Get out of here, rivals

The sound of the bell vibrated the woman's tympanic membranes through the distant void. The woman gradually regained her clarity from the chaos. She lifted her eyelids with difficulty, and the corners of her mouth twitched.The only Qingming supported her and counted the bells, no more, no less, exactly 27, which was the death knell of the emperor.

I don't know how long she stayed in this dark prison. For countless days and nights, her eyes had already dried up and she couldn't shed a single tear. The memories of this life flashed back and forth in my mind like a horse watching flowers, and there was nothing to be nostalgic about.After calculating for two lifetimes, in the end it was just a moon in a mirror in the water, all in vain!Not even a confidant.

Qin Heng, I wonder if the debt I owed has been paid off?Qin Yuyan raised her eyes with difficulty, and what she saw was the blurred mottled wall. Is this the place where she will be buried in this life?Qin Yuyan suddenly smiled. If there was an afterlife, she would be willing to be an ordinary person, and hope that these countless days and nights can dissipate the debts of two lifetimes.

Inside the imperial study

The young man in black clothes stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back. His figure was tall and slender, like a poplar standing proudly in the pine forest in the mountains. From the side, all he could see was his sharp-edged side face and tightly pursed lips. For some reason, his figure seemed a little lonely.

It was extremely cold at the top, and when he finally sat in this position, he truly understood the meaning of this sentence.The royal father had been with him for ten years, but he finally left him.He will never forget that his father was smiling when he left. He knew that his father missed his uncle. His father only loved one person in his life. .What kind of relationship is this? In the long years to come, Leng Ye will savor and understand it carefully.

Large tracts of poppies flutter in the wind, dazzling red fills people's eyes, and the fragrance of the poppies drifts away with the wind, as if they are about to drift to the distant unknown.A woman in white clothes came from among the flowers, the wind blew her sleeves, and she was dyed with the fragrance of flowers, holding a guqin in her arms, she looked like a fairy.

"Aheng, Xue'er came to see you today." The woman finally stopped in front of the lonely grave surrounded by large poppies, and said softly, her voice was ethereal, as if it came from a distant void.

As soon as she finished speaking, she realized that someone had just come to this cloaked tomb, and the faint smell of wine was wafting in the wind, and there was a bunch of bright poppies in front of it, with fiery red petals swaying slightly.

The woman smiled slightly, but she was inexplicably sour. The mortals are three thousand, but they are all idiots, just like her, like the Lord, like Murongchen.

A man in white clothes sat casually at the table and drank heavily. The strong and mellow white wine slid from his delicate chin to the rolling white Adam's apple. On the table was a white jade flute, crystal clear , the man drunkenly put down the wine bowl, his black eyes inadvertently saw the jade flute, a smear of pain flashed across, he flicked his wide sleeve, and the fine jade flute immediately fell to the ground, breaking into several pieces, ignoring the sound coming from around him. The man whispered, the man stood up with a flick of his sleeves, picked up the wine jar, and said softly: "It's rare to have a confidant!" leaving behind a lonely and depressed figure.

The author has something to say: I want to cry when I write it.