Eastern Palace

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Li Chengyin was stunned, but after a while, he nodded slowly and said, "You are right, like you don't want to see your cat."

Pei's family knew both up and down that when His Highness was lucky, he should not let His Highness see the cat. His Highness was not happy.

Pei Zhao accompanied Li Chengyin to drink a few wines before resigning. Li Chengyin didn't know why, but he was bored. About Pei Zhao mentioned his cat, Li Chengyin always felt humiliated, and he was so good. Why did he cry when he saw the cat, and he felt so happy in his heart Sad, like being slashed by a sharp blade, after a while, he was really afraid of seeing the cat.

Prince Tonggong, how could he be afraid of a cat?

He was bored in his heart, drank a drink, got up and walked out of the palace room, and did not let anyone follow, only said to disperse the wine.

At the beginning of the moonlight, it was cold at night, and the flowers and trees in the courtyard were sparse. He walked along the covered bridge for a moment, and only heard the noise of insects. The pool reflects the bright moon in the sky, with ample colors and sparkles. He stood for a moment by the pool, suddenly a little bit surprised, and then walked across the bridge, passing a series of corridors, and then turned back to Lizheng Hall.

All the corridors in the column are houses used by the palace people. Tonight coincides with the seventh day of the Qixi Festival. People in the palace go through needles and beg for cleverness.

Li Chengyin passed under the window, and suddenly a cloud of red fluttered over the window. He could not help but look around. I saw that in the room inside the window, there was a Gong E packing up her clothes, and Xia Sang was thin, and she did not turn her head back to the shelf. When she took it, she was too weak, and the clothes slipped on the ground like a cloud of light.

Li Chengyin stopped for some reason. Unconsciously, Na Gonge sang a small song instead, while humming the tune and picking up the clothes, Li Chengyin felt that this situation seemed to have been seen somewhere. It's just a hazy shadow, and I can't catch it anymore.

Na Gonge turned his head to see him, only to be frightened, he knelt down quickly, and screamed, "Your Highness."

The candle shining on her thin and slender figure filled Li Chengyin's unprecedented tenderness. He reached out his hand unconsciously, held her hand, her fingers were cold, and she was trembling slightly.

He thought, don’t be afraid, it’s me, it’s me.

Somehow, he always felt that the people in front of him could recognize him and give him a smile of joy and joy, just like she had done thousands of times before.

As long as she smiled, the snow on Tiancheng Mountain melted.

The name seemed to be on his lips, but he couldn't remember it. He felt a little discouraged and finally asked, "What's your name?"

"Slaughter Axu."

He thought to himself that this name is not good, not this name, not right, not right. What should she call, what should she call? He couldn't remember it. This was an unprecedented thing. He suddenly felt too lazy to think about it, because she would have a claim, and she would remember what she was calling anyway.

He felt that he must be drunk, and drunk very badly, otherwise, there is a corner in his heart, why is it so sour, so soft.

Suddenly, he was afraid of things that did not know what it was, but seemed to disappear like a cloud of smoke from time to time. He couldn't help but hold her hand tightly and slowly put her finger on his mouth, where there was a slight pain, she was shaking all over, but he was happy, he said: "Go back with me."

He felt that he had been searching for a long time. Although he didn't know what he was looking for, he clearly knew that it was a huge lack of fear. It was the trance and consternation of countless dreams back at midnight, the regret and remorse he didn't understand, and the bone erosion in his heart.

Fortunately, he found it.

At this moment, he was so contented, just as long ago.

He took her hand and walked past the palace, the splendid palace.

Tonight is the seventh day of the Chinese New Year, the weaver girl morning glory bridge, a good day when Jinfeng Yulu meets.

The pool water reflected a little bit of starlight, as if immersed in countless streamers, like a dream, intoxicating.

He didn't know that when he woke up tomorrow, he still had nothing.

He took her hand and stepped into his palace.

New poems were written on the silver screen with wine, and gradually the wine marks faded and the writing was obliterated. Just like, Liuying gradually dispersed.

If you teach that there is no hatred in the eyes, there is no whitehead in the world.

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