Qing Palace Dream Like Smoke·Moyu

Chapter 236

The moon is white and the wind is clear. Outside the Linxi Pavilion, osmanthus is fragrant, just like before.

The moon hangs high, the Milky Way is like a sky, quiet and serene.

In the quiet and quiet night, in the slightly damp and cool atmosphere, the past is unobstructed, soft as silk, rushing towards my face...

"Is the so-called 'if two loves last forever, how can they be in the morning and evening' really? It's human nature to not know each other after years of separation." Her words that day were still in her ears.

It's been years since we left, so we don't know each other...Is it?If so, it would be great...

He looked at the light red liquid in the wine, smiled lightly, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

"Even Qin Guan himself is a heartless and ungrateful person. His sentence 'If the relationship lasts for a long time, how can it be day and night' is probably just an excuse to get rid of someone?"

Thinking of the disdain on her face, such a sentimental sentence, to her, was just "get rid of"?Never guess what she's thinking...

The shadows of the flowers swayed, and the fragrance wafted through them, and for a moment I was in a trance...

In the spring and autumn moon or in the clouds, rain and snow, there is always that scene, in the silent passage of time, just a moment of pause, then easily indulged, forgetting everything, only the eyes that are as clear as water in the moonlight are left Eyes, bright and pure smile.

"My lord, why don't you come and set off a firework too?" That smile was unscrupulous, pure and gentle.

What I had been looking forward to all this time disappeared in just a moment, "Although it is short, it is extremely beautiful, and I have no regrets", I told her like that, but do I really have no regrets?

The night is getting darker, but the moonlight seems to be brighter...

As time goes by, those memories that I thought I didn't care about or have been blurred, such as the colorful sculpture murals on the ruined walls, after the color fades away, the initial lines become more prominent, and the strokes are penetrating and clearly visible.

The gradually cold and bleak wind lingered on the branches, and a red leaf could no longer hold on. It went round and round, drifting with the wind, and finally landed in front of the steps.

"I don't want to know everything. However, I don't want to be suspicious of each other, and I don't want to be like my mother, resentful, and in the end...you, can you promise me, can you do it?"

Did you do it yourself?Seeing her painful and desperate eyes again, I couldn't help but twitched, as if being held tightly by something, and was suddenly dragged into darkness.

There are always so many regrettable things in this world. Only by sinking can there be so-called liberation. It's just... People who fall into hell only want to sink, not to be free.

The Wanyan stone road is full of shadows of trees, just like the lakeside where we walked together that year.

...Also, on that night many years ago, the same bright and cold moonlight cast the figure of the young man on the quiet stone road. story."

"will not."

"Huh? You can't even tell stories. What's the use of being so big?"

"We're going to the Compassion Palace soon."

"No, no, tell me a story, or I won't go back."

... Is what he said the same as what she heard?Even if it is different, what does it matter?At least at that time, she was still by my side... If possible...

... If it is possible, so what?
The girl's face was pure and flawless, her eyes were clean and bright, and she leaned into his ear and asked softly, "Fourth brother, then, will Hou Yi hate Chang'e?"

The boy didn't answer.

Under the moonlight, he closed his eyes slightly, and the voice in the boy's heart many years ago overlapped with his soft whisper at this time: "How could he hate her? He was just waiting for her."

(End of this chapter)