Anxi Xia always believed that she did not have much literary talent, and the sadness of spring and autumn had nothing to do with her. In her heart, she had no sympathy for the resentful woman.
But when she heard the poem recited by the woman, she felt her heart trembling. At this moment, the woman slowly turned around, and An Xixia saw the woman's face.
Mu Liuli was already extremely beautiful, but compared with the woman in front of her, she suddenly lost her beauty. The most important thing is that the woman had a phoenix feather flower on her forehead. The shape was actually the same as the one on her forehead.
Exactly the same!
An Xixia suddenly felt extremely strange in her heart, but the woman's eyes were slightly hollow, and she seemed confused, as if she couldn't see An Xixia.
An Xixia bit her lip gently and said softly: "Panalia?"
The woman seemed not to hear her voice at all, and walked straight towards a painting. The painting showed a young man and woman. The woman was clearly the person in front of her. Although the man was dressed in black, his face was clearly...
Ye Youran's.
In Anxi Xia's memory, Ye Youran was always dressed in white, always showing a bit of an earthly color, but in the painting, he was dressed in black and looked more cold and murderous.
An Xixia felt a little nervous. She couldn't help but wonder if Ye Youran would look like this if he put on black clothes. But as soon as this thought came into her mind, she felt a splitting headache and she couldn't help but reach out.
He held his head.
Some images popped into her mind, and the feelings that seemed to have traveled through a thousand years had become blurry at this moment, making her unable to see clearly, but also making her feel extremely tired, and the tip of her heart began to hurt, making her
My heart was full of confusion.
In the mist, I seemed to see tens of miles of peach blossoms blooming, and also seemed to see hundreds of bamboo groves lined up in front of my eyes. Those entanglements, those at a loss, did not feel better because of the beautiful scenery in front of me, but felt a little more.
Indescribable pain.
The pain was like heart-wrenching pain, and it was like ten thousand vines wrapping her tightly around her, making it difficult for her to breathe.
Anxi Xia had never felt so uncomfortable. She vaguely saw the unrivaled beauty in white dancing in the bamboo forest, and the man in black standing with a flute, blowing a pool of spring water and blowing down ten miles of peach blossoms.
The woman suddenly turned around, her charming smile was as pure as a peach blossom.
The scene suddenly changed, and this time it was the scene she had seen in her dream. The woman was standing on a high platform, with her white clothes flying. An Xixia could clearly see the tears on the woman's cheeks and the phoenix feather flower between her eyebrows.
, opened brilliantly, forming a sharp contrast with the sad expression on the woman's face.
There seemed to be thousands of wounds in the woman's eyes, determined and sad. She took two steps forward and her body had reached the bank of the high platform. Anxi Xia could even see the biting mountain wind blowing away her tears.
.
It seemed that someone was calling the woman. The woman turned her head slightly with a slight smile in her eyes. After the smile faded and her tears dried, she turned her head quickly and jumped down.
At this time, Anxi Xia finally saw the three words "Zhuxian Terrace" carved on the back of the woman.
An Xixia only felt a throbbing pain in her heart. At this moment, she heard a very familiar male voice: "No!"
The black robe has arrived next to the Zhuxian Terrace. The face is one that Anxi Xia is very familiar with. It is Ye Youran dressed in black. Anxi Xia always thought that she did not have much literary and artistic qualities. She was sad about spring and sad about autumn.
She doesn't have much of a relationship. In her heart, she has no sympathy for the harem woman.
But when she heard the poem recited by the woman, she felt her heart trembling. At this moment, the woman slowly turned around, and An Xixia saw the woman's face.
Mu Liuli was already extremely beautiful, but compared with the woman in front of her, she suddenly lost her beauty. The most important thing is that the woman had a phoenix feather flower on her forehead. The shape was actually the same as the one on her forehead.
Exactly the same!
An Xixia suddenly felt extremely strange in her heart, but the woman's eyes were slightly hollow, and she seemed confused, as if she couldn't see An Xixia.
An Xixia bit her lip gently and said softly: "Panalia?"
The woman seemed not to hear her voice at all, and walked straight towards a painting. The painting showed a young man and woman. The woman was clearly the person in front of her. Although the man was dressed in black, his face was clearly...
Ye Youran's.
In Anxi Xia's memory, Ye Youran was always dressed in white, always showing a bit of an earthly color, but in the painting, he was dressed in black and looked more cold and murderous.
An Xixia felt a little nervous. She couldn't help but wonder if Ye Youran would look like this if he put on black clothes. But as soon as this thought came into her mind, she felt a splitting headache and she couldn't help but reach out.
He held his head.
Some images popped into her mind, and the feelings that seemed to have traveled through a thousand years had become blurry at this moment, making her unable to see clearly, but also making her feel extremely tired, and the tip of her heart began to hurt, making her
My heart was full of confusion.
In the mist, I seemed to see tens of miles of peach blossoms blooming, and also seemed to see hundreds of bamboo groves lined up in front of my eyes. Those entanglements, those at a loss, did not feel better because of the beautiful scenery in front of me, but felt a little more.
Indescribable pain.
The pain was like heart-wrenching pain, and it was like ten thousand vines wrapping her tightly around her, making it difficult for her to breathe.
Anxi Xia had never felt so uncomfortable. She vaguely saw the unrivaled beauty in white dancing in the bamboo forest, and the man in black standing with a flute, blowing a pool of spring water and blowing down ten miles of peach blossoms.
The woman suddenly turned around, her charming smile was as pure as a peach blossom.
The scene suddenly changed, and this time it was the scene she had seen in her dream. The woman was standing on a high platform, with her white clothes flying. An Xixia could clearly see the tears on the woman's cheeks and the phoenix feather flower between her eyebrows.
, opened brilliantly, forming a sharp contrast with the sad expression on the woman's face.
There seemed to be thousands of wounds in the woman's eyes, determined and sad. She took two steps forward and her body had reached the bank of the high platform. Anxi Xia could even see the biting mountain wind blowing away her tears.
.
It seemed that someone was calling the woman. The woman turned her head slightly with a slight smile in her eyes. After the smile faded and her tears dried, she turned her head quickly and jumped down.
At this time, Anxi Xia finally saw the three words "Zhuxian Terrace" carved on the back of the woman.
An Xixia only felt a throbbing pain in her heart. At this moment, she heard a very familiar male voice: "No!"
The black robe has arrived next to the Zhuxian Platform. The face is a face that An Xixia is very familiar with. It is Ye Youran dressed in black.