Marry a queen

It's just impossible, she won't look at him the way she looks at Murong Jing!Nor would she snuggle up in her arms like that... laughing and laughing with him, watching the sunrise and sunset all the time.

Somewhat angrily, Xiaobao turned around!

He quickly left the palace and went straight to the outside of the city!

He was running wildly, running aimlessly!

I want to use the feeling of flying in the wind to forget the desire in my mind, [

Until I left the capital, rushed to the top of a mountain, and saw an octagonal pavilion for pure heart.

On the high mountain, there is actually a pavilion?

Looking closely, it turns out that there is another temple at the foot of the mountain on the other side.

Standing on the top of the mountain, you can see all the buildings in the temple.

This is half of the mountain, the other half is a cliff, and on the opposite side of the cliff, there is still a mountain.The two mountains stood upright, feeling as if they were split from each other.

Just now he came up from the side using lightness kung fu.

At this time, he was a little depressed and lay on the top of the gazebo.

The mountain wind blew past, blowing his soft blue hair.

He likes to stand on a high place, because when he stands on a high place and looks around, the vast everything seems to be as lonely and lonely as him.

It is already afternoon, close to the time when the sun sets.

"Sunset, after all... I can only watch it alone." Xiaobao's eyes dimmed.There was a small hand, touching his heart involuntarily, and it was beating, as if otherwise, he would not feel that he was still alive.

What's the use of living longer?nothing...

Desiring something that does not belong to me.

The sun is setting, the night is opening, and the birds are returning to their nests. .

Xiao Bao was numb, still lying there without moving, as if he had merged with the heaven and the earth.

Starry, everything is quiet >

The wheel of time is still spinning.

Until the east spits out white, and dawn comes.

On the octagonal pavilion on the top of the mountain, there is still that small body, with empty eyes looking at the sky. [

Her hair was soaked in dew, and so were her clothes.

At this time, there was a sound from the lower pavilion, it was the sound of sweeping the floor.

It was an old monk who came up and was sweeping the fallen leaves and corners around the pavilion.