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The night is already very deep.

When Nan Wu's palace attendants returned to the palace arranged for Zisang, the moon had slowly shifted westward from the middle, and it would be replaced by the rising sun in two or three hours.

The smell of wine came back again, Nanwu entered the room, Zisang was already half leaning on the high couch, a pot of jade pot with a thin neck in his hand, the spout of the pot was red with water, fat and rouge.

"The best thing in the palace is wine."

After taking another sip, Zisang murmured, "Yunmo is going to blame me, but she still drinks, and when she gets drunk, she will have good dreams and a beautiful night."

A palace official came in and sent some clothes to Nan Wu, and Nan Wu went into the room to change out.

The original pink shirts were all replaced with black ones, and the long hair that was often draped over the back shoulders was also tied on the top of the head.

"Why is it like this again, this is not good." Why do you have to dress upright, why can't you be an ordinary woman.

Clutching an embroidered handkerchief and painted wedding dress, and wearing silk silk to guard your husband's return, don't you think that you have to hold a sword with a fishy smell and a stern look on your face.

Nan Wu came closer, even though Zisang smelled of alcohol all over her body, she still wanted to get some trouble, she said, "I'm leaving."

Um?It was rare to say a few words again, Zisang squinted his eyes drunk, and patted his head, the person in front of him still looked the same.

Nan Wu looked at her.

Did she just say she was leaving?Didn't you say that you will always protect me?

Oh, no, she probably promised the monarch to bring me back, and now that things are done, she is leaving.

Zisang rubbed his forehead again, or maybe it was an illusion, but when he looked at the person in front of him, he turned around to leave.

"Hey."

Nan Wu changed into a black dress with narrow sleeves wrapped around his wrists with brocade, but Zisang missed the sleeves with his hands and lazily held a few fingers.

The knuckles are intertwined, dangling in the air, still hooked.

"Just leave like this?"

He didn't say where he was going, or when he would return, or that he would never see each other again.

"Ah."

"Where to go?"

"can not say."

"Me too?"

Nan Wu squeezed his hands together, holding the three fingers that were only half-folding her in his hands, and then squeezed his hands together, and he held a bare hand in the palm of his hand.

Slightly warm.

After shaking hands, not daring to turn back, two paragraphs came out of my throat, only five words: "Alive. I'm still looking for you."

Parting is the most painful scene. It turns out that I have a pair of eyes on my clumsy face, which also hides the deep love for my children.

He squeezed the pair of hands with slender finger bones because the wine was half cold and not warm, and then let go, and walked towards the half-hidden moon outside.

The sculptures of the Xuansang under the feet creaked, the long sword at the waist clanged lightly, and only after descending the jade steps did he dare to raise his hand to wipe away the heavy tears on his eyelids.

We are swordsmen, but whenever we make a promise, it is like entrusting our fate.

Those who entrust their lives are in debt for a lifetime.

In this way, I used to feel that I gave you my eyes and my whole heart, thinking that everything could be yours, but now I realize that my life is not my own, so how can I give it to you.

As swordsmen, we never casually tell people about our return. After we bid farewell this time, we will find you if we are destined.

Actually, I don't ask for anything.

Spreading out her palm, under the moon was an ordinary Buddhist bead, with some spots on it, engraved with the Buddha seal of everything on the side, and the paint surface was old, so she begged for one thing, to let her see that person again.

Over and over again, begging to see the person who gave her a name, who would chant Amitabha in her ear, and who always talked to her hard before going to bed.

"You, remember to come back."

Looking back to the top of the jade steps, leaning against the door of the hall, the man staggering forward shouted inarticulately.

The brocade painted robes are loose, the crown on the head is swaying, and the face is like jade under the moon.

The drunken face is clear, the crimson face is cold, neither smiles nor cries, just murmurs like that: "You, remember to come back, change your clothes, wear pink and green, abandon the sword and embroider, go to the front house and backyard, look A better sweetheart."

Find a better sweetheart, don't put someone like me who is not worth mentioning in that irrelevant place, it's not good, an empty person like me, if you match an empty person like you, there will be no hope .

The palace people saw that Shijun was drinking like this, and she was about to go down the jade steps with bare feet, and they scrambled to help her go into the hall, not daring to let her get drunk again.

So such a slumped person was helped away from his eyes, only a faint voice from the hall could be heard saying: "Remember to come back."

When is the return date.

Put the Wanshisan Buddha beads into his bosom, press the sword and go again, the morning light alternates, and the original moonlight has long been covered by the rays of the sun.

The wine in the palace is delicious, but it's very cold here, and there are no good dreams. When I wake up with my head supported, the sun is already in the sky outside.

Zisang's first thing was to look at the front and back of the bed before remembering what Meng Li Nanwu seemed to say to her.

It was not a dream, but I really left.

Otherwise, she wouldn't leave me. Zisang called the palace servants over, "I asked you to inquire about the affairs outside the palace last night. Is there any news?"

The palace people looked about thirty years old, solemn and mature, but Fu An, the father-in-law with some seniority in the palace, nodded repeatedly: "I asked the little eunuch who was out of the palace this morning to inquire about it, and I heard that the young master of the Bai family returned to Qinghuan Tower safely. .”

That's good.

We are all fortune tellers.

As soon as Zisang stood up, there was a maid beside her who came to cover her clothes, and waited for her to dress up. She felt her head was shaking yesterday, and she couldn't bear the decorations, so she just rolled them up lightly, don't insert those Very much.

Gong'e had no choice but to do as she wanted. After eating, she carried the wine pot and walked around in the eaves of the palace.

She would like to see how different the royal palace is, which has been described so superbly in this drama review.

Have a drink.

Exiting the hall, I looked up and saw three characters, Fengxian Hall. Coincidentally, it is rumored that Princess Jili lived in this place.

Swaying down the jade steps, this place is empty, only palace people pass by from time to time on the corridors on both sides.

It is rare to see even a bird in the sky.

The palace people followed her and looked at each other in blank dismay. It was probably the first time they had seen such a bold person since entering the palace, without the slightest bit of etiquette.

It is said that she looks like a farmer in the mountains, but whether it is her posture or her posture, she is more like a fairy who has just come out of the world.

However, there are rumors in the palace, but there is nothing good about it. It is said that there is an extra Shijun in the palace. It was originally the daughter of Marquis Fengshuo who was living outside, and she looks the same as Princess Jili back then. .

It has been passed on and on, Shijun, who has been degraded for a long time, sings and drinks well, and behaves frivolously.

The words flowed along with the wind, and they blew all over the Nanliang Palace. Occasionally, You Zisang sat in the corridor of the palace, which was so big, and drank by himself.

One day, I heard a palace official say after turning the corner: "Your Majesty is so pitiful. He is so ill. He just wants to find someone of his own blood and flesh to inherit the throne. Who knows Shijun is such a person."

The other took it and put his head down and echoed: "No, I don't read or think about anything all day long, and I don't even care about the crown. The officials below have already secretly united. If the king dares to say that such a person is the heir, immediately I'm going to write a book."

A group of gossiping palace people turned around from behind the palace wall, and met a woman with embroidered badge patterns who was looking at them with slightly smoked eyes, and was frightened out of their wits, and knelt down trembling in unison.

"Very well said."

Young Master Sang stretched out his fingers, touching the bodies of these little eunuchs, and touched Daxue who was squatting next to him with the other hand.

Listening carefully to the voices of several people saying forgiveness, I moved my ears, pointed to one of them and the father-in-law Fuan next to him, and said, "It should be him who said, 'Don't think about anything, don't care about anything.' That's really good, Reward him with a big ingot."

Fu An bowed his body, and asked the little eunuch who was following him to hand the reward sign to the little eunuch.

A group of palace people kneeling on the ground were a little at a loss, looking at each other, they didn't understand what was going on in this Shijun, and if they said she was bad, they would be rewarded instead.

After the group left, Fu An still couldn't bear it.

These days, this Shijun really doesn't read or think about anything, he just drinks every day, feeds the wolves, wanders around, and rewards the palace people when he sees them.

"It's obvious that the next person committed this crime, why did Shijun reward him?"

"There are very few people in the world who tell the truth, even fewer who speak accurately and truthfully. If he can speak face to face, I will reward him more."

It's boring to tell the truth when you have to tell it by heart.Zisang greeted Daxue, and went shopping elsewhere.

This palace is really big, I haven't touched a corner after running for so many days.

There are so many palace rules, but Zisang probably violated all of them, and no one dared to punish her. Apart from Duke Qingxi, the palace is the biggest in Shijun.

There is a rumor in the jokes of Unofficial History that Qing Xigong spent half his life as a soldier, and returned with a large number of lands and mountains, and the beauties who returned all had white heads.

Duke Qingxi sat on the throne for too long, and personally buried all the concubines and concubines in his life, and all his sons are just in line with the fate of a high position and widows.

No one dared to punish her, but she still couldn't get out of the palace gate.

"Like the supreme king, you can't leave the palace easily. If you don't have a letter from the king, Shijun can't leave the palace."

Within the palace enclosure, all the people would bow down and kowtow when they saw her, but only the people on the palace wall dared to look at her from top to bottom, and they kept saying that it was the ancestral system.

The palace walls were thick and the palace gates were closed tightly, so she had no choice but to run away on her silver wolf as big as a pony.

Daxue could eat several catties of high-quality beef and mutton every day in the palace, and her body became stronger and stronger. When she ran, the maids in the palace behind complained.

Such a Shijun came to the palace, and it was lively and tossed for a few days, so that a person with a medicine box came and didn't notice it.

Wearing a light blue|medical official robe and a black gauze cap, the man bent down to pick up a high-soled embroidered shoe that had been kicked and discarded beside him.

Look at the birds and beasts above, and look at the man riding on the wolf's back in the distance and laughing so hard that he doesn't know what to say. What does such a man want.

I'm afraid it's a high place in the bright sun, smiling in front of people, but behind the back with one's hands behind your back, you will lose the world.