Chapter 702

Unique, Rongguang.

Everyone's head is blank, forgetting everything. I only remember the man with black hair covered with blood and a pale woman with long hair drooping down on the top of the palace. His delicate jaw is stained with blood and snow, which only reminds people of peach blossom falling on jade wall. His eyes are empty and there is no one, but everyone will be beautiful from now on Li Chang lives in the dream end.

In the years that followed, when everyone thought of this moment, they could not help but stop all the things at hand, silent, dreamy, yearning and sighing.

Such as yearning for the world, because of the extremely beautiful and God like beautiful peach land.

At this moment, the world was silent, and the army forgot its mission and responsibility before its irresistible appearance.

No one spoke at this moment. I was afraid that the voice would startle the elf like beauty, and then I found that the shocking beauty was just a dream.

At this moment, Ning Yi tried to struggle on the snow and moved his elbow slowly towards fengzhiwei. At this moment, only Gu Nan Yi was holding Feng Zhiwei, who was cold. At that moment, Wan Jun lost his face and was not stopped.

Step forward.

From Shizhang palace city.

Jump down.

In a twinkling of an eye, winter is over, and then another spring. Spring slips away very quickly. It seems that the jacket has just been put on, and then it is changed into a single shirt. It has not been worn for a few days, so we have to find out the cotton padded jacket of last year.

When every household is busy changing cotton padded jacket, some people still wear single clothes and ride alone around the world.

A green suit, a white horse, a green leaf flute, from this winter, blowing to that winter.

Ye Di was thin in his lips, and he was already familiar with the tune. Some people looked at him strangely all the way and thought that he was a madman.

He turned a blind eye and looked up to meet the cool wind in early winter.

"Teach you a way not to get lost."

"This kind of tree is flourishing all over the country. If we go anywhere in the future, no matter how urgent or inconvenient it is, we should not forget to leave this pattern under the root of this tree, and then we can find each other easily."

"You are responsible for leaving the mark. I know the way. I come to see you."

You promised to find me, but every time I come to you, you Liar.

Blowing the flute, finding you.

That year, he fell to the palace city with her in his arms. After that, he fainted. When he woke up, he was on Xiaobai's back. The psychic horse was waiting outside the palace city, but only took him away.

He was badly hurt, but he didn't die. The wound was well treated. He didn't know where his father and Zhan xuyao had gone. Maybe he would stop here, or find a place to fight life and death again. He didn't want to care about this anymore. He only cared about - where was she?

It is said that he fell with her in his arms that night, and there were tens of thousands of royal guards at the bottom. Many people said that they saw her fall into the crowd, but no one could find her body. At that time, people were so chaotic that some people were trampled to death, and they died beyond recognition. However, the bodies were found one by one, without her.

If not, there is hope.

Just look for it.

This year, he went through the South China Sea, South Fujian, grassland, Xiliang, heard the sea breeze in the garden, saw the sea in anlanyu, went to Pucheng in Dayue, found the Baitou cliff on the grassland, and went to Jinghu in gedamu snow mountain.

On the wharf of the South China Sea, he wandered around like a ghost, looking for the shadow of his tent at that time, and stopped in front of a corner. There, she pushed the knowledge into his arms and broke through his chaotic world with warmth and frankincense.

"You have been so soft, so fragrant, holding your mother's arms, you should have heard the mother's songs, and been touched by his father's face."

No, Zhiwei, those I have forgotten, the brightest trace in life is from you.

In Puyuan, Pucheng, he lingered for a long time in front of the house she had lived in. His palms were attached to the cold wall. In those days, he stuck to the wall in the same posture. There was her behind the wall, and a wall seemed to touch her undulating heart. Now he only felt the palm of his hand was cold, the room behind the wall was empty, and the light and shadow wandered.

In front of the mirror lake, opposite the huge stone heart, he held his knees and waited for a long time. He waited for her to come out from behind the stone heart. He gently laughed at him and said, "ah, you really know I'm here."

He waited for three days and three nights. He stepped on the lotus and crossed the center of the lake again and again. The wind of the snow mountain blew his skirt. In a trance, she was still on his side. She was walking on the lotus. However, when he turned his head, it was always a white void.

He tried so hard to find her, and then one day he finally realized that he would never find her.

Life or death, when she is determined to annihilate in the crowd, then no one can find her.

When he thought about this, he raised his face vigorously, but even if he did so quickly, he still felt that there was hot and humid liquid flowing down silently.

"If one day I cry for anyone, I will never laugh again."

Zhiwei, today I finally know how to shed tears for you, can you see?

He quietly raised his face, waiting for the dry wind in early winter to dry his face. The small piece of wet skin was a little tight, like a decade of ups and downs in her life.Then he dismounted and found his pen and paper.

This year, he sometimes wrote some words and buried them under the marked trees.

In Pucheng, he wrote: peony is very beautiful, red eyebrows, lovely. Jin Siyu became emperor. He was also in Pucheng. He pretended not to see me. I pretended not to see him.

In baitouya, he wrote: I hate you for hiding everything important from me.

In the rest garden, he wrote: when you were about to die here, I didn't know the sadness at that time. Sometimes when I hated, I would think, what would it be like if you really wanted to die at that time? After thinking for a long time, I still can't think of it. By the way, Hua Qiong and Yan Huaishi are good now.

In anlanyu he wrote: I know you remember this place, you did not say, but I just know that you want to see the sea here, I read it for you, nothing to see.

In Jinghu, he wrote: at the beginning, you put a suicide note in Ningcheng's arms to Ning Yi. You gave the antidote of alcohol poisoning to Hua Qiong, gave the secret order to Qi's father and son, and gave two keys of Dacheng secret library to Hang Ming. You asked me to ask Zhan xuyao for the last key, open Dacheng secret library, and give Ning Yi the benefit of the dead and the suffering people. You asked these people to give these important things to Ning Yi, give Ning Yi a reason to save their lives. You have arranged a way for everyone. Why don't you arrange yourself?

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