Naka raised his head and saw the tiny stars in Jian Yao's eyes. At that moment, he understood that she was peeling off the cocoons of sadness to weave happiness; then she cut the happy brocade clothes and distributed them to the sad people. And he was the one who shared it.

…

"Naga, loneliness or desolation are all like the first cup of tea. Remember to pour it away. But when the strong tea becomes weak, drink it until the dream ends and the sweetness will naturally return..."

The three-story pavilion of Wanxian Building is filled with guests every night. Several red lanterns are hung high outside the corridor. The lights are bright, and the glazed emerald tiles are already shining and dazzling under the reflection of the moonlight.

In a corner of the building, the boudoir covered with lavender gauze curtains is elegantly furnished. There is an incense burner next to the bed, and the smell of sandalwood drifts up. Jimo is sleeping soundly among the lavender bed curtains and plain white bedding. In his dream, there is a lake.

He rides on the load

The boat came across the waves and saw a woman sitting sideways on the edge of the water like a half-opened lotus. Her looming thin bones were revealed in a white dress. She gently picked up the water splashes with her fingers like new bamboo shoots, and a string of sparkling crystals appeared on her face.

It leaked slowly from the seam between the fingers.

"Jian Yao..." Jimo couldn't help but murmured, and reached out lovingly, trying to hold her hair on her shoulders, but what he touched was the bedrail...

"who?"

He sat up suddenly and saw a woman standing quietly in front of the window, seeming to be gazing into the distance. Looking from her back, she had a slim and attractive waist, which was not too tight to hold in her hands, but still showed her delicate beauty that was beyond the pale.

"Are you awake?" Zi Yan turned around and smiled, walked to the table and poured water. Jimo suddenly realized that he had a hangover here last night. He was sitting depressed and unhappy while thinking. Seeing this, Zi Yan silently sat next to him and said

The tea was handed over.

"Mommy said, the dark future will pass earlier..." Seeing Jimo's face turning green, Zi Yan hurriedly stopped talking, put her arm around Jimo's broad shoulders, and said softly: "Sleep a little longer, I see you have been unsteady.

I don’t dare to sleep!”

After hearing this, Jimo's expression softened slightly, he took Zi Yan's hand down, patted it, and lay down. Zi Yan took off her coat and got on the bed, reaching out to touch Jimo's cold skin.

"Is it cold?" Jimo asked in the darkness, feeling Zi Yan shake his head.

"It's not cold, the general's heart is warmer than anyone else's!"

Jimo sneered: "Actually, it's colder than my skin..."

Reaching out to hold Zi Yan into his arms, Jimo buried his face in her fragrant hair. He knew Zi Yan's thoughts and liked this quiet woman. Before her, he always thought that he would die lonely for a woman, but instead

I don’t want to end up being so debauched after I first met a charming woman. In fact, no one in this world is indispensable to anyone else. If the place is changed, the person is changed, as long as there is time to polish it, everything will become insignificant, including the self-righteous love...

sky

In the pavilion in the inner courtyard of the palace, Ye Jiang brewed a cup of tea, sat under the eaves and listened to the rain quietly. The rain and mist were thick and light, sparse and dense. A sip of tea could let the ups and downs of thoughts rise and fall with the rain.

.

"Mom, it's time to rest!"

The maid reminded at the side that this was the fourth time tonight. Ye Jiang smiled lightly and did not get up. It was already a deep rainy night, and everything was sleeping except for himself.

"You go and rest, I'll sit down again."

"this……"

"Go for it!"

"yes!"

Ye Jiang raised her head and sniffed the scent of grass in the air, thinking about it for a long time. After a long time, she burst into laughter, got up and walked around the stone table. She laughed at herself for being stupid, thinking about Jian Mu Cheng.

She was just a bed-warming substitute, a bargaining chip; she wanted to Feng Xie, but he left her thousands of miles away. Yes, she was in the cold palace, Feng Xie was entrenched in Beili, but he trapped her in the sky alone,

He was taking revenge on her for stealing the sword poison medicine for Jian Mu Cheng. Maybe there was something else involved, such as...that woman...Naga raised his head and saw tiny stars in Jian Yao's eyes.

At that moment, he understood that she was peeling off the cocoons of sadness to weave happiness; then she cut the brocade clothes of happiness and distributed them to the sad people. And he was the one who shared it...

"Naga, loneliness or desolation are all like the first cup of tea. Remember to pour it away. But when the strong tea becomes weak, drink it until the dream ends and the sweetness will naturally return..."

The three-story pavilion of Wanxian Building is filled with guests every night. Several red lanterns are hung high outside the corridor. The lights are bright, and the glazed emerald tiles are already shining and dazzling under the reflection of the moonlight.

In a corner of the building, the boudoir covered with lavender gauze curtains is elegantly furnished. There is an incense burner next to the bed, and the smell of sandalwood drifts up. Jimo is sleeping soundly among the lavender bed curtains and plain white bedding. In his dream, there is a lake.

He rides on the load

The boat came across the waves and saw a woman sitting sideways on the edge of the water like a half-opened lotus. Her looming thin bones were revealed in a white dress. She gently picked up the water splashes with her fingers like new bamboo shoots, and a string of sparkling crystals appeared on her face.

It leaked slowly from the seam between the fingers.

"Jian Yao..." Jimo couldn't help but murmured, and reached out lovingly, trying to hold her hair on her shoulders, but what he touched was the bedrail...

"who?"

He sat up suddenly and saw a woman standing quietly in front of the window, seeming to be gazing into the distance. Looking from her back, she had a slim and attractive waist, which was not too tight to hold in her hands, but still showed her delicate beauty that was beyond the pale.

"Are you awake?" Zi Yan turned around and smiled, walked to the table and poured water. Jimo suddenly realized that he had a hangover here last night. He was sitting depressed and unhappy while thinking. Seeing this, Zi Yan silently sat next to him and said

The tea was handed over.

"Mommy said, the dark future will pass earlier..." Seeing Jimo's face turning green, Zi Yan hurriedly stopped talking, put her arm around Jimo's broad shoulders, and said softly: "Sleep a little longer, I see you have been unsteady.

I don’t dare to sleep!”

After hearing this, Jimo's expression softened slightly, he took Zi Yan's hand down, patted it, and lay down. Zi Yan took off her coat and got on the bed, reaching out to touch Jimo's cold skin.

"Is it cold?" Jimo asked in the darkness, feeling Zi Yan shake his head.

"It's not cold, the general's heart is warmer than anyone else's!"

Jimo sneered: "Actually, it's colder than my skin..."

Reaching out to hold Zi Yan into his arms, Jimo buried his face in her fragrant hair. He knew Zi Yan's thoughts and liked this quiet woman. Before her, he always thought that he would die lonely for a woman, but instead

I don’t want to end up being so debauched after I first met a charming woman. In fact, no one in this world is indispensable to anyone else. If the place is changed, the person is changed, as long as there is time to polish it, everything will become insignificant, including the self-righteous love...

sky

In the pavilion in the inner courtyard of the palace, Ye Jiang brewed a cup of tea, sat under the eaves and listened to the rain quietly. The rain and mist were thick and light, sparse and dense. A sip of tea could let the ups and downs of thoughts rise and fall with the rain.

.

"Mom, it's time to rest!"

The maid reminded at the side that this was the fourth time tonight. Ye Jiang smiled lightly and did not get up. It was already a deep rainy night, and everything was sleeping except for himself.

"You go and rest, I'll sit down again."

"this……"

"Go for it!"

"yes!"

Ye Jiang raised her head and sniffed the scent of grass in the air, thinking about it for a long time. After a long time, she burst into laughter, got up and walked around the stone table. She laughed at herself for being stupid, thinking about Jian Mu Cheng.

I am just a bed-warming stand-in, a bargaining chip; I want to seal the deal.

Feng Xie, but he abandoned her thousands of miles away. Yes, she was in the cold palace, Feng Xie was entrenched in Beili but kept her alone in the sky. He was taking revenge on her, revenge on her for stealing the sword poison for Jian Mu Cheng.
Chapter completed!