Dade Fengtian Gossip Collection

Passed by Dongting Lake. "

The fox tail swayed, Xuanyuan started to chuckle, Hao also smiled, his fingers changed from poking to caressing, stroking Xuanyuan's more stable face. "That year at Xiaoxiang Villa in Dongting, you told me that this year's flowers were better than last year's, but it's a pity that next year's flowers will be even better. I don't know who I am with."

So he came and didn't go back to Kunlun, he came to the capital to see the man who joined hands among the flowers.

Xuanyuan was proud of his foresight in the layout back then, Hao took a look at him, and said coldly: "I just came to see if your flowers are similar every year, and people are different every year."

"Hao~" Xuanyuan wailed. "Don't bend my love, apart from you, I will never be able to..."

His face was reddish, and he interrupted Xuanyuan's words. "Okay, okay, I know it is, needless to say."

Hao is still so thin-skinned, afraid that if he said something, he would have to follow up, so he interrupted every time.Xuanyuan looked at Hao Qingjun's face with a smile, it was rare that the blush was not due to lust, and couldn't help but lowered his head and bit it.

This heart has been handed over, and facts are better than countless words.That being the case, it doesn't matter if you don't talk about it.

Change my heart, for your heart, I know each other deeply.

After the surprise of meeting and the long-lost lingering, Xuanyuan finally has the time to think about the series of coincidences in the evening. "How much did you meddle in the matter of the night?"

"Not much at all." Hearing this, Ye Yuhao shook his head innocently and modestly. "I just know that Young Master Liu came to look for Mr. Qi, and you will definitely use him to restrain Mr. Qi, so I told Feng Wu to come and take Mr. Liu back..." Then Mr. Liu was not full yet. Of course, he will take away Qi Shizi by the way.

"anything else?"

"Feng Wu accepted the favor and offered to help you escape." That's why Mo Xu fought with Prince Bao.

"anything else?"

"By the way, invite Jing Hongzhaoying to come to Weiyang Lake to enjoy the moon." Otherwise, even if they meet, the two of them will run to Prince Bao to chase after him.

"anything else?"

"Hey, Huang and the others will come, it's not in my plan."

"But you know that Huang will definitely come here if he doesn't see you. This is indeed not calculated, it's just a reasonable push behind Huang."

"This is really an accident..." Hao rubbed his nose. "I'm just worried about the safety of the Nameless Sect. I remind Yuehou to pay attention to Huang. Who knows that he really came to get involved."

The wolf and the wolf stared at each other with smiles, and if everyone who had been busy all night saw it, they would definitely scold the gang of gangsters again.

"It's rare for Hao to take the initiative to plan and arrange our meeting. I'm very touched..." Xuanyuan said while kissing Hao's smiling lips, and said in a low voice: "Spring is short, let's do it again."

When the curtain was lowered again, Hao's chuckle sounded. "Xuanyuan, you promised me a birthday gift..."

The following words were suddenly interrupted, and after a while, the fox emperor muttered in embarrassment: "That's not the point, Hao, I miss you very much..."

The autumn wind blows, and the moon outside the boat has risen to the mid-heaven, shining white and bright on the cabin.

The day is deep and the cup is full of wine, and the flowers bloom in the small garden.Singing, dancing, and laughing, and happy without restraint.

There are many spring dreams in the history, and there are many geniuses in the world of mortals.Don't worry about making arrangements, just get it now.

——Xijiangyue·Zhu Dunru

--THAN--

Gossip time:

The setting of this article is a continuation of the setting of the three rumors in the world, that is, more than a year after "Lite Moon and Heaven, May the King Know My Heart", a story of a wolf and a panic plotting everyone in order to meet again.

After this article, I should stop writing spoofs in the short term.Even if it is this article, it is not a spoof in the end, probably the current value of evil interest has been played out, and it has reached the lowest value.I just want to write something serious...tragedy: P Sure enough, everything is always reversed~

Finally, I would like to quote the words of beautiful woman Miaomo in reply to this article:

The basic national policy of the Daedeok Dynasty: gossip of the whole people is the foundation of the country

The basic national policy of the Qing Dynasty: the blackest wolf should wear the whitest sheep's clothing

The basic teaching of the Anonymous Sect: If you don’t listen to women, you will have bad luck before your eyes

The Wudi who is like a heaven and man is worthy of appreciation, and the emperor who eats the Wudi who is like a heaven and man should be admired, then...the Prince Qi who was eaten by himself...is worth enjoying~

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Episode [-] of Haotian Wangji Series: "Ancient and Modern Like Dreams"

It was a big dream.In the dream, some people live, some people die, some people succeed, some people lose.EMI generations are just a fleeting moment.

And he, sitting by the bank of the clouds and smoke, watched indifferently as the waves come and go.

Hate the Lord is not like Jiang Louyue, north-south east-west, north-south east-west, only with each other.

Xuanyuan sat on the throne, looking carefully at the banners hanging on the wall.

The banners have been left for too long, and the surrounding walls have turned a strange color.Although the palace people tried their best to preserve it, the edges of the banner were still stained with shades of withered yellow, just like the past, from pure white to withered.

Xuanyuan winked, feeling a little sour.He was too old to stare at one thing for a long time, and the font kept shaking.After reading it for decades, he can remember the beginning and end of every stroke on the scroll, the force of strokes, and the position of hooks and folds without looking closely.But he still stood up, staggered to the front of the scroll, raised the crystal lens on the side, moved closer, zoomed in, and slowly read out each word.

"Yaocao is Hebi, spring enters Wuling River. There are countless peach blossoms on the stream, and orioles under the flowers.

I want to find my way through the flowers and go straight into the depths of the white clouds, showing my grandeur.

I'm afraid that the flowers will be deep inside, and the red dew will wet the clothes..."

As far as Yi Que was chanting, he looked at the words, and his heart was also infatuated.

That person has already gone straight into the depths of the white clouds, and will never look back.In the 17th year of Fengtian, autumn was as cool as water, and his heart was also that year, as cold as water, and there would never be a day of thawing, and there would be no more ripples.

In the next few decades, he was the wise king, the holy master, but he was no longer the Xuanyuan Yi that he talked about.

The trembling hands caressed the writing, gently, fearing that the writing would not be able to withstand the force, and he would go away first.

He could still vaguely see the expression of seeing that person in Qingcheng for the first time, turning his eyes and looking forward, as tolerant as Xinxue.So, several years of entanglement, more than ten years of longing and love, in the end, it was decades of emptiness, love and hatred turned into death.

The crystal lens reflected my thin fingers caressing the paper, and the wrinkles magnified several times were like tree bark wrinkled layer by layer, with brown spots.He raised his hand and touched his face. Although the tentacles were still pampered and delicate, they couldn't stop the erosion of the years and became loose and dry.The whole person is like a stone on Yandang Mountain that has been eroded by wind, from the inside to the outside, full of holes and openings.

For a moment, I just thought of Shen Yuan's swan song.

Not because of the legend of Jinghongzhaoying, which has been widely spread in the martial arts for decades, "The spring green under the bridge of sadness, once came from Jinghongzhaoying", but another song——

Meng Duan Incense has been sold for 40 years, and the willows in Shen Yuan do not blow cotton.This body trip is Jishantu, still mourning the remains.

Hao, 40 years ago, you left me. 40 years later, my soul returned to Mangshan Mountain, and my body became the soil of Jishan Mountain. Will I be able to meet you at the spring?

I don't believe in the words of ghosts and gods all my life, but at this time, I can't help but pray to God for mercy.

Just, 40 years.Are you really willing to wait for me for 40 long years by the bank of Huangquan?

Dongpo has only been living and dying for ten years, and his face is covered with dust and his temples are like frost.

When you left, your teeth were white and your face was white, and I will decay into ashes in the past.If we meet again, do you still know me?Will you resent me for making you wait so long?

I know you won't, just as you know what responsibility is on me.

But I rather hope that you will...

My mind was in a trance and I just wanted to find someone to verify.In the haze, he subconsciously called out a prayer, but got no response.Looking up, the palace eunuchs looked at him with confused eyes, only one old eunuch reported in a dry voice: "Return to Your Majesty, Lord Qi... is no longer here."

not there?

Yes, Qi is no longer here, and it has been more than [-] years since he was gone. No wonder the palace people don't know who he is.

Recently, my memory has been getting worse and worse, and I can't always figure out what time I am in.Xuanyuan smiled wryly, put down the crystal lens, waved his hands away from the support of the palace guards, and walked slowly back to the dragon seat step by step.

There is a metabolization of personnel and affairs, and the exchanges become ancient and modern.There are scenic spots in the mountains and rivers, and my generation will come again.

It's a pity that Qi can't wait for the day of his return.

The kind of pride in his bones that would rather bend than bend is destined not to live long, no matter how smooth and accommodating he is, some things, when they meet, are evil.

He was entangled with Liu Canmeng in that life, for him, is it a blessing or a curse, joy or sorrow?I'm afraid no one, including himself, can understand it.

Even Prince Bao, who has always been indifferent, couldn't help saying to Xuanyuan once:

"Those two people, in any sense, shouldn't be together. You and Emperor Hao are sitting together, hurting each other, but you can't let go. You would rather be hurt and support each other; and those two people Together, there is only pure mutual harm to each other. They don't have to be with each other, and it's not like they won't like anyone without each other.

However, the only thing that can make the great cause of Wu Sheng fall short is Qi.And although Qi chose loyalty between loyalty and righteousness, he never abandoned the word "love"..."

Love is easy to break, but hate is hard to fill.

Xuanyuan cast his eyes on Duobaoge in the corner of the imperial study.There is a small box under there, and the things in it have not been opened for a long time.It was so long that he himself almost forgot what was there.

But at this moment, he remembered again.

He stroked his mouth and coughed a few times, his voice was hoarse, and he couldn't spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm, which was extremely uncomfortable because it was choked in his throat.The little eunuch next to him immediately came over to help him caress his back, and another palace servant brought freshly brewed tea to him.He coughed for a while, took a few sips of tea, and then he gasped, and motioned to the little eunuch with his eyes: "Bring me the box below."

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