Lan Ying slightly supported half of her body and looked at Youmeng: "A literary inquisition is a means for the king to conquer the hearts of the people and maintain his rule. My father was just unfortunately born at the wrong time and was in this era of reform and abandonment... He unfortunately vented his amazing literary talent and his depression in the rise and fall of the country. He was nostalgic and pedantic, so he became a victim of politics."

Youmeng's eyebrows trembled slightly, and she secretly admired that in her young and first-handed years, she could see the world so thoroughly.

"Resentment will only make my life in the palace even harder. I become more and more indifferent. It is not to accept it, but to learn to let it go." Lan Ying said, her eyes slipping. "For ten years, the cruel and depressed life in the palace has taught me to endure. No matter whether it is bullied by frost and snow or wind and rain, I must hold on until hope comes."

Youmeng repeatedly felt it and said in a mixed sense: "This sentence makes us who have different identities suddenly look very similar."

Lan Ying looked back at her in confusion, as if she saw a mystery that could not be understood in her eyes.

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The next day, he was quiet and empty. He went to the Fanyin Museum to find the "Gu Fu" with orchids. He hurried to Lanpu with his zither, but Lan'er was not seen. He wandered around for a long time, and stopped a palace maid who saluted him and asked, "Where is Lan'er? Go and call her."

"Lan'er?" the palace maid wondered, "Lan'er was picked up last evening."

Youji was stunned: "Where did you pick it up?"

The palace maid shook her head: "I don't know, I saw her getting into a carriage, maybe she was released from the palace to reunite with her family."

"Where is her home?"

"This... I really don't know. She is already talking little and never mentions her family affairs to others."

Youji nodded sadly: "Okay, please leave."

The palace maid owed to retreat. Youji hugged the Qin and walked out of the orchid garden as if lost. The corridor was empty, but it was not as empty as his heart and even more lonely.

"Your Highness, please tell me honestly. Are you trying to help me because you feel pity for me or are there other reasons that you have to help me?"

Youji still remembered that when facing her such sensitive question, he replied: "If you think I am pitying you, it would be better to say that I am pitying myself."

The quiet stopped in his lonely footsteps, looked up, and his vision crossed the majestic palace walls. A lonely geese flew across the vast blue sky, making him feel the same.

"In this towering palace, people's hearts will become cold and numb. It's too difficult to find someone who can say a few words to them..."

The quiet sighs, the eyes are filled with sorrow, as if they are destined to be suffering forever. As long as the person he values ​​and cares about cannot be kept, he will eventually leave him.

He slowly picked up his steps and walked again, smiling bitterly and murmured to himself: "The breeze is free and unrestrained, and the flowers are not allowed to be understood..."

My heart felt desolate, as if late autumn had entered instantly, and the weeds withered.

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At night, Lixia assigned the next day's work to a dozen laundry girls outside the yard of the washing room. When they parted, she would go back to Fenghua Tower, but when she turned down the steps, she suddenly put a bright smile on her. The man was squinting at her, smiling at her with a strangeness that was indescribable in the night.

"Princess!" Lixia almost jumped up in fear and patted her chest, "Why did you suddenly stand behind someone's back? I was so shocked..."
Chapter completed!