The Scholar Who Was Captured in the Palace: Dreams Against the Heavens

"I'm not afraid that you will break your promise," Yao Yao looked up and stared at the man. She fell in love with him when she first met him at the age of nine, and strived to become a woman worthy of him. It's a pity that she is only worthy of being his pawn, so she is satisfied, because he is willing to look at her, and he will definitely like her more than his wife, that's good. "Even if you break your promise to me, I won't blame you."

This is probably the last date.Like a celestial maiden, Yao Yao walked slowly towards the arch, her emerald green skirt was dragged on the bluestone road, and she chanted as she walked: "April is clear and the rain is clear, Nanshan is clear, and there are no willow catkins blown by the wind, only The sunflower leans towards the sun."

The sound is getting farther and farther away...

How can the infatuation in the world be solved?

Before he had time to sympathize with others, the covering branches were suddenly pushed aside, and Cheng Ran was so frightened that he couldn't even call for help.The man leaned over slightly to look at him, and Cheng Ran also looked at him secretly. Looking at him closely, he looks really good. He is different from the gentleness and elegance of ordinary people, but has a wild and sinister beauty.

The man smiled lightly, and looked at Cheng Ran contemptuously and boredly, tsk, wherever he went, he would meet eavesdropping mice, although he seemed to eavesdrop by accident, but——he still deserved to die.

"Do you know the poem that Yao Yao read just now?" As if Cheng Ran was here naturally, the man asked leisurely. In fact, the reason why he didn't kill Cheng Ran immediately was that he was in a very good mood now, and he had just met the first-class beauty. After hanging around and getting important information, His Royal Highness Zhong Wang has a rare good temper now, and - the Buddhist resort, it is not good to be splashed with blood, why not just throw him into the dry well over there, he thought, He laughed more and more.

Knowing that he would die, he was not so afraid, Cheng Ran straightened his clothes, he was not afraid of death, he just couldn't bear to let his mother down.Unexpected death in another country, for a poor scholar who had nothing and pinned all his hopes on the turbid imperial examinations, it is not too bizarre ending. If you lose, you will not lose. Cheng Ran replied: "The lady just chanted is about Song Dynasty. Mr. Sima Guang's "Early Summer in the Guest" means that the Qinghe Festival is rainy and clear, and Nanshan is its home. When the rain comes, the smog is faint, and the mountains and mountains are bright after the rain. The catkins are gone, and there is no trace to be found, only the sunflowers. open."

"It's a good talk, but—what is it about?" A big smile hangs on Zhong Wang's face, a very calm scholar, interesting.It's a pity to die at such a young age. Moreover, he is approaching Cheng Ran, and he is still like a child's scholar - there is an indescribable strange smell, not very outstanding facial features, single eyelids, and beautiful and neat eyebrows flying diagonally. Straight nose bridge, and vermilion but chapped lips.He gives people... a different feeling, such an ordinary appearance, what is the difference?He stared deeply at Cheng Ran.