Sentiment is like poetry.

Turning over the days after the encounter, the heart blooms with the flowers of those times.

The soul is also like poetry, accompanying you to taste life, and you will bloom those realistic situations yourself.

Luo Fan stood on the edge of the cliff, blowing the wind, holding a gun, thinking of the girl who slept on the ice bed, Luo Fan's heart couldn't help but feel a little melancholy.

The youth of poetry, and as you read the time and years, the road of poetry does not enter the world of your thoughts.

In my memory, the spring breeze met the south bank of the river again, when the bright moon shone on my melancholy, at this time there was no her around, and my thoughts were like an untouchable net, slowly extending in my heart, covering all my thoughts, and I couldn't move for a moment.

The memory is not the true face of Lushan, only because of the understanding of being in this mountain, the memory of the little lotus only shows sharp corners, and the light that has long been on the head of the dragonfly is gone. In that memory, I want to compare West Lake to Xizi, and the years of light makeup and heavy makeup are unprecedented.

You go into time, and you go into situational time.

Acacia poems all over the place, once the years do not know each other, it is difficult to sew the fate of fragmentation, although goodbye will eventually become a dream.

Standing on the edge of the cliff, the summer wind is light and cool, thinking back a few times, and Li Yixue on the cliff side of Baiyun Mountain, climbing high and looking far away, watching the sunset from afar, not just like the scene at this time.

But the unfamiliar familiarity always carries a little pain, which makes people's breathing become depressing. The heavy air makes people be asked by memories, and people are led by memories, nostalgia, nostalgia, and whispers are difficult to compile, and tears are born with emotion.

Whenever it is late at night, Luo Fan often climbs a mountain cliff alone, thinks alone in the air, lets his heart float in the air, lets the good memories float on the clouds, is blown around by the wind, and the rain turns into rain in spring and summer, and the rain falls on the mood. Those who met, met and knew each other, and parted, lay on the ice bed and became ice sculptures.

Alone on the cliff, recalling each other's warmth, is the residual warmth left by the past, afraid not to pay attention, forget this, just in the evening, to see the sunset, recall at this time of you, like a memory scar sealed by ice, beautiful to heartache.

People have memories, love is in the wind, I am here, you are in the dream, or pain.

Missing is like a net, and Luofan is a fish in a net.

At the moment when Luofan was quietly thinking about Li Yixue on the cliff, Ying Jiao, the fourth princess of Tianshan Academy, also climbed a cliff at this moment, although it was the far north, but the summer wind was still so scorching, scorching everyone's restless hearts.

The weeping willows on the edge of the cliff swayed their delicate branches weakly, and at the end of the sky, a round of sunset emitted the last of the remnants of blood.

Looking at the lake below the cliff, birds swept past the lake, causing golden ripples.

The summer wind, which is behind the far north, is also scorching, looking at the silent lake, the picture of acquaintance with Luo Fan in my mind inadvertently emerged.

That stinky boy has never taken this princess seriously, this time he went to the capital alone, facing the deception in the palace, can he, a little border person, eat it, I don't know if he has arrived, have you seen the second brother.

I don't know when, since Luo Fan left Tianshan Academy and walked the world on her behalf, she has already experienced a person in her heart.

That young man, he never looked down on himself, never treated him differently because he was a princess, never clinged to him because he was an official disciple of the academy, he was as small as a speck of dust, but now he quietly lived in his heart.

The breeze by the lake, the ripples brought by the wind are the letters of the distant wind, I hope to give you a greeting.

Missing is an endless net, netting you and him.

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At night, usually when a family chats about family affairs, His Majesty the Emperor has dealt with a lot of things today, a little tired, but he did not feel tired, and he went to the queen's bedroom after the imperial meal.

In the queen's bedroom, the queen's son, the eldest prince, was sitting slightly, looking a little cramped and uneasy, knowing that after the father and emperor dealt with political affairs during the day, family affairs would stay here to deal with them, very interesting, after dinner, he came here directly, and did not dare to delay for a moment.

Seeing His Majesty the Emperor appear, he lifted the front of the royal robe and knelt down with a snap.

The Great Qin Imperial Family, or His Majesty the Emperor today, has always attached great importance to family affection, and His Majesty the Emperor has even more trust in his eldest prince. He will never lose face in front of his courtiers, but the eldest prince knows that the so-called face is earned by himself, and if he still wants face today, then his father will be very faceless.

Sure enough, His Majesty the Emperor today did not call him to get up very rarely, but looked at his face condescendingly and coldly, observing how much of the pain between his son's eyebrows and eyes, and how much acting skills there were in those sorrows, until a long time later, under the persuasion of the queen beside him, he looked a little dark, and said in a cold voice: "Raise your head and look at me." ”

His Royal Highness the Great Prince slowly raised his head and looked directly at the soul-snatching gaze that appeared above.

"Wutong is the worship of your mansion?"

"Yes. ”

"Your second brother asked him to go to the academy, do you think it's a pity?"

"Erchen didn't dare. ”

"You think Song Xiaoxiao is so easy to kill, if the demon cultivator appears, your martial arts will probably be a broken corpse. He has his own advantages in going to the academy to study, and your second brother will not want your people. ”

The history of the existence of Tianshan Academy is longer than that of the Qin State, Wutong is known as a genius of cultivation, in that world-famous academy, it must be inevitable to go further, the eldest prince was slightly stunned and hurriedly thanked him.

"No thanks, at least not for you. "Emperor

The emperor looked at his brother and said in a cold voice: "It's not easy for my Great Qin to produce a talent, so your second brother wants to protect him, and he is also in harmony, but my Great Qin's talent can only serve the Great Minister, and must not become your private wealth, understand?"

The eldest prince suddenly felt his heart tighten, sweat seeped out of his back like pulp, and instantly wet the royal robe, he didn't know how to respond verbally, so he could only bow his head again and ask for forgiveness in a humble manner.

"I've rewarded you with a lot of good things over the years, and recently the inner library has been a little tight, you make some contributions, and I remember your goodness. ”

"Brother Chen, don't dare. ”

"Is there anything in this world that you don't dare to do?"

The emperor smiled and said: "A dignified prince, you are the eldest son of the current emperor, and you actually let the steward go to open a restaurant and monitor the general of the country, what is your intention?" ”

It's not a sneer, there is no sharp edge in the words, but the eldest prince feels that the invisible pressure on his body suddenly increases a few points, and the speed of sweat gushing out of his back is getting faster and faster, nervously waiting for His Majesty's follow-up will, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't hear it, so he can't help but be a little suspicious.

The smile on the emperor's face gradually faded, and he looked at him calmly and said, "I refuse to punish you this time, not because of anything else, but because the restaurant owner who is in charge of your family has said a word of absolute loyalty to me for you. ”

The eldest prince suddenly realized that after Song Xiaoxiao went to the restaurant yesterday, the steward had relayed Wang Fulu's report, although he thought he was loyal to the man on the dragon chair, but he was not happy that his subordinates said too much, and he always felt a little embarrassed, but today he thought about it thanks to what the man said.

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