Sparrow dream dance

It was late at night, and the story seemed to be over.

She slowly closed her sour and heavy eyes, and said nothing for a long time, as if she had fallen asleep.

The whole palace fell into a long silence.

There is only one lamp left like a bean, which is about to be extinguished.

Murong Ling bent down and carefully covered Leng Lange's body with the quilt tightly, staring at her exhausted face after all the vicissitudes of life, finally stood up with red eyes.

She turned around and was taken aback for a moment, only to realize that Gu Ze hadn't left, but had been standing in the shadow.

She shook her head at her, then walked towards her, beckoning her to leave together.

"There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches, and the heart is pleasing to the king, but the king does not know."

Leng Lange on the sickbed suddenly murmured very softly.

Murong Ling paused, turned her head abruptly, and asked in a trembling voice, "Queen, what did you just... say?"

But seeing a sudden obvious pain on Leng Lange's face, she grasped the quilt with her thin hands almost convulsively, as if grasping the last straw.

"Mother!"

"Miss!"

Someone was calling her loudly, and someone was running in and out in a panic. . .But their voices drifted away slowly.

There are wood in the mountains and branches in the wood, and the heart is happy and the king does not know.

How stupid must a person be to always like someone who is destined to be unable to respond to him?

She barely opened her eyes, and tears flowed from the corners of her wrinkled eyes. There was a vast expanse of whiteness in front of her eyes, as if the coldness of the whole world had accumulated in her heart.

But she didn't feel scared, on the contrary she felt a little relieved.

Because she knew it was time.

But suddenly, a figure gradually appeared from the boundless white light.

Such a familiar face, such a familiar eyebrow.

Just like that, step by step, he ran towards her without hesitation. . .

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Tonight, let's pick out the candles brighter and brighter, so that she can see her clearly and remember her thoroughly.

In fact, she knew that candlelight had nothing to do with people. Even if three thousand fireworks were burned, if she wanted to really remember a person, she never saw it with her eyes—it had to describe it with her heart.

But at this moment, under the brilliant and flickering lights of the hall, at least the ripples in her eyes and the throbbing in her palms could be concealed.

Holding the cup, Leng Lange approached her step by step.

Approaching the Murongyan who was crouching over the desk and concentrating on reviewing the memorial, frowning and pursing her lips.

The bright yellow shirt on her body seemed too big and too heavy, and it didn't fit her thin body.

Alas, she really doesn't look happy at all.

She understands how difficult it is to be an emperor.There are countless things to worry about in governing the country, farming, corvee, taxation, everything needs to be taken care of by her personally.In addition, there are snowstorms in winter and floods and droughts in summer, so we must beware of temple conspiracy, wipe out bandits in the mountains, and avoid unreasonable crimes.

And these, Leng Lange also understands, in fact, she is not good at it.

It wasn't until she walked to her side that she raised her eyes and said wearily, "Ge'er, you're here."

She was not surprised by her arrival.

Murong Yan put down her pen, rubbed her forehead with one hand, pointed at some memorials on the table with the other, and sang to Leng Lan, "Look, this originally said that the Jiedu envoy of Youzhou secretly stored private soldiers, and his intentions were different. This is to say that someone from the Ministry of War colluded with the Cao Gang to open a salt factory privately to make huge profits. If Yan'er succeeds in the future, you have to be careful. Now that the military generals in the court are too powerful, you have to remind him to weigh more. .”

Leng Lange held the cup and listened quietly.

In the past seven years, she has long been used to it. Whenever the two of them are alone, whether on purpose or not, Murong Yan always talks about these important family and country affairs with her.

But in the face of life and death, what is a big deal?

Leng Lange tried her best to stabilize her trembling hands, and gently handed the cup to her, "Let's drink some ginseng soup first, I cooked it myself."

Murong Yan stared at her, didn't say much, and took it without hesitation.

Leng Lange turned his face away, not to see how she drank it all.Her gaze slowly landed on a thick memorial on the desk, only this one was never mentioned by Murong Yan.

"This is..." she asked softly.

Her face froze slightly, she put down the empty cup in her hand, and pretended to be careless, "It's just trivial things, not worth mentioning."

"It's those ministers who jointly signed and asked you to choose a concubine as soon as possible, right?" Leng Lange said softly.

The air seemed to be frozen for a moment, Murong Yan didn't reply.

After a long time, she got up and sighed softly, "Let's go, go see Ling'er."

But Murongyan only took one step, then clutched her chest, turned her head, and looked at Leng Lange who was standing motionless in disbelief.

But in the next moment, she laughed, tears blurred her eyes that were gradually slackening, and Leng Lange's figure gradually became blurred.

She reached out to her, as if to grab her, but it was weak.

With a 'plop', she finally could no longer support her heavier and heavier body, and fell into the boundless darkness.

Leng Lange hugged her and put her head on his lap.Staring at her blankly, he kissed the center of her brow, the tip of her nose, and her chin with her eyes. . .

Looking at Murongyan's frowning eyebrows, she suddenly remembered that a long, long time ago, the young Murongyan had a fight with her sixth brother in the snow, and in the end she lost a mess and fainted to death.At that time, I was holding her like this, looking at her like this. . .

She stretched out her hand tremblingly, and stroked her eyebrows gently.

Just like at the beginning, inch by inch, I wanted to heal all the sorrow, resentment, grievance, and bitterness in her heart. . .

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Murong Yan never dreamed that such a day would come.

When he opened his eyes, there was darkness in front of him.But she still saw that she was lying in the sleeping hall of Zhaolan Hall from the top of the bed engraved with pear flower patterns.

After a short period of confusion, she was shocked because she found that she only had a thin underwear on her body, not only that, but her body was completely immobile.

She could only lie there stiffly, her limbs felt icy cold, and the overwhelming chill made her teeth tremble uncontrollably.

As her mind gradually cleared up, she hurriedly adjusted her breath secretly, trying to use her kung fu to resist, but found that her breath was like a stone sinking into the sea, and she could barely move her palm despite all her strength.

"At the beginning, you used this 'fake death medicine' to send Huo Sheng out of the palace, right?"

In the darkness, You Xiang's soft, warm and delicate body pressed tightly against her, exhaling hot air beside her ear.

Hearing this voice, Murong Yan was startled suddenly, her heart was beating like thunder, as if she was being shocked by electricity.

His body, which was already difficult to move, became even more uncontrollable. At this time, he couldn't even lift his little finger.

She really wanted to open her mouth and ask her why she did this. . .

But there is no other way than staring at the beautiful and beautiful face in front of him.

She thought that she wanted her life.

Even if she wants her life, she is not surprised, she can die by her hands, even willingly.

But now. .Looking at Leng Lange who was lying on her body with barely a ray in front of her, she couldn't understand why it was like this?

She watched Leng Lange slowly stretch out her slender hand, sticking it to her cold cheek, looking at herself tenderly, and said in a low voice, "Idiot...for the past seven years...thank you...thank you for always being with me Look at me and Ling'er..."

Leng Lange paused, tears welled up in his eyes, "Actually, you and I are both poor people. You obviously like her so much, but you don't know that you have to part ways... and I... the person I like is by my side , but her heart is...but..."

She couldn't continue, tears fell heavily on Murong Yan's cheeks, burning like corrosion.

Murong Yan's eyes were also red, but she couldn't do anything except look at her for a moment.

Leng Lange wiped away her tears, raised her lips, and tried to smile, "Idiot, after tonight, I will never cry for you again... I will return you to her...but at least tonight... "

Before she finished speaking, she was still in tears, "At least tonight... Please be that idiot that only belongs to me one last time, okay?"

Murong Yan naturally couldn't refuse anymore, she slowly untied the underwear on her body, untied the cloth strips tightly wrapped around her chest.

Then, she raised her hand to her back, and slowly opened the tie of the bellyband.

Looking at all this, Murong Yan felt a loud noise in her head.

In a daze, her graceful and crystal-clear jade body pressed against her, and those two soft and moist lips pressed against her thin lips.

Between her and her, perhaps they should have loved each other like this, and lingered to death.

It's a pity that love is not the time, not the place.

So I can't stay with you for a long time, and I can't stay until the end.

Leng Lange looked at Murongyan with tears in his eyes, and tightly held her gradually warm hand.

I don't know if it was her tears or her tears, but they flowed bitterly between their hot lips and teeth.

At that moment, Murongyan felt that a sharp knife cut through the hearts of both of them, and then the hearts on both sides bleed out at the same time, and quickly blended together.

When it was almost dawn, she lay on her body, panting lightly.

"I'm going to forget you."

She propped herself up slightly, gently stroked Murongyan's still pale cheeks with her hand, then pulled out/down the plum blossom hairpin in her hair and held it in her hand.

"I really want to forget you."

She said it firmly again, although the hand holding the hairpin trembled a little.

Her eyes were red, but she didn't shed tears anymore, she pressed the tip of the hairpin to Murong Yan's handsome cheek.

"I'm going to forget you...forget you...forget you..."

Every time she said 'forget about you', she forced herself to harden her heart and draw deep bloodstains on her face.

Because she wanted to kill that Murongyan with her own hands, and bury all her feelings for her with her own hands.

Murong Yan looked at her without blinking, her palms slowly clenched into fists, but she didn't stop Leng Lange.

Because she understands that this scar is the best farewell gift she can give herself.

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On the bank of Wangchuan River, Manzhu is like smoke.

She stepped onto the stone bridge on the other side, and an old woman handed her a bowl of hot soup.

She stood there blankly and didn't pick it up.

"This life is like a dream, so why be persistent, reincarnation in the next life, meeting Nanke again, that's all." The old woman looked at her and said quietly.

"Grandma, if life is really like a dream, but I owe someone a dream in this life, if there is an afterlife, can I give her back a good old dream?" she begged.

The old woman was silent for a long time, but said word by word, "Samsara has fate, don't say any more, drink this soup quickly."

She let out a long sigh, and could only take it and look up.

A tear fell from her eye socket into the bowl.

The old woman took the bowl and watched the thin figure gradually disappear by the misty Santu River.

A yellow bird landed on her shoulder and chirped a few words.

The old woman looked down at the crystal teardrop in the bowl, and her hoarse voice suddenly became lazy and elegant, "What are you afraid of? We haven't broken the rules of the underworld. Didn't I give her Meng Po soup? I just want to leave something behind."

There were layers of white mist around her, and soon a beautiful woman with icy bones and smooth muscles stepped out of the white mist. With a smile on her lips, she whispered to the oriole on her shoulder, "Since you have got the things, she Reincarnated too, we should be on our way too."

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At night in Yanjing, the stars are shining brightly.Weiyang's hall was brightly lit.She widened her eyes, looking in surprise at the corridor leading to the brightly lit palace in front of her.

"Miss, what's the matter with you?" The servant in white behind her looked at her in confusion, "We have to hurry, Your Majesty and all your highnesses are waiting to see your performance."

"Miss?" Leng Lange muttered the title.

This is. .what happened?

She looked down at her clean and slender hands, and touched her wrinkle-free young face in disbelief.

When she was extremely confused, Leng You walked over slowly.

She rubbed her eyes in disbelief, and stammered, "Father..."

Leng You looked at her lovingly, and said with a smile, "Father's Ge'er has really grown up."

Leng Lange was stunned. At this moment, Leng You only had family members in his eyes and had no desire for power.

"Miss Leng, please."

The ceremonial supervisor stepped forward to guide her, and when she stepped into the Weiyang Hall, she heard the low praises and exclamations of all the civil and military officials in the hall, as well as the suppressed sound of breathing.

Suddenly a cool breeze came, and the fragrance of pears floated.

She raised her eyes, and her eye sockets were wet immediately, the young man at the banquet was still unparalleled in beauty, like jasper.

The four eyes met each other, as if they had lived two lives.

"I don't know what song Ge'er is going to sing and dance today?" Emperor Yan Zhao, who was sitting at the top, asked.

She stood up straight, took a deep breath, and squeezed out the most beautiful smile,

"Vietnamese song."

Finally, it was back to the carefree and lush years at the beginning, there were no swords, swords, or plots, only the original self and the original her.

"Ge'er, I actually know what's on your mind."

She blushed and said anxiously, "But I dare not say that I like you, because I am... Actually I am..."

She grabbed her neck and threw herself into her arms, smiling with tears in her eyes,

"Idiot, I actually know all about it."

This time, if there is only honesty between her and her, can they love for a longer time without any difference?

"Tick tock", a tear ran down Gu Ze's cheek and hit those skinny hands heavily.

Gu Ze held Leng Lange tightly, staring blankly at her smiling and calm face.

For some reason, she felt that Leng Lange looked very happy at this moment.

It was as if he was having a sweet dream, a dream that he never had to wake up from.

End.