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

"Your Majesty..." Cheng Ran was stunned at first, and then laughed at his stupidity knowingly. If he really passed the exam and got the first prize, how could he be worthy of those who study hard? It's better not to have a tragedy like Mr. Liu. I really, It was—so mean and nasty.

The shackles were finally lifted.

Cheng Ran stood up and brushed the dust off his body with a smile. "Your Majesty, I don't want money." After he finished speaking, he passed by him and disappeared into the corner door coughing.

The magnificent hall is brightly lit, and the memorials seem to be endless. Zhao Qi puts down his imperial pen, and now he has finally stood at the pinnacle of power. He has the most beautiful things in the world, but no matter how soft the fur is, it is warm Can't stand his loneliness.The loneliness that cannot be suppressed will always follow like a shadow.

Didn't you live like this from birth?

Since when, he longed for a warm body.Are there still few beauties in the harem?

Why are you still thinking about that bitch?

Cheng Ran!

Cheng Ran, Cheng Ran.Cheng Ran!

Cheng Ran, who never let go at all, Zhao Qi leaned on the dragon chair and closed his eyes wearily.Rather than let him stab in the heart, it is better to pull him out and forget, Cheng Ran, watching him torture himself so miserably, he is more heartbroken than him.

In the end, Zhao Qi didn't help him in high school because he wanted to take revenge on him, and he didn't respond to the only sincere feeling he gave in his life.He wanted Cheng Ran to be alone, not to own anyone, nor to be owned by anyone.

Ran, you are, you cannot escape.

"The wind and rain come in a hurry at night, and there must be few flowers in the hometown. There are many sorrows and grievances, waiting to be let down, and a year of love. The willows are sleepy and the peaches are lazy, the apricots and green plums are small, and it is easy for people. It is good that spring is here, and good flowers are long-term. , people haggard."

In the ten-mile-long pavilion on the ancient road, sitting alone on the half-broken stone bench while guarding the bright moon sake, a desolate passerby sang while drinking: "Looking back at the old things in Chinan, I hate the stars, and I can't bear to remember them. But now, there are flowers. The eyes of those who are hurt, clear tears. Don't be afraid of losing weight when you meet flowers, just worry about it. It's old-fashioned. When the flowers are messy, stay in the clouds and borrow the moon, you also need to be drunk." "Mr. Ci, are you thinking about the past, sir?" A man wearing a bamboo hat suddenly appeared to talk.

People who are still on their way in the dead of night must have something important to do, right?Still have leisure time to talk to strangers?The desolate lyricist was a little surprised, but he still answered his words: "Traveler, are you traveling day and night to catch up with yesterday? You can't keep yesterday, I'm just idle."