A person can be calm and self-controlled, provided that he does not lose the most important things he is.

And he had no one to lose, and he had nothing except his mother.

"Feng Liao?" Xiaolan smiled slightly, approached the thin boy step by step, and whispered, but the eyes of the decadent boy lit up.

"Do you know, do you know your mother?" Lang Yu suddenly shouted loudly, as if only in this way could his mother appear in front of him and call him softly with a happy voice. But he did not think of it. How could anyone know the name of his mother? There are many sons of sinners in this palace, and their names cannot be mentioned anymore. They can only call the name given in the palace, just like their increasingly lowly names, not worth mentioning or remembering.

"Feng Liao, no one knew about it back then. But this man has passed away. If you walk fast, you might still be able to see her body at the bottom of the lake." Xiaolan still smiled slightly and said gently, but this sentence made people feel heartbroken.

Feng Liao was a match made by Lang Miao back then. Young generals and noble girls always had endless romances. However, there were no eternal joy in the world.

It only takes six hours overnight, but it is enough to be a lifelong scene that a person has gone through.

"Mother? Going into the lake?" Lang Yu suddenly widened his eyes. He refused to believe that a person as tough as his mother could survive so much suffering. How could he leave him like this when the dawn had already come?

"You must know that people in this world suffer and torture, and living is just for one person. Now that you have a home, she has no meaning to live. Death has always been easy. Without concern, why are you walking in this world?" Xiaolan said gently, with a smile on her lips.

What they say is true, but it is also extremely ruthless.

Dissecting all the truth is a fatal blow to a young man.

The reason why he wanted to tell Lang Yu these words was naturally because he had his own considerations.

Langyu is a person with a dynamic mind and a tough person. He is a very good chess piece. When playing chess with others, he always has some useful chess pieces in his hands. If Langyu does not make his plan, he will be the most powerful chess piece.

If you use it well, it is his best chess piece and the best sharp blade. It was before, now, it is also.

No matter how many spring and autumn he has gone through or how many times he has reincarnated, he always wants to find his sharpest knife. After all, the things that happened back then were blood debts. It would not be eliminated if he used it as a slave for life.

All evil can be eliminated so easily.

Even if he gets into trouble with him, he will not let him go even if he goes to heaven and earth.

The blue and yellow spring is the word "hate" that is the most eternal.

He looked at Lang Yu's back as he was away, straight back, looking like he was not afraid of the wind and rain. He looked a little like that. Xiaolan held an oil paper umbrella and smiled slightly, but her eyes were cold and cold.

The slender fingertips stroked across the other side of the flower vine with the umbrella handle, smiling, and her elegant eyebrows looked a little charming.

The other side of the river is raised with blood. There is no hatred, but there is no blood. There is no hatred, but there is no hatred, but there is no hatred.

Since he is already this exhausted body and is suffering the most painful parting in this world, he wants all people to suffer. Why is this more painful than Coptis chinensis? He asked him to suffer it himself.

Even if he dislikes them, he will suffer. How much he suffers, the world will be happy.

Xiaolan stood tall and stood tall. Seeing the boy's infatuation, the rain hit him, but he didn't know it.

I am stupid and look at this illusory love like a treasure. Such a person will only fall into a trap and fall into a trap without knowing it.

People in the world have weaknesses, and he is the only one who wants to pull this weakness off their bodies. Looking at them suffering, he seems to have a moment of joy.

"Master." A faint sound suddenly came from this quiet palace road.

Xiaolan looked back and saw a vermilion-red dress walking in the rain. The light yellow soul-sucking bell tied around her waist jingled, and her charming eyebrows and eyes were smiling, charming all living beings, but that's it.

"It's so deep, the matter has been done." Xiaolan had a smile on her lips, and her eyes were also gentle with light. She held an umbrella with distinct joints, and stood on the palace road. Even the young master on the street was so glorious.

Shenxu looked at Xiaolan, as if he was about to engrave his appearance in his heart. He lowered his eyes and buried his millions of emotions in his eyes, and said with a smile: "Of course, the master's affairs must be very good." Shenxu's eyes were as bright as they looked at Xiaolan's deep pool eyes, with infinite expectations.

"Today's rain is so good." Xiaolan smiled slightly, rubbed her fingertips on the handle of the umbrella, her eyes far away, looking at the place where pear blossoms are better than snow. There are few pear blossoms in the palace, only the flowers in this pear orchard bloom the most and are the most sensational.

*

The rain was still drizzling, but it gradually became more and more powerful. The sound of the rain hitting the bluestone slab became louder and louder.

The raindrops were heavy and it hit the body, like an ice cone, which was also a bit painful.

But Langyu seemed to have not felt it, and went straight to the lake.

Mingming, Mingming, Mingming, my mother was still waiting for her here half a minute ago, and my mother taught her to say those words, but she finally made up for herself, but she left like this?

How could she bear it?

Let him be left alone in this world, alone and in great pain.

Langyu watched the rain ripples in the lake water, and looked at it.

Even with this pounce, Lang Yu entered the water. He had a very good water nature. His mother said that this was followed by his father, and his father also had a very good water nature. He could stay in this water for an hour.

But now, he can no longer see the mother who always whispers in his ears.

Although he was half-believing and half-doubted about the man's words just now, he still fell into the water. Regardless of whether it was true or false, he would definitely try it. If his mother was really in the lake, he would definitely fish her up, erect a monument, and ask people to worship him, and enjoy the fireworks forever.

The lake was cold, and he gradually fell silent to the bottom of the lake. He saw a place that was glowing, as if it was the glowing light of the night pearl. He tried hard to open his eyes, but he really saw his mother's white clothes. Mother was really in the water!

And beside my mother, there was a hairpin embedded with a night pearl, which was floating in the water.

He swam over very quickly, like a fish.

When he dragged his mother to the shore, his trembling hands approached his mother's nose and snoreeded, but it was gone.

Yes, if I had entered the water earlier, how could I still be saved?

There were few people here, but even if there were people, they would not save their mother. No one wanted to put a layer of life on themselves. The saying of the palace people to protect themselves was deeply remembered by the bones and deeply.

He tightly held the hairpin with the night pearl embedded in his hand, his eyes were blood red.

My mother does not have such a hairpin. She has white hair and always wears it with the most ordinary wooden hairpin. This hairpin obviously does not belong to her. She is either her mother or is most likely the one who pushes her to go into the water.

He didn't believe it, and he didn't believe that such a mother who had the belief in survival had been cast by herself. It was obvious that the dawn of tomorrow could be seen, so how could her mother abandon him? Sure, no.

Yes, yes, it must be someone who pushed my mother into the water, and this hairpin with the night pearl is the best proof.

"You really did leave the princess's hairpin. If you can't find it before the sun sets, you will be beaten with a board." A palace maid's angry voice came from behind the rockery, and Lang Yu's hand holding the hairpin shook.

"Who doesn't know that Princess Yan Qing has such a temperament? She must have played tricks on her to drop the hairpin and fell on them in vain." The angry female said. I think it was the palace servant who had the hairpin fallen.

"That hairpin is embedded with a rare night pearl in a century. But if you ask other slaves who are not blind to get it, it is like looking for a needle in a haystack." The palace man said, indignant.

"Your, you, you." Lang Yu said gritting his teeth, word by word, trying to bite all the teeth into pieces.

But now Lang Yu, who is addicted to the pain of losing his mother, has never had a good thought. There are no such many coincidences in this world. And such obvious and shallow calculations have made Lang Yu think.

When people are in great compassion, they will not think of so many calculations.

The sadness has long been overwhelmed by everything, and the mind is not in it, and it cannot be extricated. After the dream at midnight, the dull pain still remains unabated, but instead, it has increased day by day.

*

It was the deep behind Xiaolan who fell behind Xiaolan and asked Xiaolan in confusion: "How could the master know such a simple plan that would make Lang Yu believe it." This plan was so simple that a child of one or three years old could see it.

"It's so deep that sometimes love will make people shine. No matter how smart a person is, it's like this." Xiaolan said, with a gentle tone and deep eyes. Although he could see this clearly, he was still confused when he fell in love.

Look, this place.

It is colorful and colorful, and it is a piece of rouge that touches your eyes.

All kinds of flowers bloom with all their beauty, as if they are just for you to take a look, and I am willing to stay for the rest of my life.

"In this world, the color of rouge is thick. After staying for a long time, I will always be crazy. If you stay alone, you will feel lonely. You will also stop for the flowers when you watch the flowers. This is probably because I am an outsider who is surrounded here." Xiaolan held an umbrella with a distinct joint in his hand, watching his figure beneath the umbrella, and said in a warm voice.

Shen Xu was behind Xiaolan, looking at the handsome young man with such emotion, and talking so emotionally, he was a little confused.

She had been with her master for the longest time. Although she didn't know much about what happened before, she also knew most of it.

Master, today is indeed different.

In the past, I always smiled so lightly. My words were also warm, but today's master has a little more indifferent aura, which makes people even more afraid to look at him.

I deeply missed what kind of woman it would be worthy of the master's recitation. The blue and yellow spring will never be abandoned.

But as she recited this, her hand holding the soul-inspiring ring became even colder.

No matter which woman it was, she would definitely not let her master fall into a love dilemma again. She saw the master's pain and even wanted to stop him personally. But she knew even more that such friendship could not be replaced by oneself.

But no matter what, if she was asked to know who the woman was, she would not ask her to step closer to her master again in this life and forever. She thought about it and held her hands tightly.

The master is her god, and the gods do not allow anyone to blaspheme. She cannot, and she cannot be in the heart of the master.

But Shen Xu is still confused. They all said that the master loved ordinary people and remained unswervingly until death. But after she and her master were in charge for a long time, they felt that this love might be so confused that it could not be called love. The many things are just the word "interest".

And why I have to turn myself into what I am now for this woman? I don’t know.

She could not understand the master's thoughts. However, she always felt that if the master really loved someone, he would not be like this.

Shen Xu's heart had gone through many twists, but Xiaolan still looked at the rouge color in front of her, just looking indifferently without saying anything.

Junyi's flowers bloom particularly much.

Jun said that the late emperor loved flowers, so the flowers from the mainland could be seen in this Junyi.
Chapter completed!