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The graceful woman sitting alone in front of the bronze mirror held a peach wood comb and focused on her strands of hair, as in the past.

Her movements were gentle and slow, the friction between her teeth and her hair was always just right, neither too light nor too heavy, and in a short period of time, her hair went from slightly scattered to unusually soft, combined with her natural snowy skin and eyes like a clear spring, she has an irresistible attraction for many men at this moment, even if she just sits there quietly and does not say a word.

The autumn wind is deep, and the nights are colder.

She seemed to be accustomed to this coldness, and there was no slight discoloration between her eyebrows, just combing the green silk on her head over and over again, tirelessly.

Death for a confidant.

Women are the ones who please themselves.

Who is the Yiren sitting alone in front of the bronze mirror grooming?

She knows.

A lot of people know about it.

Only the man seemed to understand whether he understood or not.

It's better to know better than not to know anything.

She often comforted herself with that.

Today, it seems that it is the 500th year that she has known him.

This kind of time is equivalent to the life of several mortals.

Life is a lifetime, the grass and trees are autumn, and the grass and trees are always easy to be blown by the storm, so people's lives are always so short and fragile, so fragile that even she, a woman who has always admitted that she is not very sad, sighs for it.

In addition to sighing, there is also happiness.

Because neither he nor she are mortals, one is the son of the Shennong clan in the past, and the current Emperor Yan, the other is the saintess of the Nuwa clan in the past, and the current emperor and queen.

Their innate identity and bloodline have given them many things, including cultivation talent and longevity.

The unattainable boundary between gods and demons in the eyes of countless people is not difficult for him and her, although the former belongs to the category of late bloomers, and he has still managed to rank among the gods and demons within a thousand years.

So according to common sense, even if five hundred years pass, he and her will not age much in appearance.

But many things in this world cannot be judged according to common sense.

In the second year after taking over the throne of Emperor Yan, he took the lead in turning white, and in the following decades, he frequently showed his old state and lost his vigor as before.

She saw it all.

But there is no way to change and stop it.

Just as she couldn't let him deal less with military affairs and spend more time with her, even if she later gave birth to an emperor for him and the Shennong clan, she still couldn't.

For many days and nights, she wanted to rush into the side hall where he was dealing with government affairs, and ask aloud why he treated her like this, and release the anger and resentment she had accumulated over the years.

But until Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor personally led a large army to besiege them in the Hanquan River Valley, she did not do so.

It's not that I can't, but I don't want to.

She didn't want to let him, who was already full of gray hair, fall deeper into exhaustion.

She didn't want all forces to feel that the internal contradictions of the Shennong clan were fierce and there was an opportunity.

She was even more reluctant to let the four words of few conversations become relatively silent.

Hua Lexi, there is music in the name.

She hadn't tasted happiness in years.

The most recent was fifty years ago, when she and his child were born.

At that time, she was full of joy, holding the swaddling baby in her arms, unwilling to let go for a long time, and giggled on the bed for a long time, laughing with both love for the new life and hope for him.

Then he arrived on time, but he stayed for a short time.

After instructing the waiter to take care of their mother and son, and to name the child, he tidied up his clothes and walked away.

She looked at his back for a long time, and watched him walk out of the temple gate, even the breath disappeared, and she wanted to say a lot of things, but after all, she still rotted in her heart.

When the waiters went to prepare the nourishing medicine, she looked at the child in her arms, silent for a long time, and thought for a long time.

Jiang Tai'an.

Taiping Chang'an.

It is a good moral that she can understand the meaning of the name he chose for the child at the first time.

But there were many things she didn't understand.

For example, among the nine concubines, she has the best appearance, the highest status, the greatest talent, and the first place in the harem, but why is she not as much as half of his side concubines in many cases.

If you really don't love it, you won't marry it in the first place.

Although the identity of the saintess of the Nuwa clan is very weighty, it is not the only one, each generation will set up eight places, with the eight women who are the most outstanding in the talent and strength of the descendants of the contemporary Nuwa, and are expected to revitalize the race, in addition, there are sixteen holy sons and so on, she is just one of the eight saints of the Nuwa clan, and when he takes over the position of the saint, he is about to sit on the throne of the eighth Yan Emperor.

Therefore, if he had made up his mind to refuse to marry at that time, even if the senior leaders of the Nuwa clan were angry, they would not have taken the liberty of attacking him and the Shennong clan.

But he never said a word from beginning to end, whether it was in front of people or in private, he was a calm and accepting look, on the wedding night, he never deliberately snubbed her, but spent a good night with her, that is, at that moment, Jiang Yu's three words completely occupied an irreplaceable position in her heart, and she began to imagine a bright future for the two.

But the future is really delayed.

Five hundred years of spring and autumn, passed in a blink of an eye, and before she knew it, she had also grown silver hair in front of the bronze mirror, and some wrinkles appeared at the corners of her eyes.

If that's all there is to it, it's nothing.

After all, Hua Lexi also has a cultivation close to that of the God Emperor, even if she has appeared old in advance because of many troubles over the years, this old state will also be restricted, and it will not be too outrageous, so her appearance still looks no more than thirty years old, and there are only more than ten silver and white hairs, and she still does not lose her charm, but she is no longer peerless.

But the key is that her heart is also growing old and no longer full of hope.

Under the endless loneliness and frustration, this beautiful woman who has poured countless young talents with her own elegance is more and more like a puppet, not laughing, not painful, not sad or happy, when no one comes to look for her, she always sits in front of the bronze mirror, arranges her makeup, and combs her hair.

Know who.

I don't know for whom.

Whether it's green silk or silver hair, comb it together.

Just as she no longer dwells on cause and effect, no longer cares about cause and effect.

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The white hair is 3,000 zhang, and the fate is like a long one.

I don't know where to get the autumn frost in the mirror.

In the middle of the month, the emperor is really fragrant.

Maple forest and clear water, light makeup.

Under the lamp, no one knows the sky.

Only the bronze mirror is heartbroken.

Who has seen this injury?

Who knows about this injury?

See him.

He knows.

He to.

Hua Lexi didn't know when Jiang Yugang came to her.

But after she saw that familiar but unfamiliar figure in the bronze mirror, she wanted to see but didn't want to see, her state of mind immediately showed signs of wavering, and she didn't dare how to condense her mind and how to operate her mana, to no avail.

Why?

Just because when she met the young man named Jiang Yugang by chance five hundred years ago, she unknowingly fell into a poison.

It is colorless and odorless.

There are joys and sorrows.

I don't know where I started, I don't know where I lived.

I don't know where I am, I don't know where I want to go.

Call for a word.

Feeling.

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Hua Lexi did not turn around.

Jiang Yugang didn't step forward either.

One emperor and one queen, monogamy.

Just like that, they saw each other through a bronze mirror.

There are more than ten kinds of sounds in the outside world, such as the sound of soldiers drilling, the sound of army patrols, and the sound of soldiers sleeping soundly, but in this wooden house, which is many times simpler than Yichuan's palace, it is too quiet.

In such a situation, I am afraid that a small silver needle will fall to the ground, and Jiang Yugang and Hua Lexi will also capture that sound as soon as possible.

In the silent silence, the two seemed to have formed a tacit understanding.

Everyone wants to be the first to speak, but when it comes to their mouths, they have many concerns.

It's just that compared with women, Jiang Yugang, who is in the high position of Emperor Yan and is a strong man, is obviously more decisive.

So after a long silence, he finally took the lead and said to the woman who was still comfortable grooming in front of the bronze mirror: "I'm late." ”

In the voice, there was an apologetic meaning.

"Oh?"

A soft sound sounded from Hua Lexi's mouth, although she still never turned around to look directly at Jiang Yuyan, but invisibly, her eyes couldn't help but fall tightly on the slender figure in the mirror, which was both gentle and domineering.

"What difference does it make to you and to me?"

Hua Lexi laughed at himself, his clear and moving eyes full of sadness.

Jiang Yugang's face didn't change much, because long before he came, he had already deduced and looped such a scene countless times in his mind.

Hua Lexi was not surprised, because he was used to the unapproachable side of this man.

It's just that she didn't know how big a wave had been set off in Jiang Yu's heart in this short moment, and what kind of sharp blades those churning waves had turned into, and even he, the Yan Emperor who had the courage to swallow mountains and rivers, had become full of holes unconsciously.

A fleeting look of hesitation flashed in her eyes, Jiang Yu's figure changed suddenly, and she suddenly came behind Hua Lexi in one fell swoop, snatched the peach wood comb that was stained with the fragrance of hair from her hand, and exhaled softly from her mouth, dissipating the breath on the peach wood comb, leaving only her own brand.

He had never been so intently staring at a small object as he was at this moment.

At least Hua Lexi hadn't seen it before.

So when she saw this scene, before she could marvel at Jiang Yu's speed, she fell into extreme surprise and shock.

She didn't know why the man had suddenly snatched the peachwood comb from her hand.

She also didn't know what Jiang Yu's next intention would be.

Jiang Yuyan himself is very clear.

Therefore, before Hua Lexi got up, he reached out with his other palm and pressed her shoulder, his movements were gentle, but he sealed all the Dao power in Hua Lexi's body, and only the blood power of the Nuwa clan was not affected.

It was the only strength she had left at the moment, but he was sure she wouldn't use it.

Not only because he understands the characteristics of Nuwa's bloodline power, but also because he understands her.

Know better than anyone else.

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