Xiangye wants to brush the sense of existence

Let's talk about Bai Rong, Bai Rong is only eighteen this year, he entered the mansion at the age of nine, and has been with Nan Puyue for nearly ten years, and he knows the character of his prince well.

Nan Puyue's face is cold and kind-hearted, and she seems to regard Zhuge Yi as an enemy on weekdays. In fact, Zhuge Yi is not only his only close friend, but in the dark, he may also be an irreversible friend. The relationship between the two has been tacit for many years. Especially in the days before Nan Pujin was critically ill, Zhuge Yi ran here every two days. As a servant, he had already learned how to observe words and expressions. He could understand Nan Puyue's state of mind at this time. It seems unacceptable and sad.

But then again, this incident happened too suddenly, even if he was a servant who had nothing to do with Zhuge Yi, he felt a little sad for a while, after all, he is a good man, so young Promising, if you say you don’t have it, you don’t have it, it’s really a pity.

The red light hit Nan Puyue's handsome face, even her eyes were red, she couldn't tell if it was pain or the fire, she knew it was unnecessary to ask these questions, but it was just because of depression in her heart, Nan Puyue Pu Yue simply stopped embarrassing him, waved her hand and said, "Go report it."

"Here."

Looking at the purgatory-like fire in front of him in a daze, he suddenly closed his eyes deeply.

In the red pupils, it seemed that he saw the handsome and handsome face of that person, and it seemed like a dream, from the first time I saw it to now...

"Are you sure he is a prince and not a princess?"

"you're so beautiful……"

"Yue, let me love you well..."

"Yue, promise me, never leave me..."

"Yue, I love you..."

Yue...

Yue...

Yue...

……

The pictures in his memory were replayed in his mind over and over again, and he couldn't drive them away, and couldn't shake them off.

It is too late for a peach blossom on a human face, and it is already at a loss to recall this feeling.

It turned out that he had already stole his heart unknowingly, but he never had the courage to admit it face to face.

I don't know how long I've been standing here, and I don't know why I'm standing here, but before I know it, it's already dawn.

There are a few snowflakes blown from the treetops into the neck, which is cool...

This whole night, he didn't cry, because his heart was numb from the pain, and he didn't know how much more it could hurt. Perhaps, after his sister passed away, he no longer knew what sadness was.

When Bai Rong came back, a few hours ago, he said that the Taifu passed out because he was too sad to catch his breath.

As if he hadn't heard of it, he just stood there without doing anything.

The fire burned for three days and two nights before it was completely extinguished, and warm smoke curled up from the ashes, gently, like mysterious ghosts.

The servants cleaned up the ruins and debris, and soon the place turned into a black and dry flat land.

Zhuge Yi's death was no less a sensation than Nan Pujin's. After getting the news, everyone was shocked and uproarious!

After dealing with the funeral, the Grand Tutor aged a lot in just a few days. Sima Yu was so sad that he avoided seeing guests for many days and shut himself up at home, regretting and blaming himself.

Nan Puyue is still Nan Puyue, but her behavior has become more and more quiet, her complexion is like water every day, she should eat and sleep, and the servants can't see anything unusual after a long time.

However, this is not the case. Sometimes, for no reason, he would stare blankly at something for a long time; In the middle, tears rolled down my cheeks, it was actually salty...

The face of that person appeared in his mind, in a trance, for a long time, he never heard that person calling his name unscrupulously again, so long that he almost forgot what his name was.

I still remember that he said that he took something away from him. In fact, he already knew what it was. At this time, he stole his heart as well, but now that life and death are separated, there is no chance to treat that thing again. People poured out their affection...

The vicissitudes of life are not old, the sun and the moon are still there.

In the 558th year of Nanpu Kingdom, in the late spring, Wei Guo took the initiative to marry Nanpu Kingdom as a sign of peace.

King Nanpu readily accepted, and the state of Wu fell into tension.

Wu Zhichong, the third prince of the Wu Kingdom, is narrow-minded, and the hatred of last year is still in his heart. Although Zhuge Yi is dead, he still feels unhappy that he cannot kill himself with blood. Therefore, Nan Puyue has successfully become a thorn in his side, a thorn in his flesh, and secretly sent assassins. Whenever the opportunity arises, he will be punished and killed.

In June, which was also Ji Xia, Zhou Qiao gave birth to a son smoothly. It was rumored that a hundred flowers bloomed overnight, and a hundred birds brought auspiciousness, which was a sign of great auspiciousness.

Zhou Shuxing's meaning is to turn disaster into good fortune, which is a good omen, so he and Nan Puyue made it clear that they should go to the temple and offer incense and pray to express their gratitude.

Thinking that he hadn't traveled far for a long time, and the long-term depression really exhausted him physically and mentally, so Nan Puyue readily agreed.

On this day, the weather was fine, the sun was warm, the windows were full of flowers and the trees were lush.

The other courtyard that was burnt down and abandoned by fire half a year ago is already full of peonies vying for fragrance and beauty. The sound is sweet.

The camera turns to Wanhua Pavilion.

In the secluded corridor, a graceful figure stood on the jade steps. I saw her curling up the hair of a married woman. She was dressed in light green clothes that matched the surrounding scenery. She was gentle yet charming. It was hard to imagine. A woman who has just given birth can still maintain such a slender figure.

At this time, Zhou Qiao was making instructions and preparations for Nan Puyue's car dealership, and was counting the things that he needed to bring with him later.

"The mountain is high and the road is far away, and the road is rough. There may be bumps, so add a cushion."

"Here."

A servant leaves.

"My lord Xijing, what can I do with only three brocade handkerchiefs? Go and get five more."

"Here."

Another servant left.

"There are still men and horses. It's too unsafe to accompany ten people. If you encounter bandits and robbers, what's the matter? Let's send ten more people."

The leading guard in front paused first, and then replied in a low voice: "Ma'am, this is what the lord told me. He said that he didn't like crowds. He wanted to bring only two or three people. The lord reluctantly agreed because of the strong recommendation from the villain. Look at this..."

The guard looked troubled.

Zhou Qiao hesitated for a moment, although she was worried about him, but since she said so, she couldn't force her to persist on her behalf, so she waved her hand and said, "Forget it, remember to take good care of him on the way, and don't make any accidents." Then, as if thinking of something, Looking back at Bai Rong, "Where's the prince?"

Bai Rong looked at the study room, then turned his head and replied honestly: "The prince is still playing chess, so I'll report it now."

"Wait a minute." Zhou Qiao stopped him, sighed slightly and said, "Let me go."