......

On the day of Ye Lanxi's wedding, thirteen-year-old Ye Jinlan trotted out of the General's Mansion and followed the sedan chair she got married to for a while.

As he ran, he suddenly stopped, crouched against the wall, shook his little shoulders and hugged his knees, and cried.

"I'm a stinky brother, Sister Lan Xi she doesn't like a stinky brother, Sister Lan Xi she doesn't like me......"

"I obviously said that I would be spoiled as the happiest brother in the world......"

"I said that I would spoil my ......"

"It turned out to be all a lie to my ......"

"Lie to my ......"

"Lie to me......"

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Meanwhile.

The City Lord's Mansion in the Hidden City.

Wen Ruchu stood on the viewing platform wrapped in a cloak, staring at the direction of the sunset in the western sky, as if he was full of sorrow in his heart, and his expression was gloomy.

The sun sets on the west mountain, and the morning glow is shining.

It should be a warm soft light, but it is so dazzling and piercing.

The last remnant sun on the horizon was like blood and crimson.

......

Thirteen years have passed.

But he always thinks of the innocent little girl from time to time.

When I first met her, I was at the foot of Youran Mountain.

She just crashed into his arms, she crashed into his heart like that.

Time flies, so many years have passed since he and her first met.

And today is the day she got married.

Today, she must be very beautiful, very beautiful......

It's a pity he can't see it.

Now he is a sick seedling.

Unable to withstand wind and sun.

The door can't go out, and the second door can't be stepped out.

The wind at night was a little cold, blowing on his body, and his body and mind were as if they were being destroyed by countless ice blades.

"City Lord, City Lord!"

"The city lord has fainted, come on, come on!"

"Hurry up, go to the back mountain to notify the divine doctor, and inform the divine doctor that the city lord has fainted!"

......

The years are like a thief.

At this time, Qiancang has changed from a handsome man in his early twenties thirteen years ago to a handsome uncle in his thirties.

He finally got a beard.

His temper is still so hot.

Arrogant and arrogant.

He stood in Wen Ruchu's dormitory, lifted the table, raised his hand and pointed to the guards and servants who knelt on the ground and scolded in surprise: "Didn't I tell you, don't let the city lord blow the wind, can't let the city lord blow the wind, can't let the city lord blow the wind, who led the city lord to the viewing platform to blow the wind!!!

The subordinates were frightened enough by his scolding.

All of them were pale and didn't dare to squeak.

But in fact, Qian Cangqiong knew that Wen Ruchu was going to the moon viewing platform by himself.

So after he vented his emotions, he waved his hand and continued to drink: "Get out!"

"Yes yes yes !!!"

The guards and servants withdrew from the dormitory.

Not for a while.

In Nuoda's dormitory, there are only two people left, Wen Ruchu and Qiancang.

Wen Ruchu was wrapped in a cloak, standing in front of the window with his hands in his hands, tilting his head slightly, looking at the moonlight outside the window.

He seems to have been in this position for a long time.

"Wen Ruchu, don't blame me for speaking ugly, I have been holding on for thirteen years, your body functions can no longer be supported, and your life is just in these few days. ”

"Well, I know. ”

The corners of Wen Ruchu's mouth hooked up a slightly curved smile.

But that smile didn't reach the bottom of his eyes.

Those dark and charming gray-brown eyes were filled with a melancholy glow.

The back is depressed, and the expression is gloomy.

"......"

The thousand firmaments sighed, and sat down on a low floor in the hall.