The surroundings are empty, the snow is silent, and there are only my own footprints.
The heart is also empty. As long as you don’t drink, your heart will be as empty as the snow. So long, he didn’t dare to set foot here. He never knew what kind of mood this way, and he had been avoiding it until today, he could no longer go to it.
avoid.
It seems that when I get back here, I know how to start over.
He walked in slowly.
The dressing room next door is kept clean.
Hongyun and Hongxia keep the house neat every day.
He walked in and the room was filled with jewelry, gold, silver and wealth... there was much less. Those "private money" that had not been numbered were sent to Zhaoyang Palace.
Every time I take it, the two little palace maids will cry once.
This is a little thought they have retained. Only in this way can Feng Zhaoyi come back and have hope to come back.
However, 30% of the jewelry has been taken away. This winter has been over and spring is coming. Feng Zhaoyi not only did not answer, but also completely lost the news.
Therefore, the two palace maids were surprised to see His Majesty appear here.
"Red clouds, red clouds..."
"I'm here."
"You guys go out first!"
Concubine Xiaolian has just been here today. Could it be that Your Majesty wants to reward her again?
Your Majesty, can you even start taking away the numbered jewelry?
The two of them were worried, but they dared to ask a question? They had to quit.
Luo Jia sat down in front of the dressing table.
When Fangfei left, she took nothing away. Even the golden leaves in an open box were not taken away - she never took anything she gave it to.
He sat on a cold chair. There was no stove in the room. The air was cold, the box was cold, and even the heart was cold.
The "private money" opposite, in the exquisite display case, every brocade box is labeled, written by him, for the children, for the Fangfei... day by day, month by month... who
Do you still remember the feeling of being stored for these private money on the same day?