But since there is a national teacher in this palace, there are no evil spirits. I am afraid that this evil spirit is something that even Gu Yanbo has never been afraid of.

She suddenly seemed to understand the attitude of Confucian style and the secret desire to speak but stopped.

How could there be something that cannot be found in secret? It’s just that the matter is too weird. You have to check it out easily.

"Ru Yue, if I say it's not me. Some things may not be true when you see them. When you make the truth, you are also false. If you do nothing, you will have nothing. I don't want to tell you such a simple truth." Jun Yanqing looked at Ru Yue calmly, saying very seriously every word.

Sometimes when you use calculating, you will shake people's eyes when you use it with your heart. Seeing is true, but it is not necessarily true. Sometimes, eyes are the most lie. Everything is just to be careful. Whether it is calculating or real, you will feel it with your heart. There will always be these clues that you can easily distinguish.

When falsehood is true, the truth is also false, and there is no place for nothing.

"Forget it, you got up first, accompanied me back to Yun Palace and put on a dress, and then went to Concubine Yan's place." Jun Yanqing was just stunned for a moment, and then said softly. She was calm, unlike a cardamom girl.

"Yes, I didn't see clearly, and I misunderstood my master." Ru Yue said with her eyes raised, and there were still some tears in her eyes, like pear blossoms in the rain, which made people feel a little unbearable and pityful.

Ru Yue smiled lightly, raised her hand to wipe away the cold tears of her cheeks, and looked at Jun Yanqing.

But there was never peace in my heart.

Yes, look at her, why did she forget how the master was going to go to them? How could she doubt the master so much? The palace had many calculations and was mostly deceived by her own eyes. However, the scene at that time was too bloody, which made her afraid.

But now I think about it carefully, it is true. She was waiting for her master to rest before. Besides, her master's sleep was not very good in those days. Even if she went to the Imperial Hospital for some sleeping medicine, she would not wake up so early without any calculations.

Furthermore, there was indeed a screen window at that time, and the candlelight was swaying a little unclear, and I couldn't see whether it was really the master.

When it is true, it is true and false. It is true. What a loyal family of Lang family was at that time, she also believed in their loyalty. Her father also said that the Lang family was determined not to rebel, but that fake letter to the enemy turned the entire Lang family into a purgatory on earth, and blood burned all over.

Besides, there is no reason to be a crime to be added. If the king wants his minister to die, his minister must die.

Fake, sometimes it is extremely real.

She should have known the most about these. However, sometimes, especially when it comes to life and death, no one will choose to protect himself, and no one is willing to die.

Jun Yanqing looked at Ru Yue and thoughtful. On ordinary days, she rarely said the word "I" to these palace ladies who were considered somewhat close to each other. She always wanted to laugh with these palace ladies, making her feel that she would not be alone in the palace.

She looked at Ru Yue, who was kneeling on the ground but still stammering her neck. She suddenly felt a little unbearable.

She probably has a little understanding of Ruyue's life experience. She was considered a lady from a noble family in the past. However, when she married the Lang family, she never thought that a marriage of a good family turned into a disaster due to the rebellion of the Lang family. Then she became a maid in the palace. Among the crowd of common maids, she looked up and saw Ruyue.

Although he was kneeling, he still had a bit of pride. His stammering neck and snow-white neck showed the girl's unwillingness.

She could understand that falling from the clouds to the bottom of the valley overnight was not a good feeling. Therefore, she chose Ru Yue as her grand palace maid, but in the end she realized that Ru Yue had thought too much and had too much activity, so she had never used it.

Now looking at it, it's just a woman who has some care.

Jun Yanqing's tassel pendant still sways, making the girl look pretty. But those eyes are deep and powerful, looking like a person who has experienced the vicissitudes of life. It is extremely inconsistent with his age.

No one wants to calculate.

However, when the beauty was in the red wall, she had no choice.

In the red wall, the beautiful woman's smile always contains three-point plots and strategies hidden in her eyes.

The red walls and green tiles have made many beautiful hearts. When they saw the young, they also saw the beautiful people’s aging. Often, they are like flowers and beautiful relatives, like water passing years, and the world cannot be kept. The red face leaves the mirror and flowers leaves the trees.

And when the beauty of this beauty is gone, it is the day when the heart is old and the heart dies into dust.

What is the reason for calculating one's back and forth?

To live for the power, to live for the sake of your own family?

People in the world always have their own so-called unavoidable things, and the women in the palace are probably even more so. Everything has been written after entering the rich sect and cannot be changed. Even if there are people who are happy, they are just like the sea of ​​people entering the rich sect. From then on, Xiao Lang is just a passerby.

Who wants what, who understands so clearly?

The poor one is a woman, and the hateful one is still a woman.

After calculating, it was full of blood.

Whether you win or lose, whether you will be happy is the least important thing. In this palace wall, you can rely on yourself. Even for some time, your own flesh and blood cannot be believed.

Hate, perhaps it is just hating that you will not enter the imperial family in the next life.

When the night is still in the morning, at the bridge by the post, the young man is gentle, and the moon breaks pear blossoms.

Power, perhaps in the end, was not necessary for fate. What I wanted most was just a dream at that time. During the plum rain season, I was rafting in the rivers and lakes, and I got a pear blossom rain. The young man's willow flute sound was heartbroken, and Bai Pinzhou was heartbroken.

But, so many words are just later.

When I was young, I didn’t look for the truth in the fog and find my own way in drunkenness?

Whether this road is muddy or flat, it is no longer considered.

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After Jun Yanqing parted, he pulled the jade pendant and went to find Lang Yu, Lang Qinghuan, who was not badly happy and nervous.

Since he was born, he has lived with his mother in that cold and dark place. Every day he watched his mother wash the dirty clothes in the cold water with icy slags, he whispered that he must have one day and have the ability to make his mother live a good life without having to work hard for himself every day, being insulted and ridiculed by those people.

They said that the mother was a sinner, and he was the son of this sinner.

But General Sima told him that his father was an extremely great man and he was considered a character.

General Sima has always been a person who is the only one who speaks the same thing, and he believes in what he says very much.

He once asked his mother about his father. Whenever he asked about his father, his mother's tired and old eyes always shone with extremely bright light. She said, your father is the most handsome and heroic person in the world.

It is no problem to enter the enemy camp with a single sword and kill the general's head.

However, if you want to add a crime, you will be in trouble. If you have a great contribution, you will lose money. The Lang family has been loyal and kind for too long and the whole family has been loyal and wise. In the end, it is just an imperial edict that kills all the clans. No emperor can tolerate such a high prestige.

Military power is sometimes a hot potato.

During the war, it is the best sword in the hands of the king, but in the time of prosperity and peace, it is the best death talisman.

However, his father didn't understand all this, and he only knew how to be loyal to the emperor and patriotism.

In the end, he was also the king he was loyal to, and an imperial edict entered the beheading platform. Standing on the beheading platform, the iron coupon of the alchemy book written by the founding emperor still shone with a charming light. The iron coupon of the alchemy book, the promised eternal enjoyment of the country was just a fantasy dream flower. He lies beside the bed, and he is sleeping soundly.

At the beginning, it was just that it was not contaminated with power. After it was contaminated with power, everyone would be contaminated with a rotten aura and had nowhere to escape.

As a general, he once commanded thousands of troops and did not die on the battlefield, but was in the most prosperous and peaceful place in Kyoto. In front of the people he once protected with his life, he dyed all the blood. His head and head were different, and no one collected the corpse.

There are so many weeds in the tombs, no one asks. No one listens, the general's mansion whimpers in a low voice. People will only remember, look, this is the treason general, but they forget who was in the yellow sand of the desert, protecting this inch of mountains and rivers.

The people are the ones who forget the most. They know the least about the twists and plots of this, but they are also the ones who are the ones who stand on a high place to look down at others. They cannot see the truth outside the fog, but they always want to talk about the tiger falling into the sun and falling down for a day after dinner.

What you can see is the collapse of tall buildings and the invisible ones is the various calculations that are difficult to predict after this.

Blood and achievements, in the end, became jokes in this casual conversation.

Every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the world.

But how many people in the world can say such a terrifying saying, like Gu Yanwu, are prosperous, people suffer, people suffer. But at the time of avalanche, no snowflake is innocent. There are so many clouds and so many slanderings. So many heroes fall, the truth is no longer, but it is just the people's affairs, just to protect themselves.

No one cares about the power of one person, but the power of these people can destroy a country.

Those lives that were only a rough stroke in history books were the bad reputation they had earned with all their blood. No matter what the facts were, once the pen was touched and the tip of the pen turned, a generation of heroes became slanderers.

But who knows what happened in the world?

And how many people care about the truth behind this? People, ministers, and kings?

The people have long forgotten this plot of firewood, rice, oil and salt. The ministers have long forgotten themselves in this power. The king has long been used to looking up at this high place. He will not look down at whether he is wrong. Perhaps, even if he is wrong, there will be no one who proposes it. In the end, no one cares. In the end, it has become a joke after dinner.

What are the jokes?

It’s just a crime that wants to add. Why don’t you tell me if you want to add a crime that wants to add a crime?

It's just that I'm frivolous and can't see so many plots.

If you don’t know how to restrain your sharpness, you will fall, insult and suffer for half a lifetime because of this sharpness. Among them, it has never been a person’s joy, joy, but a family, involving hundreds of thousands of people.

Lang Yu hated his father's loyalty and the ruthlessness of the king. However, no matter how much hatred he was, how tight the hand was at night. When it was not dawn tomorrow, my mother would still have to get up and wash her clothes. The cold water, frostbite, and rough and dull skin were all over her hands. My mother must have been like this before.

He wanted to protect his mother, but he was still beaten by the nanny, and what he got was his mother's washing clothes more.

He wanted to grow up, but only when he grew up can he protect his mother.

The hay shop is a bit cold and a little stubborn.

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