Princess too Young, Prince too Old

Zhou Chi pushed in the door and closed it gently.

He stepped to the table and sat down. He poured himself a cup of tea calmly and took a shallow sip.

He remained calm until he gently opened the drawer and took out a picture from the bottom.

On the painting is a young man Lang Mei like a crown jade, green and lush, singing gently under the moon.

His tears fell bit by bit.

...

"Have you been honest with your sister, have you never really liked someone?"

"Have."

"Really? How long has it been? Why do you keep hiding from your sister?"

"It's been years."

"That's fine! Who is that girl? Is she there? Is it also in southern Xinjiang? Can she promise to marry you?"

"he does not know."

"For ... why? Why don't you know? You ... haven't you told her?"

"No."

"Why? Don't you like people for years? Why haven't you told them ?! Are you too irritated to dare to confess?"

"Because I have no chance."

...

Yes, from the beginning, he had no chance at all.

He was a man, and Shelen was also a man, so he couldn't speak at all.

How can he speak such a disobedient and unreasonable emotion?

How can I speak so as not to scare Shelen? Can shen't let Sharon avoid him like a viper?

He couldn't open his mouth.

Xie Lun was too important to him, not only Bai Yueguang in his heart, but also his life and death brother. He couldn't afford to gamble at all, so he could only bear it out.

He was too pessimistic, so he never thought that if maybe, and never dreamed about the future, all he could do was to treat Xie Lun well, and in a brotherly way, although his heart was difficult, but what about it?

He did not dare to scare Xie Lun, did not dare to scare his elder sister, and did not even dare to face the strange eyes of the crowd. He was so humble and cowardly that he should depress depression.

That year Lu Zhishan left him in the southern Xinjiang, and he had a little luck in his heart.

That's it. Since then, there has been no separation from the north to the south, and there is no concern.

just……

Knowing that parting is inspiring.

Zhou Chi's tears wet the face in the painting.

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Jingshi.

Hall of Supreme Harmony.

After ten days in bed, Viva has been able to help people to walk a few steps and speak, but for the time being, only a few words can be said, and a few words will twitch the face, and the mouth will drool. Lu Mingwei was also unwilling to speak. Although her body improved greatly, Lu Mingwei's mood deteriorated day by day, especially the corners of her mouth drooling uncontrollably.

The palace people of the Taihe Hall, including Zhao Ruhai, think that today's errands are becoming more difficult to do. Lu Mingwei has not been a wide and friendly person, and his temperament has become even stranger all the time. Uneasy, even the grandeur dare not pant.

"Long live, it's time to drink the medicine." Zhao Ruhai came in holding the medicine bowl and carefully took it to Lu Mingwei.

Lu Mingwei drank the soup medicine with his face. Zhao Ruhai was so busy passing the tea to gargle his mouth, and then passed the pail. Lu Mingwei leaned on the soft pillow and did not know what he was thinking. Zhao Ruhai was careful Back out.

When Ling Zhilu, the exquisite princess, came in, Lu Mingwei was sitting in a daze on the bed, she approached lightly, sat on her knees, and whispered, "Father Emperor, your son and daughter are here to accompany you."

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