Eastern Palace

Due to some reasons, a large number of users suddenly cannot open the web page to access this site today. Please book friends to remember the domain name www.NovelMTL.com (the first letter of literature + org dot com, NovelMTL.com) to find the way home!

Seeing that half of July passed. June is the lunar month, and it is the hottest season.

This summer, there are many unhappy things. Although life is not as good as ten or nine, but there are no one or two who can talk to others.

Open the playlist often and listen to countless songs. One after another, looping back and forth.

Those young men were bloody, with sullen eyes, and the tens of thousands of people echoed each other. In the end, it was just a whirlwind, the moon was higher than the sky, and at night, the fireflies faded away.

Just like this story.

The story is false.

But the sentiment in the story is true.

Even I did not expect to write a few words to the East Palace in one breath.

In addition to the previously written "Taiye Furong Weiyang Liu", "A Frame of Roses and a Fragrance of Roses", he also wrote "Unbelief There are White Heads", "Yuanyangwa Cold Frost and Heavy Weight" and "Yuezhao Liting Pavilion Flowers Like Snow" ".

Every one of them is indispensable to me.

Silver candle autumn cold screen.

I remembered this name afterwards. It was a poem I recited when I was a kid, probably because I thought of the phrase "Qing Luo Xiao Fan Piao Liu Ying".

Although the moonlight of Tianjie Street is as cold as water, the man holding Xiaoluo Fan has long been gone.

Writing to the sad, tears fell one by one on the keyboard.

In fact, it is still very unexpected. They are already heart-wrenching, why are they crying?

After a few years, this story is told from a positive perspective, as if the original "East Palace" should be a long time.

Those missing past events, that first encounter, that heartbeat, and that infatuation are gradually traced out.

When I finished writing, I looked back and it was much shorter than I thought. Like Li Chengyin, he and I originally thought it belonged to Gu Xiaowu. It would be a long time.

I do not know how destiny is so stingy, where will give us so much.

I think this is fine.

If the sky is affectionate, the sky is old.

Li Chengyin should be a ruthless person.

Xiao Feng is the most sentimental and the most sentimental. This kind of childish sentiment that opens up Hongmeng is the most pure.

Even the most ruthless people will inevitably be attracted.

It can't be said that who loves more than anyone can't be compared, and who made the best choice than anyone.

It's destiny, so meeting again will still make you excited.

I have forgotten everything about you, even, I have forgotten you, but the only thing I can't forget is the feeling of loving you.

In the main text, Li Chengyin left Xiaofeng in the East Palace for three years without paying any attention, but since the two had been left alone for a while, he had a subtle difference in attitude towards the princess.

Even in the most dangerous time, he instinctively pushed her away.

This is the inertia of love.

Even if he forgets everything, he has countless confusion, but subconsciously, there is the inertia and instinct of love.

Forever, I will forget you.

Xiao Feng originally said the same.

She just couldn't overcome the instinct of love.

After a few years, the story is re-filled with the most important paragraphs. I even wrote about Zhao Liangdi and the various pasts in Pei Zhao’s eyes. Although these exist in my mind thousands of times, although there are thousands of ways of writing, it is difficult to choose. I even suspected that I chose the worst one. Kind of writing. But always write these paragraphs before sharing with you.

It’s still very messy in my heart. It’s about this story. At the beginning, it’s easy to sway, and when it is finished, it is also like a wise sword. Only when the traces of time are gradually away, will there be hidden heartache and pain when looking back. .

In the bottom of everyone's heart, there is about a persistent young man, with a sincere fearlessness, loving a person, doing many and many things, ignoring his body, waiting until the heart is broken, tired of everything, hiding all the wounds, if nothing happens, Live in this red dust.

No one in the middle of the night, just look at the moonlight outside the window, or the sound of the wind and rain, will think of the old self.

Silly and simple.

But I still love that stupid self, even if I am so stupid that I don’t know anything, it is like a moth putting out fire.

At least, I have seen the light, knowing that the heat will burn the wings, and there is no fear.

I couldn't bear to write Li Chengyin anymore, so I stopped there. Before the dream awakened, the sky was still unknown.

There is no whitehead in the world.

The person who believes may not be able to get white heads.

Not to mention unbelievers.

This old thing is like the shining waves of the Qingchi, the roses are in the courtyard and the swallows are coming and going, the agarwood in the furnace is curling, the branches and flowers are falling out of the spring, and the people under the curtain are still sleeping.

Light red and light.

Thank you for sharing my dream.

If you like Donggong, please collect: (www.NovelMTL.com) Donggong's literary update is fastest.