Eastern Palace

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I saw Zhao Liangdi, she was wearing Zhai Yi, and approached the building slowly from the back of the building. She didn't show her figure, but her shadow was reflected on the curtain, and I recognized her from the shadow. Then she watched her reach out from behind the curtain and put a black cloak on Li Chengyin's shoulder. The wind was so strong that the cloak flew up, and I saw the vermilion brocade in the cloak, and the pattern punctured by the golden silk thread on the cloth, which was radiated by the lights upstairs. Li Chengyin turned his face, too far apart, I could not see the expression on his face, maybe he was smiling at the beauty behind the curtain.

I have never been to the Chengtian Gate, and I have never been to the Yuanyuan Festival with Li Chengyin. I never knew that every Shangyuanye, he took Zhao Liangdi and overlooked the tenth of Shangjing in such a high place. Thousand lights.

Double return to double return, this evening should have been a good day in pairs.

I thought it would be different. I thought it would be different if something happened yesterday. When I was caught by the assassin last night, he had seen me like that. He called my name and he swore an arrow. Everything makes me think that there will be a difference, but just one day, he stood here, with other women standing here, casually admiring the prosperity of Shangyuan, accepting the congratulations of the people.

And I should be uncertain about life and death, and I should be unaccounted for, and I was originally his wife.

Someone in a trance called me "Little Maple".

I turned my face and looked at Gu Jian in a trance.

He was looking at me too, and I smiled slowly at him, trying to speak to him.

But the cold wind choked in my mouth. The cold wind choked me to cough. My throat was terrible. Now, when I cough, it hurts like the entire throat is split. My head was coughing too, and the head of my head was hardly stuffed into a stone. The sharp edges of the stone tied my blood and made my breathing difficult. I stooped and coughed there all the time, coughing out my heart and lungs, as if to cough something out of my body. I don’t feel pain, it’s just that I feel sad on my chest, maybe because of the cold, and I’m sick... I should be so sad when I am sick.

Gu Jian held me up, but I stumbled, feeling something cracked, sputtering out mutely, and my chest seemed to be looser.

He lifted my face, and I heard my voice. I said, "It's no big deal..." I saw a strange pain in his eyes. He suddenly raised his hand and wiped the corner of my mouth. .

Through the light, I saw the blood stains on his fingers, as well as the dappled spots on his robe sleeves, little by little, it turned out to be all blood. My body was soft and the people were groggy. I knew I couldn't stand it anymore. The blood just now seemed to spit out all my strength. He hugged me and whispered to me in my ear: "Xiao Feng, you cry, you cry."

I pushed him away with my last energy: "Why should I cry? Why did you bring me to see this, why should I cry? You don’t have to be so worried here, why should I cry? You said let me go back now, now I want to go back!"

"Xiao Feng!" He caught up and wanted to support me. I stumbled, but stopped hard. I turned my head, pulled the flower on his head and threw it under his feet. I looked at him coldly: "Don’t touch me, don’t follow me, otherwise I will die right in front of your eyes, even if you martial arts, I can’t help but seek death. I can’t defend you for a while, and I can’t protect you for a lifetime. As long as you keep up, I can always kill myself.”

Maybe it was because my tone was too decisive. He actually stood there and dared not come forward.

I stumbled and wondered how far I had walked. There were people on all sides and lights on all sides. Those lights were really bright and dazzlingly bright. I grabbed the collar of the fur jacket and felt cold again. I was so cold that I even started to fight with my teeth. I knew that I had a fever and my feet were like stepping on the sand, so soft that I didn't have any strength. I stood weakly under the lantern, full of laughter and laughter, and the bustling people shuttled around. On the sky in the distance, the fluffy flames were blooming. It was the fighting flowers of the Seven Star Tower, and the strange and ridiculous Shangyuan. The bustling Shangyuan, where do I go?

The world is so big that there is no place for me.

Adu, Adu, where are you? Let's go back to Xiliang, I think Xiliang is over.

In front of me was a walking lantern with a beauty cut out of gold foil on top. The candlelight was steaming and the walking lantern kept turning. The beauty would sit or stand or beautify or sigh or joy... The beauty on the lamp seemed to be Zhao Liangdi. She smiled with her sleeves closed and smiled slowly at me: What do you think is different? Do you think you can have a place in his heart? You think you hostage for your majesty, he will have a little pity for you...

But in vain.

I leaned against the tree to stand firm. The thick bark caught my temples, and it hurt a little, but I felt comfortable... Because of this slight pain, it would make the chest uncomfortable. Adu is gone. In this capital city, I am alone. Where can I go? I walked back to Xiliang alone. I couldn't walk in one month, three months, three months, half a year, half a year, and a year.

I raised my head and looked at the moon. The moonlight was so bright and pure, and it shone gently on everyone. In the moonlight, Shangjing City is so prosperous and peaceful. In the moonlight countless times before, Adu and I walked all the streets and alleys of Shangjing, but this is not my home after all, I have to go home.

I walked slowly towards the west of the city. If I want to go back to Xiliang, I should go out of the Guanghua Gate, go all the way to the west, go all the way to the west, and then leave the Yumen Pass, which is Xiliang.

I'm going home.

Before I walked to the Guanghua Gate, I suddenly heard the cry of the crowd, and countless people clamored, and some people shouted, "The Chengtian Gate is on fire!"

I thought I heard it wrong. I looked south like everyone else. I saw flames faintly floating on the Chengtian Gate, and thick black smoke came out of the bucket arch. Everyone exclaimed, watching the gorgeous buildings gradually being The fire was shrouded. Just now those gorgeous bead lamps, those scarlet curtains, those soaring eaves... were swallowed by the flames, the fire was getting bigger and stronger, and the wind was helping the fire, and the whole Chengtianmen was finally raging. Burn it up.

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