The last trace of scattered words was separated by the carved window. The thrush closed the window, but turned around and leaned on the windowsill, listening to the sound of dewdrops falling outside the window, one drop after another, like her burning tears with nowhere to be placed.

Something in my heart was slightly provoked, but she suppressed it hard.

Don’t think about it, don’t think about the imperial city for six days, don’t think about my father’s eyes that were filled with hatred and could not be closed, don’t think about the use and harm that came after the warmth of the Hai Mai. It’s just because, Rong Chu, I don’t want to hate you.

From then on, I left me alone in southern Xinjiang, regardless of joy, joy or anger, or a person, and lived peacefully. In my heart, there are only those beautiful pasts that have reached the extreme. The so-called deception and betrayal will be forgotten and regarded as an imperfect nightmare.

The green branches reflected on the window paper, shaking coldly, just looking at it, it added a hint of bleakness and distantness. There was a place in the chest that hurt to the extreme, but it became suffocating numbness, without a trace of touch...

It turns out that there is a kind of emotion that is destined to be missed, and that is called this past many years;

It turns out that there is a kind of lovesickness that is destined to be let down, which is called deep love and shallow fate;

It turns out that there is a kind of regret that is destined to be used for indulgence, which is called the end of a thought.

"I killed your father, and I know that my sins are serious... Ru Ge, I am waiting for you to take action on the road, and I will give me the most painful and fatal blow when I am most proud." The voice was as thin as a sound, and I entered through the gaps in the carved window, as if I was shrouded towards the thrush from all directions, just like his usual style, the sound was heard, unforgettable, and I would not give her any retreat.

"Ning Ke's award documents are still in my drawer..."

...

After a night in the front hall, Qiu Yu did not issue an order to sign Huamei as his concubine. He just gave accurate news, and everyone in the Qiyuan became more and more respectful to her. Even if she was dissatisfied with her identity as an enemy prisoner of war, she would no longer dare to say anything.

"Girl, look, this is the lip fat brought back by the prince from Zhongyuan."

Ji Xia took out a colorful iron box from his arms like a magic trick and shook it in front of the thrush.

Since that night, Yin Dong has been sick and has not come to serve Hui Fangyuan again. Huamei may not have seen her again for a long time, and she finally felt something in her heart, and she felt a rare relaxation.

After taking the small iron box handed over by Ruxia, Huamei looked over and over again. She was so delicate that the iron box alone made her feel like she couldn't let go of it.

The light green background is decorated with flowers, green green, light pink, crimson, gold-plated... Almost all colors have been weaved, but there is no messy feeling, but instead it produces colorful and colorful beauty. Open the upper cover, the thrush leans over and sniffs it carefully. The extremely light smell comes to the nose and only feels the fragrance. When you go deeper, you will smell the beautiful sunshine with a beautiful spring scenery, which is tempting and gradually sinks without realizing it.

"The prince is intent."

The thrush closed the lid with an unfulfilled desire and placed the iron box on the dressing table.

"Hey, why don't you use some girls?" Ji Xia blocked Huamei's movement and took the iron box from Huamei's hand. He picked up some of the golden hairpin on his fingertips. After it was evenly opened, he applied the lips of Huamei.

"Your Majesty said, people in Central Plains like to use green oil the most for making lip balm. It is so greasy that it is not comfortable at all." After completing the movement in their hands, they turned their heads and took the photos with satisfaction, and said, "This is the Central Plains... What's the record? It is said that it was a blacksmith shop, but for some reason I changed to lip balm. It is mostly made of Chinese herbal medicine. After it is cooked, it is wrapped in whale blubber, which is the sweetest."

After hearing this, I rolled up my eyebrows and smiled slightly. My eyes seemed to have accidentally swept over my fingertips that deliberately put them into my sleeves. I remembered the scars cut by blunt knives on my arms and trembled.

"Do you like it?"

Qiu Yu's voice came from outside the bamboo curtain. Before Huamei and Jiji got up to greet him, they walked into the inner room with a smile. They looked at the mirror first, and then looked back at Huamei with satisfaction, and praised him with a little approval, "It's not a pity that he is Puyafu's son. Although he is a little afraid, his eyes are still good."

Hearing the words of others, Ruxia bowed to the two of them and retreated. The moment the bamboo curtain was lifted, the wind outside the door was swept in, dispelling the slightly dull breath in the inner room.

"I like it." Huamei responded with a smile at Qiu Yu.

"Then why do you always look unhappy when you see you?" Qiu Yu glanced sideways, and his headband, which was covered with gold, silver and jewelry, also emitted a dazzling light as he moved.

"The prince didn't tell me when was Puyameiguo allowed to go to the Central Plains?"

The thrush raised his head and smiled at Qiu Yu, stood up and walked towards the table. When he sat down, he looked at the "Nanjiang Wenci" spread out on the table. He lowered his voice, as if he was greatly wronged and said in a muffled voice, "I have been reading "Nanjiang Wenci" for so long, but you haven't come to test me. You have secretly used this kind of thing from my daughter's house for me. It's not fun."

"Oh, I went to the Central Plains with Puyameiguo a few days ago because I heard about the civil strife in the imperial city. I went to see if there were any benefits to get it."

Qiu Yu said, judging by a glance, but seeing that Huamei's attention was attracted by the golden hook that was holding the tent, she smiled helplessly, picked up the golden hook and said, "This is also something recorded by the chapter. It is like a crabapple, but it is made of pure gold. You can't blame me for it."

When he heard Zhang Ji, Hua Mei looked at Qiu Yu again, "Didn't Zhang Ji sell rouge powder instead?"

"It's changed, but not only sells rouge and water powder, but almost all the miscellaneous items in the boudoir." Qiu Yu also put the golden hook on the bed tent, took a little bit of pampering and turned over "Southern Xinjiang Wenci" and smiled, "For several days in a row, you reminded me, how far this "Wenci" has been read? I'm going to take a good test of you now."

"I don't want to rely on it. I remember that when you didn't come, I forgot everything. You came to take the exam again."

Her eyebrows curled her lips, looked up at the sweet white glaze of green peonies inserted on the Bogu shelf, and suddenly she smiled a little sly, "Or, tell me why you are always depressed recently, and I will let you take the test for me."

"It's not a big deal."

Qiu Yu did not refuse or avoid it. He pondered for a moment and said it to Huamei.

"After the imperial city was in chaos, the prince of Emperor Showa was abolished, and the ministers promoted the new prince, the limelight naturally turned to the King of Qin and King Yan. It was pitiful that King Qi was diligent and worked hard for the country, and ended up waiting for the orders of a side palace and could not enter the palace to meet the saint without any order."

As he said that, he glanced at him, but the thrush seemed to Sihao didn't notice Qiu Yu's little movements.

Qiu Yu paused and continued, "It was because of the unlucky King of Qi. Emperor Showa's health was getting worse and worse. However, in order to win the favor, he proposed to lead 100,000 troops to guard Yufeng Pass for Ouyang Yi. Emperor Showa has been suffering from wind and heat for several days and has become haggard every day. He wants to go back now, but can he still go back?"

"It turns out that it's all for this." Huabiao smiled and pondered for a moment, then said, "I don't understand what I said, either. It's just these entanglements that made my head hurt. Prince, why do I think that no matter what happens in the imperial city, it's the prince, you are the fisherman who benefits?"

“Not necessarily.”

Qiu Yuqu raised his knuckles and tapped the table. Just as he was about to speak, he heard a sound outside the window, so he got up and opened the window and looked out.

Among the mixed fragrances on the ground, someone was wearing white clothes, as clear as a piece of beautiful jade, coming through willows with flowers and flowers. The milky white corners of the clothes were swept up by the wind, and the sandalwood spread out in waves of the fragrance of flowers and plants.

It is rare to see the Immortal going out in this kind of weather, probably because the Immortal is timid and hot. It can be regarded as a strange thing when I see it today. Qiu Yu curled the corners of his mouth and chuckled, "The people today are all gathering."

After saying that, he opened the window and called out to the person outside the window, "My Immortal, I'm working hard!"

When the Immortal heard Qiu Yu call him, he straightened the medicine box and rushed in. First, Ruli bowed to the two of them, and then sat down on Qiu Yuci's seat.

"Where is the Medical Immortal going?" Qiu Yu poured tea himself, but the meaning of checking while speaking was self-evident.

"There is no medicine. The medicine in the prince's mansion is not good. I plan to go to Yulan Mountain to see if there is any good medicine that can completely cure the concubine's disease." The Immortal smiled slightly, but seemed to have no expression. He glanced over the eyebrows and saw the crystal lip fat on her lips, and frowned and said, "Can you take the pulse of the concubine again? It's better to prescribe the right medicine."

Qiu Yu's head was put on his head, and his thrush was put on the medicine bag and handed over his wrist.

My fingertips were placed on the white towel, and I restrained myself from not looking at or thinking about it. However, I pointed to the thousands of waves in my heart, but it was different from the inexplicable appearance in my mind.

There were so many more hers, and he thought he would miss her for so many times.

Never had such a fierce hatred at this moment, hated God's arrangement, hated the treacherous fate, hated his powerlessness... Even hated Qiu Yu, hated Ashina Yuzhu's thrust, but hated everyone, but was so cruel to her.

"Prince, can you please speak with me?"

The Immortal stood up, deliberately put aside the eyes handed over by the thrush, and looked at Qiu Yu with a smile.

But that smile clearly contained the bitterness of Coptis chinensis. No, it was a little bitter than that of Coptis chinensis, but it could not be said to be known to everyone, so I could only taste it alone.

"What do you mean?" Qiu Yu followed the Immortal to the outdoor room with a few steps, glanced through the bamboo curtain and glanced at Bai Wulai, who was playing with the golden hook of the tent, and was slightly anxious.

"Although the meridians are roughly smooth, they have a single meridian and cannot be smooth."

"To be clear, you ancient people... Oh no, you Central Plains people are so literary, I don't understand."
Chapter completed!