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Sometimes he wondered, if he knew that his mother was still alive, could he hate it less? If he can hate it a little, maybe he won't miss his beloved woman, or at least not hurt her so much, then he won't come to the end!

Leaving the bamboo forest, he slowly walked into the dorm, everything in front of him was so familiar. Every item here has been moved intact from the Qingyuan Garden in General's Mansion, and even the placement is exactly the same.

He walked to the dresser and gently held the red sandalwood carved wood comb that she had used. It still seemed to have her breath left on it. The elegant fragrance made people addicted unknowingly. Can't quit.

In the closet at the corner, there was all the clothing she had worn, mostly white. On the top of the closet, it was neatly stacked, the red wedding dress she wore on the day she married him. He raised his hand carefully and took it down, holding it in his palm, like holding everything that is most precious in life. He went to the bed and lay down slowly, and the big red wedding gown was lying beside him, replacing his beloved heart.

For a few days back to the dynasty, he wandered around the Qiankun Temple and the Imperial Study Room every day, handling affairs day and night, leaving no spare time for himself. Thousands of people in this huge palace were watching him wink. He sits on the icy chair symbolizing the highest power every day, and the supreme honor cannot hide the loneliness and loneliness in his heart.

The palace was too big and the dragon bed was too wide, but he had to be alone and hang around.

Rong Le, Rong Le ... when can I see you again?

Zong Zheng had no plans to lay in Qingxu Garden for half a day. He had not been able to take a good rest for many days. At this moment he frowned, in a state of extreme exhaustion, sleepless, his eyelashes trembled, and he fell into those embarrassing memories.

The grey sky, the fog on the icy river, the river was flowing turbulently, and brought a burst of bright red. The five-year-old boy was struggling in the water and looked shocking at a glance!

His dark eyes opened in despair and helplessness, and seemed to feel that life was passing away bit by bit, but there was nothing he could do, and the fear of death filled the young mind. There was a suffocating tear in his chest, his gaze pierced through the red river water to see the cold world, and he asked the cruel fate silently, "Why?"

From the beginning of his life, he experienced the cruelty of his blood relatives. He watched his mother leave those who protect him one by one. In the end, he was left alone, with scars all over him. respite. In those dark nights raging in snow, he dragged his tired body forward slowly, and his steps took out two lines of bloodstains.

He can't die! Must survive! Only alive can hope to become strong! In order to rescue the mother who is suffering for him, can he know why his father who gave birth to him will kill him! He was full of resentment, and from that moment on, his heartache seemed to have eaten his lungs, and he survived intensely. He gave him surging vitality beyond ordinary people. He didn't know how long he drifted in the river, and finally waited until his hands would gradually grow. Unconscious, he dragged out of the water.

The five-year-long hunt and escape has ended, but the misfortune brought to him has just begun. Two years later, with the assistance of the Lord of Heaven's Gate, he made a plan to rescue his mother, but after entering the palace, he saw his mother's body buried in flames. At that moment, the hatred was like that monstrous fire, burning and spreading wantonly in his heart, as if it had the power to burn everything. From then on, it was only the deep hatred that sustained him.

In those cruel trainings without humanity, in the terrible dark struggle, he learned to face everything with a smile, used to put on a mask, hid his truest self, and cultivated a ruthless heart. He made difficult progress towards his destination step by step, leaving everything in the world out of sight, and no one can stop his plan for revenge! It's just that he can't violate the rules of life. He met her, the cool woman who was calmly calm as if he didn't care about everything in the world, and the unavoidable calamity in his life.

When did you start falling in love with her? He has lost sight of it. Maybe I heard someone describe her before I met her. Maybe it was the first encounter by Tianshui Lake. Maybe it was in the bamboo forest of Dongjiao Inn. Maybe it was a reunion in the palace. Maybe it was the gaze under the roof ...

Why he fell in love with him, he didn't know, maybe it was because of a glimpse into human nature, or the back of her crying alone in the heavy rain, the fragile, lonely soul that she tried to hide, and the former He is so similar that it makes him unbearable ... hurts. He admired her tenacity and intelligence, as well as her exquisite thoughts to make a seamless plan. In the years that she spent with each other day and night, in her indifferent but sad sentimental smile, he clearly watched himself sink.

A person who has long lost his qualifications for love finally managed to cocoon himself and push himself into the abyss that is gone forever!

Qing Si Cheng Xue, how much she hated, he knew. In the hundreds of nights of the year, as long as he closed his eyes, he could see the silver wire flying in the air, and instantly turned into a sharp sword piercing his heart, as if arrows were piercing the heart.

The man lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes. He slowly got up and sat upright. The sky was dark outside, and he tilted his head to look at the big red wedding dress lying flat on the inside. The phoenix embroidered by gold wire in the dark seemed to be reborn. Soaring into the sky, like her. Today, people are gone, and only a wedding dress is left. All this seems to be so ironic. He teased his lips slightly and exhaled softly. Without her, he could survive the walking dead.

He got up and went back to the Imperial Study Room, waiting for him to be the mountain of government affairs. He didn't take a look and went straight into the inner room. The rhizomes of the plants on the bed were transparent in color, and the black leaves gradually opened. At this moment of the day, fresh blood needed to nourish and grow.

He raised his hand, trying to put his index finger into the dark flower leaf hole, but suddenly he stopped and glanced slightly.

"Your Majesty no longer has to work hard, she doesn't need this anymore!" With a soft voice, a woman appeared behind the screen in Yushufang. The woman's Liu Mei is picturesque, her skin is as white as snow, and her facial features are exquisite. Tingting stepped in, she saluted silently.

There are only two kinds of people who can reach him without passing on information. The first is a confidant and the second is a person whose identity should not be made public. Zong Zheng had no expression or expression and turned to look at her.

Women are respectful and courteous, but not humble. She stepped forward and sighed softly: "Such a small tree of blood is enough to restore one's black hair, but the Southern Emperor took the anti-snow to reduce the rumors of white-haired wickedness in order to calm down the army riots At the cost of ten years, her hair has turned white. Therefore, she will not take blood, and her majesty will stop hurting herself! "

Zong Zheng's face changed abruptly, staring at the bed that he regarded as a treasure, a moment of loss of mind. After a long while, he raised his hand again, and determinedly pointed his finger at the plant that could only **** blood to survive.

"Your Majesty, you ... what are you doing?" The woman looked complex, sighing sighing at the man's pale face.

The blood black sucked enough blood, and the dark red leaves were weary and loose, revealing a strange luster. He looked calm and calm, only retracted his hand, the deep blood hole at his fingertips. If he hadn't seen it, he asked lightly, "Who spread the white-haired demon rumors?"

The woman frowned, "Sang Qiu, the prime minister of the Southern Dynasty, is said to have retrieved several secret letters from his house, which are covered with your seal."

Zong Zheng's unscrupulous glance suddenly suddenly benefited, "Yi Xi's seal?"

The woman nodded with certainty. He turned slowly, took a few steps on his back, and his face was deep and unpredictable.

The room was very quiet, the needle drop was audible, and after a moment, he took a deep breath and spit it out, as if he had exhausted his whole body to ask: "She ... how is it going?"

The woman nodded gently, and said, "She's fine and happy."

Zong Zheng looked up silently, hiding the look under his eyes, and said, "Then ... did she say, when did you come to me ... revenge?" The low and soothing voice was like the snow and ice over the branches The sound of the sound, full of vicissitudes and sadness, silently suppressed, gathered a solid ice mist in my heart.

The woman shook her head slightly, as if infected by the man's desolate breath, and there was a touch of sentimentality in her eyes.

Zong Zheng laughed at himself and waved his hand, "You go, take care of the tea plantation business for her, don't let her down."

The woman moved her lips, and wanted to say something but ended up saying nothing. She answered and saluted her.

Zong Zheng stepped out of the screen, walked to the desk, sat down, took out a transparent jasper stamp from the drawer, and held it tightly in his palm. Clear lips are not bloody.

An emperor's seal, who else can use it in this world? After my dearest mother, have you been so impatient?

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