"Does 'love' really make you agree to life and death?" Yang Tianjue's right hand was weak and clenched on the wall. In his mind, Wenjun, the beauty who looked back with a charming smile, appeared in his mind.
He clenched his hands tightly into fists and smashed them against the wall. He turned around and left the general's mansion. Xiang Wudi was still obsessed with memories. When he saw the man next to him walking away angrily, he immediately went out to chase him, but he was already gone.
There was no trace, and he sighed softly: "Xing'er! Where are you? It's so hard for me to look for you!"...
Yang Tianjue was walking on the deserted street. Xiang Wudi's words just now brought back memories that he had hidden in his heart for more than ten years. Fifteen years ago, when he was twelve years old, he and his two brothers worshiped the then Prime Minister Wen as their disciples.
, sometimes he would go to the Prime Minister's Mansion with his brothers. At that time, he didn't like to talk about poetry and poetry. He just liked to dance with guns and sticks. He went with his brothers just to join in the fun. That year he met a friend better than himself.
Wenjun, who is one year younger.
"Are you here to find my father?" A beautiful little girl blocked their way with her hands on her hips, "If you want to see my father, you must pass my test!" So the girl in front of them began to give them poem titles, and every time they asked the big brother and the second brother.
Brother passed the test easily, but he had to stay in the back garden and mess around with the little girl.
He punched her, and she taught him to recite poems. If he was disobedient, she would hit him with a stick and then say, "How dare you hit me! If you hit me, you are not a hero!" Then she would freeze him.
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He liked the way she hit him with a stick. Sometimes it was really painful when she hit him. Sometimes she just scared him instead of actually hitting him. He lived a very happy life that year, without the constraints and rules of the palace.
, all they have is pure happiness...
Happiness is not forever. When he was fifteen years old, his father wanted to choose a prince. At that time, he and his eldest brother were the most vocal. However, he had no intention of becoming a prince or an emperor. He knew that he did not have the virtue to support the world. His eldest brother was the most popular among their brothers.
He was qualified to be elected as the crown prince, so the fight for the crown prince was settled after he entered Cambodia in person. He gave up the crown prince, but he did not expect that he would also give up Wen Jun to his eldest brother. On the third day after he was crowned crown prince, his father
Then he named Wenjun, who was intelligent in nature, possessing both ability and political integrity, and a wise heart, as the crown princess...
Unknowingly, Yang Tianjue had walked to his mansion, "The childhood sweetheart's silk handkerchief poem can only be known by you and your madness; I hope you will climb the sycamore branch, and I will spend the rest of my life with you." Yang Tianjue recited silently.
I wanted to go back to my 'Qingxian Pavilion' to rest, but when I passed by 'Xinxiang Residence', I saw that 'Xinxiang Residence' was brightly lit. I had been gone for three days and I didn't know she...
When he heard the doctor say: "If we didn't kill her on the spot, this girl's fate would have been worse!" His heart tightened, and he frowned in pain. She was just a girl, and he was superior.
My lord! Did his heart hurt just now? Because of this cheap little girl! She is not worth it! So he wanted to leave, maybe if he left, his heart would not hurt, and he would not be worried about her. In these three days
He spends time in General Xiang's house every day just to make himself forget about the person lying on the bed, because he is the king and she is his servant!
He didn't know how he had spent these three days. As long as he was awake, he would think of that little round face with frowning eyebrows and full of anger. He would often wonder if she had... He didn't dare to think that at that time, she
Her breathing was so weak. If she passed away like this, he wouldn't be so upset, so anxious, and without worries, then he would return to the resolute and resolute Prince Li before. He no longer knows.
If you don’t know what love is, why should you bother yourself?
Standing in the courtyard of 'Xinxiangju', he did not move for a long time. The courtyard was very quiet. This was not like the place where she stayed. Where she stayed, she would have her silver bell-like laughter and her ignorance of the rules.
It's just that it's extremely quiet here today. How is she now? Has she left? It should be time for the results to come out. How can she have anything to do with him? Even if she dies, she is just a person.
It’s just a girl, you can buy another one if you don’t have any more!
After standing for a long time, he finally walked in. In front of the door stood the doctor and Yang Fu, who was keeping vigil. When Yang Fu saw the palace coming, he immediately saluted. "That girl...?" Yang Tianjue suddenly had an idea that he didn't want to face.
He was afraid that Yang Fu would tell her that she had passed away and left. Although this was the result he had hoped for just now, it was not what he wanted.
"Miss Lan hasn't woken up yet, and her fever hasn't gone away yet!" said the doctor on the side.
"What do you want for food?" I wanted to forget about her, but the doctor's words made me angry immediately! Is she still having a fever? She is not dead.
"It's just...the medicine can't be fed in at all! All the medicine comes out."
Pushing open the door and entering the inner hall, I saw that the person lying on the bed looked so haggard under the wax light. Her round face was no longer round. She might have a fever, and her face was red.
"Your Majesty, Miss Lan hasn't eaten for three days!" Yang Fu felt a little heartbroken. It seemed that such a cute little girl was coming to an end.
"Get down!"
Yang Tianjue came to the bedside. He had been troubled and conflicted for the past three days. Only when he saw her, his heart became calm. He stared at the person on the bed quietly, and held her little hand. Her little hand was hot, maybe
It's a fever.
"Why does my heart feel so peaceful when I see you? If you are a goblin, you succeeded. I am now in front of your bed! I wanted to forget you and stop thinking about you, but I can't seem to do it! My
My legs still bring me to you, so that you can see a prince running away from you in such a state of embarrassment. I don’t want to see you, but..." Yang Tianjue put her hand on his cheek, feeling her silently.
"Since I have come before you, you must get up now and wake up!" Yang Tianjue shouted loudly, shaking her body roughly.
"You harmful monster, since you are not dead now, then wake up quickly! You still owe me 10,000 taels of gold!... If you dare to die, then your whole family, no! All the nine tribes will have to die.
Die!...Yes! Even that girl Xinzhu can't live!" Yang Tianjue shouted angrily.