbal tea to drink, the herbal tea was bitter and unpalatable, just like Su Juan's mood at this time.

The night breeze blew into the room along the latticework, the curtains danced softly, and the candles flickered.

Su Juan put down the teacup and walked to the window, through the window, the starry window was far away, and there were few stars hanging faintly in the cold night sky, and it looked so lonely.

At this time, her body hurt, her heart hurt even more, she was so uncomfortable to hold her breath in her chest, Su Juan couldn't sleep at all, picked up the coat that was put on the screen, pushed open the door of the room, and she wanted to go out for a walk.

Su Juan came to the courtyard with steady steps, looking up at the sky with sad eyes, the coldness of her lover and the desperation of her father tore her heart to pieces, and the people he cared about the most were so unwilling.

The night breeze was blowing slowly, and the petals that were blown away fell in the air, and Su Juan stretched out his hand to catch the petals that fell in the air, and held it in his hand to unfold. A familiar fragrance rushed into the nose, and it turned out to be sycamore petals.

In May, the sycamore flowers are just full of branches, and before the cherry blossoms are falling, how can there be a scene of flowers and rain in the sky.

The eyebrows were lightly raised, and Su Wan had a question in his heart, the sycamore flower was his favorite flower, and the courtyard where he lived in the prime minister's mansion was full of sycamores when he was a child, and he often sat under the sycamore tree and "swinged" on the swing when he was a child.

My father said that the phoenix perched on the sycamore, so his boudoir was called Yinfeng Pavilion. It can be seen that his father has long regarded himself as a bargaining chip for interests, and he didn't want to attract any phoenix when he was a child, he just wanted to follow Brother Han's side.

Now that I think about it, what a beautiful dream it was.

She often came to Langwangfu when she was a child, and Su Juan still remembered that there were sycamores planted in the garden of Langwangfu, and the sycamore tree was just a clumsy branch at that time, and the petals didn't come from there.

Su Juan retracted her thoughts, dragged up her clothes, stepped on the moonlight, and walked in the direction of the petals falling with small steps.

After a sword dance, he sat down in the pavilion again and drank, but found that he couldn't get drunk. I heard the sound of light footsteps in the distance, and looked at the source of life.

Su Juan followed the direction of the petals all the way to the garden, and saw the familiar plane tree through the moonlight.

Slowly came to the plane tree, his eyes were full of starlight, and he stretched out his hand to touch the rough bark of the plane tree, which confirmed the passage of time.

I didn't expect that the clumsy branches of my childhood are now so lush, full of flowers, revealing a refreshing fragrance, and all the good memories of my childhood come to my heart, which is the best memory of my life.

The rough texture was finely rubbed, and tears had already rippled in his eyes. The sycamore tree is still there, but the gentle cold brother of his childhood is gone.

Qi Han, who was hiding in the dark, saw Su Juan, who looked sad, and it turned out that she was not as strong as she looked.

A cold voice sounded, "Ah Xuan, since you feel wronged, why do you still stay in the palace." ”

Su Juan heard the voice of Qi Han, held back the tears in the corners of his eyes, through the soft moonlight, Qi Han, who was dressed in moon white clothes, was still as handsome as before, but his eyes were endlessly cold.

"Ah Juan will not leave, the clumsy branches of the year can bloom flourishing, Ah Juan doesn't believe that Brother Han's heart is made of stone, and he really has no feelings for Ah Juan. ”

The cold in Qi Han's bones, his sharp eyes are like electricity, splitting the dark night, what he hates most is the memory of his childhood, but what Su Juan cares about the most is that beautiful memory.

Su Juan is a thorn in his heart, in order to pull this thorn out of his heart, he can only be a little more ruthless.

"Ah Juan, since you refuse to forget jì's childhood memories, let this king help you forget jì. ”

As he spoke, he picked up the dragon sword in his hand, transported the internal force to the blade, and waved the sword move, and the silver light pierced the night sky.

In an instant, the flourishing sycamore branches and leaves were flying, and the ground was full of dead branches and leaves.

Qi Han accepted the sword move, and Leng Mang looked at Su Xuan, "If you still stay in the palace, what awaits you is only humiliation." ”

The finely broken sycamore petals fell, Su Juan's eyes were full of tears, and he sat down among the stump branches and leaves, holding the petals scattered on the ground, crying heartbreakingly.

"Qi Han, you are so ruthless, you don't even want to leave me the last bit of good memory. ”