Sparrow dream dance

Perhaps no one can stop the passage of time in love.

We always seem to fall in love with the wrong person at the wrong time, in the wrong place.

She is wandering because of forgetting.

And she suffered because of remembering.

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"I have been waiting for you for three years and three years, and I have devoted all my best years to this long wait... May I ask, how many three years can a woman's youth endure?"

Leng Lange stared straight at Murongyan in front of him, and every word he uttered was made of blood and tears.

How stupid I am. . .Waiting here, waiting for someone who will never come back.

Murong's face was pale, his eyes were red, and the look of grief in Leng Lange's eyes really broke his heart and broke his heart.

She stood up and held out her hand tremblingly. . .How much she wanted to hold this woman who had been hiding in the softest part of her heart tightly in her arms at this moment. . .

But it turned out that the one who hurt her so badly all along was not others, but herself.

Suddenly, the thousands of stern and sneering smiles that tortured him every night in his nightmares buzzed in his ears, full of ridicule, sarcasm, and contempt. . .Stretching his nerves, twisting his internal organs:

That's right, Murong Yan, this is you. . .You did it all. . .

It was your approach that caused them to die because of you, or their life was worse than death. . .

Stop struggling and admit it, sooner or later you will get more blood on your hands. . .You love, love you. . .

The chill instantly covered the whole body, and as soon as Murongyan touched Leng Lange's cheek, she withdrew her hand in panic, and took a step back with a pale face.

Leng Lange stared blankly at Murongyan, unable to guess the various emotions in her shallow eyes.

After a long time, Murong Yan knelt down again, and said hoarsely and sadly, "Ma'am, please...forget about me forever."

Leng Lange slowly closed his eyes, with a deep pain that he couldn't wait to love, he smiled wryly, "Forget... yes, if I can really forget everything... how good would it be? If I can only remember you Before I was 15 years old...how good would that be?"

Those years when the two went to school together. . .

She has a pair of shallow amber eyes, and her voice is as cool as water, "Good morning, Miss Leng."

Those times when the two of you were in the same boat. . .

"Miss Leng, why is your face so red? Could it be that you have a heat stroke?"

Those moments when two people ride together. . .

"Ge'er! Open your eyes and take a look, what a joy it is!"

Those years when two people made a wish together. . .

"Ge'er, I assure you, I will be back soon! You...will you wait for me?".

. . . . . .

After an unknown amount of time, she opened her eyes with pain in her heart, turned around, and turned her back to Murongyan, tears streaming down her face, "His Royal Highness, please teach me how to forget?"

Murong Yan almost pressed her cheeks to the cold ground, the pain in Leng Lan's words really broke her heart.

She pressed her right hand tightly with her left hand, for fear that she would hold her tightly uncontrollably.

But no. . .Because holding her tight is, hurting her.

"sorry Sorry..."

Murong Yan hated herself so much, hated that the current self could do nothing but say these three words to her. . .I have made her suffer so much, but I want to take away even the last trace of memory.

After a long time, Leng Lange finally turned around slowly, stretched out his sleeves to wipe away the tears from his eyes, stared at Murongyan, his eyes revealed infinite misery and infinite tenderness, "You didn't forgive me, this is my own fate. ...Forget it, forget it...you let me forget you, then I will obey you..."

A burst of unprepared severe pain crossed my heart, and Murong raised her eyes to look at Leng Lange in a daze, only to see a smile on her lips, and said in a gentle voice, "Could it be possible that the little girl will not listen to what His Royal Highness said?"

"Ge'er...I..." Murongyan was in extreme pain and couldn't make a sound.

"But... I hope..." Leng Lange stretched out her slender hand to caress Murongyan's tear-ridden cheek, and said with tears in her eyes, "I hope you will always remember me... even if you are in your heart There is no longer me... But, will your love with her be longer than the memory between me and you?"

His own robe slipped off her shoulders silently, and he fell to the ground.Her incomparable body was immediately bathed under the soft and bright palace lamp, like the most dazzling gem, it burned Murong Yan's eyes, she closed them suddenly, stood stiffly, motionless.

"Don't close your eyes, I want you to look at me well... I want you to never forget me after you look at me."

Murong Yan opened her eyes and tremblingly said, "Ge'er, I...how could I..."

She wanted to say, how could I forget you, how could I forget this woman who has always been afraid to touch in my heart?

Leng Lange picked up the noble phoenix robe that symbolized the status of a queen from the ground, and slowly put it on in front of Murongyan, feeling sorry for herself and hurting herself again.But in the end, she forced herself to laugh and said, "Stop talking, just let me dance for you one last time."

Murongyan was startled, but before she could react, she saw Leng Lange's melancholy smile, her clean figure whirling, her crimson sash fluttering in the wind, like bright light burning like a scorching fire, reflected in the clear and waveless pool noodle.

The cherry lips parted slightly, and a low and melodious singing voice resounded in the hall:

What evening is this evening?

The boat is in the middle of the stream.

What day is it today?

You have to be in the same boat as the prince.

ashamed and favored,

Do not criticize shame.

My heart is so stubborn,

Learn about the prince.

Mountains have trees, trees have branches,

Your heart pleases you, but you don't know.

You don't know, you don't know. . .

Dancing to the extreme, I almost want to ride the wind and go home.At the end of the song, the heart was full of twists and turns, the two were already in love, and tears fell like rain.

Dance a song with love, put down lovesickness lightly,

The king's heart will never return, and the road of love will never end.

When he sang the last line "The mountains have trees, the trees have branches, and the heart is pleasing to the king, you don't know it", Leng Lange danced into Murong Yan's arms, raised his hand, and caressed her eyebrows inch by inch . . .her cheeks. . .her thin lips. . .

At the beginning, I used this song to fall in love with her, now, I will use this song to separate from her.

"You don't know...you don't know..." Her voice was so sad and reluctant.

You really don't know anything. . .You really don't know anything. . .

Murongyan stared obsessively at the tender and affectionate Leng Lange in front of her, seeing her slowly put her arms around her neck, but felt soft and sweet between her lips and teeth, and the fragrance of her nose, she suddenly felt fascinated.

Suddenly, Leng Lange took a hard bite, biting Murongyan's lower lip for blood, then pushed her on her shoulder, pushing her away a few steps, she cried, "Murongyan, I have loved you all these years , hated you, loved you, blamed you...but now, I finally want to let you go."

After finishing speaking, she suddenly turned around and strode out of the hall without looking back.

Murong Yan stared blankly at Leng Lange's leaving figure, motionless as if frozen, and heard the heavy door open and close again.

After a long time, she raised her hand to lightly touch the thin wound on her lips, and suddenly she couldn't restrain herself and covered her chest and coughed heavily, blood trickling down the corner of her lips, she reached into her bosom, took out the plum blossom hairpin tremblingly, and looked up to the sky He smiled wryly.

This is the best outcome, isn't it? . .A ruthless heartless person like me, forget it. . .

It's just a pity. . .I forgot to say to you personally, happy birthday.

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late at night.

"What?!" Dayan's Minister of Rites, Hu Qiong, widened her eyes in disbelief, pointed at Mo Mingxuan in horror, and asked in a trembling voice, "According to your wishes...Miss Su has been given by His Royal Highness King Xiang. ...Give..."

Mo Mingxuan clenched his fists and nodded heavily in pain.

Hu Qiong only felt his whole body go limp, and couldn't help taking a step back, almost falling to the ground, the official robes on his body had already been wet with cold sweat.

The Holy Majesty attached great importance to the second daughter of the Su family, and almost every night he asked himself to send a letter to the palace to fly pigeons to escort the second daughter of the Su family.

Tonight, Hu Qiong had just reported to Feige about the safe escort of the two of them to the Gyeonggi Post Station. Thinking that the second daughter of the Su family would be sent to the palace in time tomorrow, which also happened to coincide with the queen's birthday, she finally let go of her heart. boulder.

But she never expected that at this juncture, such a shocking disaster would happen!

This son of a good family who was sent to the palace was actually defiled by other men under his nose, even if that person is the younger brother of the Holy One, if the Holy One finds out, he would have to suffer the serious crime of ineffective escort and harming Longyan. . .

Thinking of this, Hu Qiong was momentarily bewildered, walking back and forth anxiously in the room, thinking, "What should I do? What should I do? Where is His Royal Highness King Xiang?!"

"My lord, even if His Royal Highness King Xiang can be found, do you think he will be foolish enough to admit it?" Mo Mingxuan knelt on one knee, staring at Hu Qiong and said.

Hu Qiong stopped in her tracks, looked at Mo Mingxuan whose eyes were twinkling, and only heard him grit his teeth and said, "Your Excellency must have heard that King Xiang has always been licentious and innocent. Is there anything I can't do?" He paused, and then continued, "Based on what I know about King Xiang, he will definitely deny this matter, and instead bite you, my lord, he will definitely say it's you, my lord. It is not appropriate to recommend someone, and to present the unclean daughter to His Majesty... At that time, the Holy Majesty will definitely listen to his younger brother, and my lord and we will be at a loss for words!"

"This... this..." Hu Qiong was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he couldn't even speak, "this... what should I do?"

"My lord, according to this subordinate's opinion, the Holy Majesty must never know about this matter." Mo Mingxuan said firmly, "Now there is only one way to save our wealth and life."

"Lord Mo, come quickly!" Hu Qiong asked hurriedly, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

"We must find a way to help Miss Su pass the test of entering the palace." Mo Mingxuan said word by word, "As long as she can enter the palace safely, the rest of her life and death will be with you and me." It's irrelevant."

Hu Qiong was dumbfounded, and tremblingly said, "Master Mo... this... this is the death penalty for bullying the king."

I just heard Mo Mingxuan say loudly and authentically, "Master Hu, you are dead anyway. If the Holy Majesty realizes that Miss Su is not perfect, you and I will die as well! There is still a chance of survival.”

His eyes were heavy, and he lowered his voice, "Master Hu, you have to think clearly."

After a long time, Hu Qiong finally sighed, "Oh, is there another choice... It seems that this is the only way to have a chance to escape..."

He hesitated for a moment, then asked worriedly, "I heard that Miss Su stabbed His Royal Highness King Xiang...if she really died, but if she didn't...what should I do if she still bites us back? "

Mo Mingxuan gritted his teeth and said, "If he really has that intention... we have no choice but to act first, and we would rather perish together than allow him to continue to live happily ever after!"

"It seems that we have to leave immediately and return to Beijing to make arrangements."

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The next day, morning.

Su Li sat firmly in the carriage, but her heart was full of mixed emotions. She didn't know what hidden hidden things were waiting for her in the future.

She only knew that her family and country were of great importance, and she would die without complaint in order to avenge the subjugation of the country. . .But she was still uneasy in her heart, uneasy about whether Su Wan could escape safely in the future, uneasy about whether she could succeed in assassinating Emperor Yan. . .Also worried about the person whose life and death are unknown. . .

Murong Yan, at that time. . .Why do you call me 'Little Ti'?And why do you say 'miss me'?

Obviously, I didn't have the slightest impression of this person in my memory before the age of 15, so what about after the age of 15?

with her. . .What is the relationship?

Annoyed and impatient, she raised the car curtain slightly, and the majestic city gate of Yanjing was far in front of her eyes. In an instant, an inexplicable sense of familiarity seemed to slip through her heart like a shooting star.

This city, I seem to have been here before. . .