520 is all right

Will it be tomorrow night?

Luo Wener stood in front of the window and looked at the night sky where the fireworks were gradually disappearing.

At the palace banquet, Nie Ziyan did not appear.

Yes, Mengfei will have a unique visit, which is an honor that all concubines can't ask for. Why rush for a moment?

Qian Yumo dragged her to watch the fireworks, stole her face during the streamer conversion, and suddenly said, "If you don't go with me later..."

Let's go together? I'm afraid it's not what Mengfei wants, right? Moreover, you have begged me to be "good" to her. I really don't know how to be "good" to her. At most, don't let her look at me upset. How can I be aggressive when she has made such a big "sacrifice"? I don't want to change her tears because of my "untimely", which makes you feel heartache.

She didn't say anything, and Qian Yumo didn't say anything anymore. When she was sent back to Bichi Palace, what to wear to see Mengfei became a problem again.

The purple robe hung in the hall, with the carefully embroidered belt, which is both luxurious and elegant. Even Panyun is full of praise for the female redness of Mengfei.

For them, this is just a dress, but for her, this bright color carries too much.

Qian Yumo seemed to be very embarrassed. He hesitated for a long time and said, "This robe is really ingenious. I really don't want to wear it..."

Her heart was cold, and the next moment, he had slipped to the door, still in a snow coat, but with crane feathers and cloud patterns. I turned around and squeezed her eyes and made another mouth shape...

She knows what he is talking about, but can he come back?

The eyes fell on the quiet purple robe... Now this dress, which has been placed on high expectations, is as lonely as myself.

It turned out that Nie Ziyan was considering her, so she got a dress to accompany her... Are women like clothes?

I didn't feel angry or sad, but cold, so cold that even if the warmth in the hall is still cold with stiff hands and feet.

I don't want to imagine how warm it is in Yong'an Palace. What charming means the woman is using, and her mind seems to be frozen. She doubted whether she was going to be so numb, day after day, year after year...

I suddenly found that life is so long that people can't wait to cut it, and they also cut off all their troubles, and they can't wait to jump for decades to see the final scene.

However, this is not a novel after all. You can read the end first and then choose whether to continue reading.

So she can only stand in the hall, like that night more than two months ago, listening more and waiting for what the future is...

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A figure approached her silently. She was only distracted and did not find her hands slowly reaching out to her...

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"Ah...Qian Yumo? Why did you come back?"

Amazing, happy, angry... There is also a salty and hot thing that surged into my heart.

He hugged her and rubbed her temples: "How can I fail my wife's invitation?"

With a little force, he picked her up and looked at her eyes stained with shyness. He said jokingly and seriously, "Madam, is it okay tonight?"

Looking at the slightly undulating chest and the expectation and tension in her smiling eyes, what else can she say?

stretched out his hand, wrapped around his neck, and whispered in his ear.

Qianyu Mo Dale held her and strode to the bedside.

The ink curtain slipped down, and the bamboo branches and leaves stretched and swaying.

A lake-blue moondress was thrown out mercilessly, causing the bamboo shadow to laugh secretly.

And inside the curtain, a man muttered emotionally: "Madam..."

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This year, Qian Yumo did not arrange to go to the heavenly pilgrimage and participate in the princes' meeting. Luo Wener only thought that he wanted to avoid the thirteen princesses.

She also hated that woman. At the thought of the scene of that day, she felt that she was not heavy enough and her heart was not cruel enough.

Qian Yumo laughed at her: "Since Yuncai doesn't like it, we won't go this year, in the future..."

lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "Wouldn't it be better if I tied her up one day and beat you up? The appearance of the cloud lion roar is really unforgettable..."

Luo Wen'er was ashamed and angry. She beat him and ran away. She didn't see the worry in his eyes.

Actually, I don't go to the cool threshold, just because of her.

Since he knew her secrets, he was single-minded to eliminate all hidden dangers. How could he take her to danger? But how can he rest assured that she is in the palace?

Some things are faintly detected, but...

He doesn't want to believe that he just wants to coordinate everything. However, he is here, maybe, if he is not here, the clouds...

This time, under the pretext of illness, he asked a young and successful British university scholar to make a pilgrimage on his behalf. Liang threshold is like a beautiful woman, hoping to have some "reward" and solve the problem of Shangshu Ying Ruocheng of the Ministry of Household.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help laughing.

The sound of footsteps came from Hu Lun, and some eyes dodged at him.

This guy, once something happens, show this kind of look just to attract his attention.

He is not fooled.

Sure enough, Hu Lun couldn't stand it when he ignored himself for a long time.

moved his steps to the side of the case and still looked curious, but finally whispered in his ear.

Moyu-like eyes suddenly flashed.

However, the stagnant smile slowly opened.

He looked at the snowlight smearing a line of blue on the wall through the white silk paper, as if to say to himself, "It's really coming..."

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On the tenth day of the Chinese New Year, Qian Yumo went down to the court and saw Nie Ziyan waiting in the Bichi Palace.

Recently, it is still the same, not salty to visit, but always a little more intimate than other concubines.

She is not the only one who came today, as well as Concubine Shu, Concubine Ling, Concubine Li... and some other concubines who he can't name but are nominally all his women, so they gathered together.

He is a little funny. When will Ziyan make friends with these concubines? I remember that in those years, the harem usually pretended to be some women. She always grabbed herself tightly. Even if those women just said hi as usual, she would cry for a long time, then she would not eat, and then vomi.

The purple smoke has really changed a lot.

However, life in the palace is monotonous and boring, and she can't accompany her as before. She feels lonely and wants to find someone to relieve her boredom, which is inevitable.

Suddenly, there was such a large group of people in the hall. Luo Wen'er was a little unaccustomed to it, but she was in time to eat in the morning. Nie Ziyan took the lead and asked Qian Yumo to entertain him, and the people next to him followed him. Qian Yumo was not easy to drive people out, so he came to a small palace banquet on the spot.

As a servant, she can't leave, and Qian Yumo won't let her go, and Nie Ziyan wants to show her affection.

Shufei is generally not involved in these things, because she has to play the role of elegance and extraordinary, but I don't know how she can get involved with these people today.

In contrast to the past, Lingfei likes to look for trouble, but because of her lack of IQ, she is always beaten upside down. She is also reserved and polite. Her carefully drawn beautiful eyes occasionally shine, as if it is difficult to hide her excitement.

As for others... Luo Wener only felt that it was unusual for them to gather here today.

She is a little worried.

Qian Yumo raised his hand and patted her small hand that accidentally fell on her shoulder.

This scene fell into the eyes of Nie Ziyan. She lowered her eyes and hooked the corners of her lips.

The wine was booming, and Hu Lun ran into the hall.

I don't know what happened. In the cold weather, I sweated from the brim of my hat.

I didn't expect the hall to be so lively. I was stunned, but I still bowed and said, "The Holy King of Heaven has arrived at Zengruimen. King, are you..."

"Sum..."

A wine bottle fell at the hand of Qianyu Mo.

"Sister, why are you so careless?" Nie Ziyan hurriedly took the diamond handkerchief to wipe the water stains on Qianyu's ink sleeves and laughed again: "It seems that our general... No, it is the famous holy king of Tianyi, and even Shang Yi, who has seen the world, was shocked..."

Luo Wen'er looked at the golden bottle that was raised, and her eyes fell on the wine dripping from the edge of the table. Her heart was confused... Did she knock down this wine bottle?

She can't remember clearly, but she was indeed drinking wine for Qianyu Mo at that time...

And at this moment, she clenched the colorful pot of Zhu Feng Chaoyang in her hand, and only a sentence echoed in her mind... Qian Yuyi came back?

At this moment, everyone in the hall was looking at her except Qian Yumo, who washed her hands with bronze sent by the maid of honor. She suddenly understood why everyone gathered together today...

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Thousand wings walk in the inner courtyard of the royal palace.

When the black eyes were slightly raised, a water-blue figure was suddenly found in the white snow.

The figure is so graceful that even if you wear thick winter clothes, it is like a smoke in the snow, as if it will float at any time.

Wenwen......

When the bottom of his eyes shrank, people have passed away...

"Wenwen..."

He grabbed the man.

He was looking for her, but he didn't want to...

"You..."

The man slowly turned his eyes... The water was shining and his face was colorful, just like in his dream, but there seemed to be something wrong, which made him suddenly speech.

"You are not, are you... Ziyan?"

Nie Ziyan finally turned around, so he saw that even if she was covered by her hair, she still loomed half of the exquisite mask.

"General, all the good things..."