Huaxin knew that Shuyi's appointment to play chess with her was fake, and she had something to say to her if it was true. And she happened to have something to explain to him.

She and he really needed a chance to sit down and talk calmly, even if it was a goodbye, and it was time for a formal finish.

Just like at the beginning, he was thousands of miles of red silk, and the Ming media was marrying and welcoming her into the house.

After withdrawing the life and death array, the painting heart escaped with the book to the moon platform.

The chessboard, fragrant tea, are all ready, smoked with orchid, surrounded by potted plum blossoms, red as cinnabar, petals layer upon layer, is a rare variety, obviously painstakingly put a lot of thought into it.

With a dexterous turn of her eyes, she casually looked at the pavilions of the new palace, and after a moment, she returned her gaze to Shuyi.

In the middle of the night, under the lonely lamp, she held her son to play with him. Her chess skills are not good, and her chess skills are extremely perfunctory.

She kept telling him how much she liked to be with Light and Chen, and kept telling him how He Light and Dust had taken care of her during her time in Yaoling Village.

She smiled and shared the bits and pieces between her and the light and the dust, and finally told him, "So can you let me go? Don't meddle in any of my affairs again, I want to entrust the rest of my life to him." ”

didn't take into account the loss in Shuyi's heart between his eyebrows.

Although she knew that it was very inappropriate for her to do so, she could not think of a better way.

She didn't want him to stain her blood and bear the sins of not being clean.

Shuyi sat wearily in the shadow under the flower branches, pinching the black jade chess pieces in his hand, his heart was blocked as if there was a stone weighing ten thousand catties, and he felt very laborious even to breathe.

He didn't expect that in the month he disappeared, Heguang Tongchen really lived in her heart, and he didn't seem to have left a trace in her memories.

It was only then that he realized that she had probably wiped him out of her heart.

Gently dropped, he half-propped up on the chess table, forced a calm smile and smiled, "Words can't be said too dead, a lifetime is so long, there will always be some changes for no reason, someone once said that they would love me for thousands of years, it's not an instant, it will change." ”

Shuyi's words were firm and cold, with a hint of irony.

Obviously, he loves her so deeply in his heart, but what he shows her is never Xueyue and Fenghua, but fangs and claws.

In the face of his ridicule, the roots of the painting heart and ears are hot, she recognizes these.

Seeing that she was silent, Shuyi took a sip of tea, collected his expression, and said casually, "If the princess wants to remarry, this king does not guarantee that he will not kill him." ”

The wind of the winter moon was already cold, but at this time it was blowing more and more depressed, the painting heart clenched his cuffs, looked at Shuyi, suppressed the complex emotions in his heart, and said sonorously and forcefully, "At that time, I will sacrifice my life, in this life, I will not be separated from him." ”

The scarlet gauze lamp hanging on the plum branch shone on her pale face, illuminating her eyes that were clear and bright, and her eyes were cold and resolute.

Shuyi glared at her, almost by the alienation in her eyes.

Huaxin laughed unseriously, staring at Shuyi's tightly knit brows, resisting the urge to reach out to smooth it.

In the dark light, his cold eyebrows were as handsome as before, the appearance of a person she had liked for 170,000 years.

And he is the same dust as the light, he can only choose one, flesh and spirit, and she chose the latter.

But when you think about it, it's a bit regrettable. She hopes that the last person who will be by her side can be a complete Junyi, and no one will live up to it.