Chapter 1275： High above

What are you doing? Jun Riyue was annoyed in her heart: When did I get on top? Say I'm naive? Isn't it right to be single-minded? Are you embarrassed? Am I still chilly? Who wants a coldhearted person to be a sister! Also, I don't want that throne at all. See what she is proud of, but don't forget that she is inferior to her in school? snort! Huh? People? Why did you go so far? I really don't want to be on the same road with her, but I don't know the way! Ugh! Go after it!

"Hey! Wait for me! Hey! Did you hear that!" Jun Riyue yelled, and ran towards the fading figure with full horsepower--

In the Tianju Pavilion, the only emperor looked at the woman in the painting infatuatedly. She was graceful in white and proud of the world. His always calm face was a rare confusion. He muttered to himself, "After so many years, you still haven't changed. Even your daughter is of the same temper with you, and doesn’t put everything in the world in your eyes. Alas! No matter, I’ve been planted in your hands for the rest of my life.” He laughed like a mockery, and then said to himself: “Zhi Han?" In front of her eyes, she seemed to see Qinglingling lakeside, light blue fragrant Zhihan flowers all over the sky, the girl smiled back, cool and charming, it was the encounter that was doomed to the entanglement of the two. Putting down the portrait is like comforting oneself, and like guaranteeing something, "You and my child must be the best in the world, so how can you let go of the beautiful child? You will definitely come to her, right? When the time comes, our family will be reunited! Ha ha! Don’t worry! I will definitely let her get the best in the world!” After a pause, he looked at the portrait of the woman in pink, and a trace of guilt flashed in his eyes: “Rain Aoi...I let you down, I'm sorry, the person I love is always your sister Yu Luo...'Mo Lifei', I can understand your love for me, but my heart can't let go of anyone, As for Li Fei, don't worry, I won't treat her badly."

Half a year later, Qiansheng Palace, Xiaomeng Palace.

"The autumn breeze is bleak and the weather is cold, and the vegetation is shaking and dew is turning into frost." Jun Riyue sighed softly, leaning against the window watching the flowers and plants staggered by the bleak autumn wind. In the past, when I was in school, I could only understand the meaning literally, but now I look at Xiao Se Qiu Jing and reflect the mood at this moment, but I can truly appreciate the desolation in this poem.

Jun Riyue has lived here for half a year as Emperor Jingxuan. For half a year, eating well, dressing well, and using well, the emperor gave her everything she should have, but he never looked at her more. She is like an enshrined tablet, although people kept offering incense, But no one cares about her feelings, it can be said that she has been almost completely ignored by this palace.

But who can blame all this? I can only blame myself for not being able to live up to it. I have always been proud of my ability to learn. I don’t know enough about it here. I don’t have superb wisdom, I don’t have inherently strong spiritual power, and I don’t have a likable personality. Even Xu Zhihan, who has never been in the bottom of his eyes, is much better than himself. No wonder no one likes herself here. What people here need is a hero that can be relied on, a legend that can be worshipped, and she is just an ordinary person, an ordinary person living in the legend. All the legends here are still continuing, and then more legends have been created... The grandmother is the patriarch of the Tianyi clan, the grandfather is the elder of the Xueren, the grandmother is the palace lord of the Moon God, the mother is the salvation hero, and the father Is a dignified emperor of a country.