The concubine is always domineering: the code name of this palace is the lore

Chapter 368 Unintentional Death (3)

"I understand but I can't do it—"

Not far away, a cold voice sounded like a sigh.Luo Hanyi stayed there, while Liang Mobai, at some point, had left the courtyard.

He also knew that he couldn't do it, so he let himself go away first.Liang Mobai is Liang Mobai after all, it is true to love Leng Wuxin, and it is true to hate Leng Wuxin.For so many years, sitting on the emperor's throne, he has been used to the eternal loneliness.He can live without marrying.He can miss a woman and never change his mind for the rest of his life.

He could even recall the picturesque eyebrows when he dreamed back at midnight.

But the only thing that can't be done is just to meet the previous side.Liang Mobai is not Luo Hanyi, he can see clearly and thoroughly than anyone else.He can even understand Leng Wuxin's heart, and can figure out Leng Wuxin's thoughts.

What cannot be guessed, however, is his own heart.

Leng Wuxin, even if he wanted to see him, he couldn't.If you meet once, you will think about the second and third.Thinking about keeping Leng Wuxin by his side, he was afraid that he would think too much and fall into a magic barrier.

It's good to be lonely.

As long as there are no more lonely years, he can convince himself that he will always be lonely.

"Hey--"

Vaguely, I heard the woman's low and hoarse sigh, murmured in the direction he left, and called Mobai...

Only the blue hair is white as snow, but the white snow is not seen again.

Mobai Mobai, a thick black, a pure white.Such contradictory names should not have been put together, just like Liang Mobai, who should not have suffered so much in the world.

Rao is a cycle of fate, I hope that Xiu's one-person heart will be changed forever.

Luo Hanyi looked towards the place where the voice came from.

Above the graceful peachy sky, the woman covered her face with a light veil, revealing a pair of gray eyes.Holding a jade flute in his left hand, the jade flute is green all over, and it is no longer the same red trace as blood in the past.The three thousand blue silks were fixed with wooden hairpins, loose and loose, as if they would fall apart at any time.The traces of time seemed to have stopped on Leng Wuxin's body.

After so many years, it is still as amazing as before.

Manman Taoyao, the old face of the old friend.

Luo Hanyi stared blankly, his heart fluttered like numbness, beating almost out of rhythm.Ordinarily, the longing for so many years has finally been realized, and I should be happy.But now, it seems too complicated.

(End of this chapter)