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782. Chapter 781 Heart like a dream, don't wake up 【End】

Lanling Pass, Wangchuan River.

Lanling Pass is the junction between Loulan and Tianche. On the left is Chuzhou of Loulan and on the right is Yunzhou of Tianche.

A year ago, Emperor Loulan and Empress Tianche built their palace at the same time.

A year later, the two palaces stood apart from each other across Lanling Pass.

Since the construction of the palace was completed, Emperor Loulan and Empress Tianche would stay here every spring and summer.

There are rumors among the people that Emperor Loulan and Empress Tianche once had a brief relationship, but it had to end regrettably because of their opposing identities, so they gather here at the same time every year.

However, despite the people of the two countries guarding the pass and peeking at it for many years, they have never seen either emperor of the two countries pass the Lanling Pass.

It seems that the rumors are just rumors...

As time passed, no one paid much attention to this rumor.

One year.

Two years.

Five years.

ten years.

Many, many years later... when the maids from the two hotels left there and told people about what happened back then, they were also puzzled.

"His Majesty will come here to stay for seven days every year, no more, no less, just seven days. Every day, His Majesty will sit on the highest pavilion, looking at the city and the palace opposite. He will not speak or move rashly, that's all.

I looked at it dryly for seven days, and then went back. I

We didn't know what His Majesty was looking at. Later, we occasionally heard from the palace people that His Majesty would draw a painting before leaving every year and hang it in the palace, year after year, never ending. But no one saw it.

After passing those paintings, no one knows what His Majesty actually painted..."

Many, many years later... when the new emperor opened this ancient palace and pavilion, he was so shocked that he could not utter a word.

There are thirty-seven portraits hanging on the wall, no more, no less, thirty-seven.

The clothing, appearance, and appearance of each portrait are the same. At first glance, there is no difference, but if you look more carefully, you will find that there are subtle differences in each portrait, including age and appearance.

From young to old, it spanned thirty-seven years.

Even more surprising is...

The portrait hanging in the Loulan Chuzhou Palace is of Empress Tianche and Mo Qingyue.

The portrait hanging in Tianche's Yunzhou Palace is of Emperor Loulan, Xuanlixi.

They have never forgotten each other. They paint each other every year, imagining his current appearance across the insurmountable distance.

That is a kind of regret called waiting.

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[Liu Liu’s last words: Falling in love is destiny, staying together is destiny, destiny is not destiny, and destiny is not destiny. When the quicksand of time disappears between the fingers, when you suddenly look back, that person is still in the deepest part of your heart. 】

Recommend Liu Liu's new article "The Empress Recruits a Husband: Dragging Away the Evil Prime Minister"

[Hilarious article] "Mother, if one day Jiangxue likes the little beauty, but the little beauty doesn't like Jiangxue, how can we break it?" the little girl asked seriously.

"It's simple. When you see a beautiful man, you knock him unconscious with a stick and drag him back to Chaohuang Palace. No one knows about him. Then he starts eating. The raw rice is cooked into popcorn. Hehe..." He looked at the husband who was dragged back not far away.

, the woman replied.

"Oh~ I just want to sleep with him a hundred times first, and then treat him like my first love!" From this moment on, the evil point of view penetrated into the little girl's heart.

Ten years later——

Huge scandal! The Southern Jin Dynasty empress Ye Jiangxue forcibly robbed her prime minister Yan Junqing for a night of love. The delicate prime minister was humiliated in tears, and the bandit empress was triumphant.

In response to this rumor, the army of gossips who did not know the truth became excited.

The bandit empress smiled and held her chin: "Master, will you marry me?"

The sinister prime minister’s thin lips curled up slightly, with a peerless smile: “Those who eat the truth live in the truth, use the truth, and sleep with the truth… I want the truth to marry you, three words, do it, no, come.

!”

"Then what do you want!"

"Let me eat you, live with you, use you, sleep with you, and I will agree."

"..."


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