Chapter 1747: The Domineering Empress Vs. The Disasters (One Hundred and Seven)

1745. Chapter 1745 Domineering Empress vs. Disastrous Neighbors (107)

He was always thinking,

If he had had a little more courage and given him a little more time,

If it's the current ending, it won't be so regrettable.

Did he lose her in the end, and pushed her away with his own hands.

the most painful in the world,

Nothing more than once owned.

"Da da da……"

It seemed that footsteps sounded in the courtyard, and Jun Zhan's body stiffened for a moment. He seemed to be shocked, opened his eyes wide, and turned his head suddenly, with a slight smile in his eyes.

It's just like the countless hallucinations, the countless expectations are broken, the courtyard is empty as always, there is nothing,

The only thing I saw was the kindly white snow, which fluttered in the sky and the earth, and the bitter north wind blew violently, setting off a coldness between the snow-capped heaven and earth, and the snow was fascinated...

Jun Zhan covered his face and let out a low laugh, but the shredded starlight in his eyes was extinguished forever, like a broken star.

in the courtyard,

The son is dressed in red, just like the branches of the plum blossoms are scorching red, as if he is one with the heaven and the earth.

The pain in my heart is piercing, like a knife stirring in the depths of my heart,

The liver and intestines are broken, and the heart is in pain.

It hurts to want people to give up the courage to live...

It was so painful, but he was laughing, wanton, frivolous, and desperate.

Between heaven and earth, in the courtyard,

He was leaning against the tree trunk alone, his eyes seemed to be swirling with deep affection, and he didn't feel burning when the spirits poured into his throat.

As if nothing in this world is worthy of his attention, after all, it is nothing but vain,

It's just that he raised his head slightly, and the strong wine flowed down his white jaw, and with it, a tear that slipped from the corner of his eye, fell silently on the white snow.

The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, running as usual, as if it will not stop for everything in the world.

Snow is still falling,

Snowflakes fell on his eyelashes and on his shoulders,

He leaned there quietly, with his eyes closed, looking peaceful and indifferent, as if he had fallen asleep.

The birds on the tree are still chirping cheerfully, the sound is clear and crisp, as if they do not know the sorrows of the world,

"Gee-chi-"

"Chacha-"

I do not know how long it has been,

A ray of light splashed from the sky, and the sun shone on the sky and the earth, reflecting the red branches of the branches, as hot as the teardrop.

The sky is clear and everything is happy.

...

Three years later,

early summer,

The prosperous capital is quietly bathed in the warm light of pale gold, shrouded in the afterglow of the sun, the clusters of flowers, branches and leaves are dark, the silk catkins fluttering in the wind, everything seems quiet and beautiful.

lose someone,

It is standing on the street where people come and go, and I don't know where to go.

After three years,

Jun Zhan stood beside Chang'an Street with a slightly dazed expression. He walked to a small stall familiarly, his long eyelashes fell, and he lowered his voice: "Come on, two candy men."

"Okay, son, is it still the old rules?" The old man who sold the sugar had gray temples, but he still looked amiable and asked Jun Zhan with a smile.

With a familiar tone, it was obvious that Jun Zhan came here a lot.

"Well." He stood there, with a long body and a jade tree, as if the person in the painting was out of reach, and his temperament was somewhat indifferent.

The two sugar figures were quickly drawn by the old man, a cute little hamster and a girl with a bright smile.

The person who used to be as cold and noble as ice and snow, now lowered his eyes and looked at the naive hamster and the girl who was always smiling wildly. A smile appeared on the corners of his pale lips, which was one of his few genuine smiles.

It is as clean and pure as the first melting of ice and snow, and it has a bit of extravagance from the dust.

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