After all, how can you say that a person you love is driven away? It is really a matter of mercy? If it is a matter of mercy, Your Majesty would not have smashed the vase, but her. However, Your Majesty did not hurt her from beginning to end. .
Fangfei said firmly: "No, you don't have to go, don't go! Stay all here!"
She walked forward slowly by herself, and she didn't know where to go. The night was coming, and the imperial garden was dark and the wind was already very cold. The winter in the north was about to arrive.
From the scorching summer to the cold north wind, it actually only takes one night.
Just like the encounter in life, it only takes one night from glory and wealth to loneliness and cold palace.
She turned around and looked at the few palace maids who had caught up with him, the Hongyun and Hongxia sisters, and the Empress Zhang. The others were standing, standing there. It was different from the past. It was neither Feng Zhaoyi, who was about to give birth to a prince, nor had he just entered. The fresh beauty of the palace. Who dares to come again?
Once you enter the cold palace, you will never turn over. Who dares to curry favor with a concubine in the cold palace and cause trouble?
The sky was so dark, and only the lantern lit by Empress Zhang was floating and sinking, clearly extinct.
She raised her head, stood there, and looked firmly at the sky in the dark - the hatred in her heart, the anger, sorrow, hatred that could not control her destiny, wishing she could tear Luo Jia apart.
In his life, he is the culprit, just like an inseparable demon, who will destroy you at all times, anytime, anywhere. All good and all warmth are turned into ashes, and he only clenched his fists violently, if If you have the chance, you will never let him go!
I will never forgive him again!
It was the darkest time of the day when all the light disappeared.
In the huge imperial garden, there were only a few people staggering.
The distance from Lizheng Hall to the Cold Palace was so far away, and I walked for almost three hours. My legs were numb and wet. She wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and stood in this weedy garden.
It was already dawn, it was a cloudy day, with miserable winds, lonely figures, and porch covered with spider webs.