The moon was in the sky, and the narrow and ignorant pane escaped into a few traces of moonlight.

Zhao Chonghuan, who was in prison for the first time in her life, was a little sleepy. As she turned around, she sat up in despair and lost consciousness.

Her eyes, which were dim, couldn't help but fall on the food box placed beside the wooden fence.

What was once placed there was the meal that the man asked to send in. Except for the butter and abalone snails, the others were all exquisite dishes and pastries from Chunfenglou.

He still remembered the promises during the day, and still remembered her vegetarian food in all aspects, and then tried every means to deliver a meal of vegetarian food carefully cooked by the chef in Chunfenglou.

But in this deep prison, she couldn't swallow the dishes that looked like a feast, as if the bones were in her throat.

In the end, the remaining dishes were deceived by the bearded man next door, and even the old man opposite him had some benefits, and he had a taste of the luxury and nobleness of Chunfeng Tower.

At this moment, occasionally I could hear the old man muttering and nagging in his sleep, the endless flavor of the spring breeze cakes and the wonderful taste of the fragrance between his teeth.

The satisfied snoring of the bearded man who had a full meal on the left could shake the roof of the A-font-sized prison, echoing the snoring of others that were not to be outdone.

This scene was also the first time I faced in my life.

Zhao Chonghuan smiled bitterly and sighed quietly. His eyes met the moonlight in the pane. While he was ignorant, he felt a little sad and confused.

The moonlight is like a long and distant song on the spring night of March, which is passionately spread on the shoulders and hair of everyone in the world. Even those who are imprisoned, it is not too careless.

However, the moonlight is so fair and fair, probably because it is too lonely and lonely to hang alone in the sky!

It knows more than anyone else how alone the shadows are indifferent to the moon, and how the cold and lonely in the hearts of countless lonely shadows are indescendable.

The loneliness cannot be blown away by the wind, and the clouds cannot be caressed by the clouds. Only the moonlight reflects a clear and clear picture, and the harmony is clear.

Throughout history, countless poems, songs, and the moonlight in singing are all a reflection of the understanding between people and the moon.

The clouds and the sky are far away, and the eternal night and the moon are lonely.

In this world, loneliness is the companion who always follows you.

The moon is lonely, and she is lonely too.

She suddenly smiled bitterly and murmured: "Good luck!

At this moment, she suddenly realized a fact-

It turned out that being able to watch the moon with him last night might be the only luck she had in her life.

The moonlight at that time was full of brightness and clearness, the water was empty and bright, and the carriage was like walking on the water, while she sat beside him, as if floating among the light waves of the moon.

Her heart was actually filled with the moon and the willow branches, and the inexplicable joy that people only had at dusk.

She never knew how she, who had grown up practicing Taoism since childhood, could have such a natural and shameless thought.

But she was not ashamed!

Perhaps, the wild and wild children in the mountains naturally accumulate the open-mindedness of the vast sky and the vast earth, the clear mind and the emotions!

But, in the end, it turned out that it was really just a secret joy.

Obviously, God did not treat her well!

Now that I have offended the most prominent powerful people in the Song Dynasty, I may never have the chance to experience the bright moonlight that I accompanied him last night.

Looking at the moonlight, she caressed her neck blankly. There was originally a place where Yu Linglong was hanging, but now it is already desolate. If the moonlight is spread out at this moment, it is deserted and desolate.

During the day, outside the Bixiang Wine Warehouse, after listening to her detailed the tricks she had played in Pingzhang Mansion, his handsome eyebrows and eyes were filled with unconcealed worries and anxiety.

At that time, he said he wanted to take her away, why couldn't she be more straightforward?

Unfortunately, once I left, it was probably not Zhao Chonghuan!

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Chapter completed!