Looking at them with a thousand colors in fear that they would have any conflict.

Oh, you are so bold.
This is the first time that Cang Ao has been fooled around.
But also lost a heart
Cangao must have misunderstood something, Qianse didn’t know what to say.
But misunderstanding can make him hate her and forget her soon, which may be a good thing.
However, the silence of thousands of colors makes Cang Ao determine his own thoughts.
As an emperor, should he love?
But he loved him and loved him more than anyone else.
Being an emperor, he should be high above.
But he forgot her and almost forgot who she was.
However, he paid so much and got nothing in the end.
Lost the dignity of the emperor and lost a heart.
He has always insisted that she didn’t cheat him, and told him to firmly believe that everything would go smoothly as he planned.
Finally, the wound was torn, bloody and painful.
In fact, he really wanted to ask her that she had never loved him for even a moment.
But he didn’t ask anything after all, whether he dared or disdained it.
Buddha said that life is bitter, old and sick, love parting and resentment, and I can’t let go for a long time.
Love, parting, resentment, long-term begging, not letting go
I can’t let go.
Pale proud face upwards close your eyes again, his eyes were cold.
Thousand colors in the heart a surprised that look is she had never seen strange.
Let them go. He will after all. Let go.
On receiving the order, the men in black returned to their swords.
Thousands of colors opened their eyes strangely, and in a short time he figured it out.
Or has he given up on her?
My heart was gripped tightly, and overwhelming pain swept through.
He finally let go.
Buddha said that life in the center of thorns is not moving, not moving, not hurting.
When you move your heart, you hurt your body and hurt your bones, so you feel all kinds of pain in the world.
Thousands of colors from now on, Wuxia Mountain will be her only home, and Ye Fenghua will be the only person who will accompany her for half her life.
However, a year later, she came to Beijing again.
Looking at the familiar city wall, it seems like yesterday.
The first bell in the morning sounded deep and distant.
The gate slowly hits the capital, and another day has come.
A few pedestrians on the deserted street are still veiled.
I found an inn to stay in and told Xiao Er not to disturb me, and then I left the door and stayed in the house for a day.
It was just dawn the next day.
On one side of the palace, the Caicai caravan is sent regularly every day, pushing a cart of meat and vegetables into the palace slowly.
After sending the palace to order food, the steward’s father-in-law will order the palace food merchants one by one.