Qin Liusu looked at the Fourth Prince who walked out calmly. He was usually cold, inhumane and indestructible, but at this moment, he looked so lonely.
She avoided everyone and retreated quietly, following him from a distance, walking step by step in his footsteps.
Late autumn has arrived, the evening breeze is blowing, and the leaves of the sycamore trees in the Imperial Garden have begun to fall again.
Zhu Minglie walked all the way to the most remote corner of Leng Palace——
Liusu saw the words "Jinse Palace" written on the palace door, but due to the passage of time, the color of the writing began to fade.
Jinse Palace? Is this the place where Emperor Zhuyue issued an imperial decree last time prohibiting Zhu Minglie from coming?
Liusu saw him looking deeply at the heavy palace door and said——
"I have always wanted to hate you. You brought me such humiliation that I couldn't hold my head high in front of my father and all my brothers. No matter how good I was to my father, he still ignored me, even in front of everyone,
Tell me not to enter the palace. I should hate you, but I can't. Are we destined not to meet each other in this life? Are you as lonely as me in there?"
Who could be living in this cold palace?
Is she the fourth prince’s princess?
Is it related to the emperor being so cold towards the Fourth Prince?
Liusu's heart was full of doubts, but after hearing such words, her heart became soft. No one in the inner courtyard of the palace was too simple. Everyone probably had a sad story, but...
Is there a sad story hidden in every man's heart?
What is the story of Zhu Minglie?
He stood for a long, long time, and she stood with him for a long, long time.
All around, except for the whimpering autumn wind, there was no other sound.
Liusu felt that this cold man who seemed cold and heartless was filled with a sad atmosphere.
"Destroying the leaves of the phoenix tree, Xiao Shasha twigs.
I can't see you all the time, and I know it's empty when I shed tears."
He looked at the palace gate and memorized two lines from Li Bai's "Six Songs under the Yuefu".
The voice is low, slightly hoarse but magnetic and rich.
Liusu listened quietly to him reciting poetry.
In front of the cold palace, there is a tall sycamore tree. When the autumn wind blows, the withered and yellow sycamore leaves float in the wind, one by one, swirling and falling to the ground.
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[The collection has suddenly dropped in the past two days. Tell me if the plot is not good. I am very nervous. Children, please don’t be silent. I will cry.]