Sparrow dream dance

Opening her eyes, she was surrounded by a long-lost breath.

Once, she was very familiar with this breath.

Even with her eyes closed, as soon as she smells this smell, she will know that it is that person.

Sitting up, the reddish lamp was rippling, she stared at the soft and bright candle, she was a little absent-minded, and she didn't hear the shouts of joy from the maids on both sides.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty finally woke up! Hurry up and report to His Majesty!"

There was an inexplicable mist in her eyes, and the feeling of her feet landing on the ground was so soft and warm, but she felt a sense of unreality when she stepped on the dense thick blanket.

This is Zhaolan Hall.

But she couldn't figure out why she was here.

Standing in front of the bronze mirror, she stood still, staring straight at the woman in the mirror without blinking.

It seemed to be me, but it didn't seem to be.

She raised her hand, and slowly stroked the cold mirror, and stroked the clean hairpin in the woman's hair in the mirror.

Is she dreaming?

If not, then this hairpin. .Where did this hairpin come from?

She lost her mind again, and her thoughts drifted to ten years ago.

At that time, the man kissed her lightly at this place and gave her this hairpin as a gift.

In memory, that was the happiest moment of her life.

Because at least during that time, they were really happy with each other.

There is no deceit, no disappointment, no miss, just a very simple love between two people.

She was still remembering, but another figure slowly appeared in the mirror, calling softly to her, "Sister-in-law."

She turned her head slowly, and met Murong Qing's dim eyes.

She sighed slightly in her heart, because she still remembered that year, when the only eldest princess of Dayan had the most proud and bright eyes in the whole world.

But now, these eyes have finally become dull and dull due to the passage of time.

What about me, would I change back to the original Leng Lange just because I wore a hairpin?

Thinking of this, her heart couldn't help but twitch again.

It seemed that she suddenly fell from the dream side to the bottom of the abyss. All along, her happy time was always very short.

Murong Qing stared at the silent Leng Lange, stared at the hairpin in her hair, and said slowly, "I heard that the emperor's sister-in-law woke up, and it was the emperor who asked me to come and see you. Please ask the emperor's sister-in-law to stay in the Zhaolan Palace, and if you need anything, just talk to my sister."

Her tone was very light, but her eyes were always hesitant to speak.

Hearing the word 'Emperor Brother' in Murong Qing's mouth, Leng Lange was slightly taken aback, but quickly realized that she was referring to Murong Yan.

That's right, besides that person, she doesn't have any other royal brothers still living in the world.

After a long time, Leng Lange finally spoke the first sentence, "Why didn't she come and tell me this herself?"

Murong Qing lowered her eyes and said softly, "Maybe it's because Brother Huang is a very strange person."

She paused, looked up at Leng Lange, and said again, "You know, she was the one who brought you back to life, and she guarded you for three days and three nights without sleep. But now that you wake up, she instead I dare not see you anymore, how strange do you think this is?"

Leng Lange didn't speak, but more mist slowly gathered in her eyes.

"I asked Brother Huang why, but Brother Huang didn't answer me. He just told me that if there is a chance, I hope to count the number of pear blossoms on the tree when the flowers bloom in the warm spring next year." Murong Qing gently Authentic, with a shy smile on the corner of his lips, "How strange you say this, sister-in-law, do you understand why Brother Huang wants to count the flowers on the tree?"

Leng Lange's heart trembled heavily, she certainly understood why a person would count the flowers on a tree.

Because she also counted, only at that time, she can forget the pain.

I only hope that I am also the flower on that tree, and after the wind and frost, I have a chance to bloom again.

Murong Qing left, and Zhaolan Palace fell silent.

But what about Leng Lange's heart?

What about her heart that has been forcing herself to be silent?

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The lights in the prison were dimly lit and faltering.

A middle-aged man sat with his back against the wall, expressionless.

Although he was in prison, this man was still neatly dressed, and he didn't look like he had been tortured at all.

In front of him was a low table with pen, ink, paper and inkstone on it. He was frowning and writing something.

With a sound of 'squeak', the iron gate of the corridor opened, and the person who came came was cautious in his steps and eyes, as if he was afraid of the person inside the iron fence.

He bowed steadily and bowed, lowered his voice and said to the man, "I have seen Mr. Leng."

From the corner of his eye, he sneaked a glance at what was written on the paper, and saw that it was covered with two characters horizontally and vertically——天下.

The man didn't raise his eyes, and continued to swipe his ink, but asked wearily, "How is it?"

"Your Majesty, she..." The voice of the visitor was lowered, "Wake up."

Suddenly, he raised his vicissitudes of life, and the beard on his lips trembled uncontrollably.

After a long time, he asked hoarsely, "Where is the queen now?"

"Go back to your lord, your empress is now... living in Zhaolan Hall."

His pupils shrank, and uncontrollable anger flooded his old face again.

"My lord, let me tell you something. This fact is very strange. The empress died of blood blight that day, and everyone saw it. I don't know what kind of magic method the traitor used to bring the empress back to life."

"Demonic... demonic..."

Hearing this, he muttered in his mouth.After a long time, he suddenly changed his expression, his eyes suddenly turned like torches, and he shouted, "That's right! It's the demon method!"

He stood up abruptly and laughed out loud.

He kept laughing, but his eyes were getting colder.

After a long time, he gritted his teeth and said, "That kid will definitely not understand what is more terrifying than a knife and gun. He will also not understand that even if the old man is imprisoned here, he can kill him!"

He bent down, wrote the numbers on the paper in a fluttering fashion, handed them to the person outside, and said coldly,

"Listen, I want the whole Yanjing, no, let the children in the whole world learn this song."

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The long clouds are like arrays, and the sunset is all over the sky.

On the high wall, Murong Yan was wearing a black robe, standing with her hands behind her back, watching a cavalry of guards quietly leave the palace.

There was also a woman standing beside her, wrapped in a fine dress, revealing her white neck and thin collarbone, and her eyes were fixed on the leading guard.

But the guard never looked back.

"Sister Qing, if you don't want to give up, I'll call Brother Gu back." Murong Yan turned her face away and said to Murong Qing who was beside her.

Murong Qing didn't speak, until the horse and horse disappeared completely outside the palace gate, before she said, "No need, this matter is related to the royal secrets, brother, you can't leave the palace again, isn't he the best candidate?" She paused After a pause, looking at the empty palace gate, he said quietly, "What's more, the palace is too stuffy now, and I know he doesn't like it either."

Murong Yan caressed heavily on the stone wall with burn marks on the upper palace wall, and sighed, "Maybe it's all my fault for this situation."

No one understands better than her what kind of tribulations this world and this city have endured in just a few years.

Murong Qing shook her head and said softly, "All this is not the fault of Brother Huang."

Looking at Murongyan's shallow eyes and melancholy face bleak in the cold wind, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

Alas, Brother Yan.

In fact, she knew very well in her heart that among her seven imperial brothers, the one in front of her was the least suitable to be an emperor.

Because she is obviously such a passionate and kind person.

But now, he had to play the role of a ruthless and cold emperor.

Mostly because of affection and kindness, she cannot guard the city for her. Only ruthlessness and coldness can make her stronger. . .Strong enough to become a poor man who can't even have the woman he loves.

Thinking of this, Murong Qing couldn't help asking, "Brother Huang, do you really want to marry that Miss Su?"

Murong Yan didn't have time to answer, some palace servants stepped forward quickly, leaned into her ear and whispered a few words.

Murong Qing saw Murong Yan's eyes light up, and she clenched her fists tightly, as if she was about to run out in the next moment.

However, she only took one step, and then stood still.

She waved her hand to ask the palace servants to step back first, and said to Murong Qing in a deep voice, "She's awake, go and see her."

Murong Qing was taken aback for a moment, then asked in puzzlement, "Brother Huang, aren't you going?"

Murong Yan didn't answer, but looked past her and looked into the distance, which was the direction of Zhaolan Hall.

After a long time, I saw her slightly open her lips and say a word.

Murong Qing didn't understand the meaning of what she said, but she suddenly felt very lonely in her heart.

She stared at Murong Yan, finally nodded, turned and left.

But before she left, she finally said, "Brother Yan, the world may owe her too much, but you alone don't owe her anything."

She has already seen that debt and guilt are like a heavy shackle firmly trapped in Murong Yan's heart, tormenting her all the time.

The twilight gradually became thicker, but Murong Yan was still standing alone on the cold and windy high wall.

She coughed heavily, some clear tears were coughed up, and she couldn't help saying to herself,

"Heh, when did I become so unstoppable?"

Just as he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a crisp and clear voice pretending to be serious from behind, "You Murong family members are really interesting. You obviously want to see them, but you want to avoid them. You obviously like them, but you want to cover them up."

Murong Yan turned around slowly, met the clear eyes of the young woman in yellow clothes, and sighed lightly, "There are many things in life that you can't do anything about, and because of this, being a talent is not as good as being a monster. "

Helpless, just four words.

It seems plain, but it contains a lot of sadness and sadness.

There are always some things that you encounter, no matter how much effort and struggle you put in, it is still in vain.

The woman in yellow lowered her head under her gaze, her cheeks gradually turned red, she twisted her hair unnaturally, and said, "Whoever says being a demon must be happy... and you ...Since you know that grandma and I are monsters, aren't you afraid of us?"

Murong Yan smiled slightly, and said, "In my life, those who want to harm me are all people."

The girl in yellow stared at Murong Yan's long-lost smile, and she also smiled like a flower, "You still look good when you smile, don't keep a straight face all the time."

"Unfortunately, there are not so many interesting things in this world." Murong Yan shrugged dumbfoundedly, and asked, "Is your grandma okay?"

"Grandma is still recovering in the secret room," the girl said.

Murong Yan nodded, these days she hid the wolf girl Yingying and this girl in the secret room under the imperial study.

If she hadn't heard the stories about the Heavenly Wolf City from the emperor's grandfather Murong Bupo, she would have found it hard to accept that there really are monsters in this world.

She stared at the pretty girl in front of her eyes, and suddenly asked curiously, "I haven't dared to teach the girl. What kind of monster is it?"

This girl in yellow is naturally the oriole spirit that Murong Yan rescued when she was a child.

It's just that she has never shown her real body in front of Murong Yan, so she still doesn't know.

But Ling'er's eyes dimmed, and she murmured, "What kind of monster am I... What kind of monster am I... I don't want to be a monster..."

The corners of Murong Yan's lips moved slightly, but she didn't speak.

"Why don't you keep asking, why don't I want to be a demon?" Ling'er met Murongyan's eyes.

"No matter who you are, there will always be things you don't want to do." Murong Yan said quietly, "If possible, I don't want to be the emperor." She paused, and then continued, "But there are always some things that are predestined , you and I cannot refuse."

Ling'er tilted her head and stared at her for a long time before saying, "You have really changed, what you said before is not so obscure."

Murong Yan also stared at her, "Oh? So, you've heard me speak before?"

Ling'er blinked and smiled sweetly, "Guess?"

"Have we met before?"

Ling'er still smiled and said nothing, and there were waves of drumming in the distance, she said, "It's getting late, I should go back and watch over grandma."

"Will you leave when your grandma recovers?" Murong Yan asked.

"I don't know, I... I always listen to grandma." Linger said.

Murong Yan turned her head, her eyes fell on the empty palace gate, and she sighed, "I hope you don't leave so quickly."

"You miss me very much. Shall we stay?" Linger asked, staring at her thin profile.

Murong Yan still stared at the palace gate and nodded silently.

"Thank you." The girl's voice suddenly became very light and pleasant.

Murong Yan was taken aback, then turned her head, and met Shang Ling'er's eyes shining brightly in the night.

"I came here just to say thank you personally."

"why?"

"One day, you may find out."