Lian Jue

In the days when Lian Jue was not around, Qing Yao could only look up at the blue sea and blue sky and miss her over and over again.This feeling is happy but very bitter, as intoxicating as old wine.

If you don't love lovesickness in your life, if you want lovesickness, it will hurt lovesickness.Facing the bronze mirror, watching the time pass by in a hurry has become a posture that can never be achieved.

Waiting is beautiful, because it is not available, it is eternal, a delicate canvas, hanging on the wall, covered with dust.

At night, Jinglan Palace is surrounded by the breeze, and the insects sing with a hoarse soft voice, as if expressing their heartfelt love to their lover.

Qing Yao held the pen between her slender fingers, and the thick ink on the tip had dried up.Sighing, Qing Yao was stained with ink again, and could not write for a long time.

I want to write a letter to His Majesty, but I can't answer when I pick up the pen. I just miss you, but I want to say it, but my dream is gone.

It was finally completed, and there was only one poem on the paper that had been read hundreds of times by predecessors.

White dew is born on the jade steps, and the socks are invaded for a long time at night.But under the crystal curtain, Linglong looks at the autumn moon.

If summer is over, when autumn leaves are flying, the moon is high and the clouds are clear, will His Majesty come back?

"Empress, it's late at night, don't you still want to rest?" the palace maid Xiaowei asked.

"Rest later, if you don't watch the night today, go down."

Not only did Xiaowei not salute and leave, but she took a lot of strides, took a step forward, and walked to Qing Yao's side.

"This little poem is really artistic. Empress?"

Qing Yao suddenly felt that something was wrong, and when she looked up, Xiao Wei looked a little different from her usual self, her eyes were much sharper, and her figure was also a little different.

I was startled in my heart, but I saw Xiaowei took two steps back, without any other movements.

"You are not Xiaowei, who are you?"

"Empress, it's me." Xiao Wei tore off the mask on her face, revealing her face. From the side view, it was white and bright, with a strand of hair hanging by her ear.On the other half of the face, dark yellow scars lay across, just blurring the woman's most beautiful face.

"Linglong? Why are you here?" Qing Yao exclaimed.

The woman named Linglong smiled coldly: "The princess is afraid that you will be wronged in a foreign country."

Linglong, the number one maid beside Princess Jiahuang, is good at changing appearances and has a cold temperament.When Qing Yao was in the Danxi Palace, she served Princess Jiahuang for a while.Naturally, I recognize this person.

"Princess still misses her slaves?"

"How can you not miss it. The princess sent me here to see the empress, empress, don't call yourself a slave, you can't bear it."

When Qing Yao heard it, she also knew the importance of it, but she hadn't gotten used to it yet, so she was already the queen of a country.

Zhi heard Linglong say again: "However, it's hard to say whether this queen will still exist in the future."

These words are too vicious, even Qing Yao has a bad face.

"In that case, why did Linglong come here for the first time?"

"The princess said, it's great for you to be a queen, but it would be even better if you can contribute to the Danxi Kingdom. As for the future, we will talk about it later."

"Why should I listen to you. Qing Yao has no one to rely on in Danxi."

Linglong Scar's half face twitched. "It's really fast to betray your country so quickly... But the princess is kind enough to find your sister who has been missing for ten years. Do you want to see her?"

"What did you say?"

"Haven't heard clearly?"

"impossible."

"Why is it impossible? The plum blossoms on your sister's shoulders are beautiful and special." Linglongying gave a salute, took out the brocade handkerchief that reflected the plum blossoms, and put it in front of Qing Yao. The different faces looked sharply contrasted, bright and sinister. "Linglong will take her leave first, and will often trouble the empress in the future."

Qing Yao looked at Linglong who was leaving, grabbed the brocade handkerchief, and sat down on the bed.Yan Jingling in black was sitting on the eaves, the blade was sharp, but it was restrained in the scabbard, without any sharpness. He looked at the people who walked out without saying a word.

In the long silence, the wind blows through Jinglan Palace, blows up Yan Jingling's clothes, blows across the sky, and blows to the flood discharge channel with white waves.

"Quick! Stretch out your hand--" The water slapped everyone's face, body, and eyes with boundless mist, and everyone was very embarrassed.

The light of the moon and the stars disappeared at the same time, and the entire land was ridiculously dark.Coupled with Lang's arrogance, it is almost impossible to see where the person to be rescued is.

The rope was tied to the big tree next to it, creaking, like an endless and frantic nightmare.

"Master Lu, it's not good, I'm afraid the place where we stand will be washed away."

When Lu Min heard this, his eyes turned red, and he looked at the person still struggling in the water, without raising his head, and continued to pull the person up.

Only at this time, people will admit their insignificance, insignificant in the face of the flood.But, how can you give up, they are the heroes of Jialan, can other people leave with peace of mind?

"Everyone continue to work hard and try our best to pull people up."

One after another, they finally broke free from the evil hands mixed with sand and stones, and stepped ashore, feeling the joy of surviving the disaster in their hearts, but seeing the people still struggling in the water, they fell into deep worry.

Finally, another big wave hit, and the sand and rocks under my feet loosened a little more, and some of them couldn't hold on and slid into the water.

"It's about to collapse, evacuate some people first!" Lu Min's voice was hoarse, and he ordered loudly.

"My lord, you retreat first."

"withdraw!"