However, she can never go back. Her beloved family members are separated forever, and that day of drinking and singing turned out to be the last time they met.

The duckweeds of half a lifetime are lost in the water, and the famous flowers are buried in a night of cold rain. The soul is like a willow cotton blowing to pieces, wandering around the world.

Every inch of her heart was as gray as ashes, and her love was gone.

When the emperor returned to the back room, he saw that her complexion was still good. After so long of conditioning, it was indeed effective.

She embroidered the handkerchief stitch by stitch and asked him with a smile: "When will the Seventh Prince come back?"

His heart sank, but he still managed to say: "The teacher will return to the court tomorrow."

She nodded and returned her gaze to the embroidery needle in her hand.

The emperor watched from the side, heartbroken.

She doesn't know all this yet, how is he going to tell her?

The next day, the Seventh Prince Ye Hen returned in triumph. The Seventh Prince was brave and adept at fighting and was invincible. This was rumored to be magical among the people.

The emperor, dressed in a rust-gold dragon robe, personally greeted him on the tower. Two rows of cowhide drums were displayed on both sides, just waiting for the sound of the drums.

The city gate ahead opened wide, and the Seventh Prince's army slowly arrived.

He is sitting on a sweat-blooded horse, wearing golden armor, a black iron sword hanging on his waist, a red tassel helmet on his head, and purple gold boots on his feet. He has a heroic appearance and is not angry but powerful.

The emperor looked at him from above, with a smile on his lips. He was about to give the order to beat the drums when he suddenly heard a woman behind him say softly: "Your Majesty, Mo'er knew that the prince had returned triumphantly, so he specially prepared a sword dance to welcome the prince and cleanse him from the dust."

The emperor turned around and saw her wrapped in white clothes, revealing her graceful neck and clearly visible collarbones. The pleats of her skirt were like snow, and flowed to the ground like moonlight. She stretched more than three feet, making her gait

She became even more graceful and graceful, holding a sword in her hand to say goodbye, with a graceful smile on her face.

Ye Hen reined in his horse at the foot of the city tower and looked at her blankly, with endless sadness and helplessness in his eyes.

"Mo'er." The emperor frowned slightly, but she had already walked to the platform of the tower.

She smiled cleverly: "My father said that my dance misled people and the country, but you and the Seventh Prince have both seen it, but you don't necessarily think you are merciful."

She called the emperor "you" with an indifferent expression.

Before the emperor could speak, she pulled out her sword and raised her skirt.

There was no music, only the sound of the wind whistling on the tower.

The emperor's guard of honor on the tower and Chu Zhao's soldiers below the tower all looked at her in shock.

She dances in the wind with various postures, and the light of her sword flows, filling the space between heaven and earth.

She seemed to see the many palaces in front of her turning into a vast sea of ​​sand, the sound of camel bells ringing in her ears, and two figures walking towards her talking and laughing.

"Father, brother."

There was a touch of surprise in her eyes, and she suddenly stopped dancing and took two steps forward absentmindedly. Under her feet was a hundred-foot tall building, and she was standing on the edge of the city.

"Mo'er." The emperor shouted and rushed forward, but saw her suddenly looking back and smiling, and the sword in her hand was swung across her neck.

A stream of blood spurted out, and a few drops splashed on his face, like burning liquid, which hurt all his organs. He only had time to grab a corner of her clothes, and her body seemed to be broken.

The string kite floated down from the tower.

He stared at the piece of snow-like clothes in his hand as if he was dumbfounded. Suddenly, the scenery moved quickly in front of his eyes. She was dancing for him in the desert. He said, if I am not married, if you are not married, I will come to marry you.

He suddenly knelt down on one knee, his eyes filled with pain.

Even though he holds the prosperity of all sentient beings in his hands, even though he has the world in his hands, without her...

He felt that something was dying in his heart step by step, and he understood that he could no longer love in this life.

Ye Hen was shocked and turned pale. He suddenly jumped up from his horse, took a few steps in the air, and took her into his arms.

She still had a breath left, but her neck was bleeding profusely.

He stretched out his hand to cover her wound, as if covering her life.

His lips trembled but he could not speak.

She glanced at him with a smile and stretched out her bloody hand to reach for him.

"Ye Hen, if there is an afterlife, Mo'er will never love you again..." Her hand only grasped the red tassel knot on his helmet, and she dropped it to remove his

The helmet was ripped off.

Her hands hung weakly by his side, and her breath was gone.

"Haha, haha" Ye Hen suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, his long hair flying, his eyes blood red, and his whole body exuding an evil and coquettish aura.

He smiled, and a teardrop slipped from the corner of his eye, like a crystal falling into the soil and being smashed into pieces.

He picked up Mo'er in his arms, then looked up at the emperor who was still half-kneeling on the tower, and said with a wry smile: "Eighth brother, what I promised to my father has been completed for him. What's left of this great land, you want to

Keep it safe for my father. I have never fought with you in my life. In the end, I only begged you to hand over Mo'er to me. From now on, there will be no seventh prince in Chu Zhao."

He hugged her and got on the horse. When the horse rushed out of the city gate, Lin Jinfeng, who had been standing aside, slowly turned his head away. The picture in his mind was of her unparalleled youthfulness at the moment when she raised her head in the bamboo forest.

There is solitary smoke in the desert, and the sun sets over the long river.

When I return to this place, things have changed.

He held her and sat on the sand dune, just like that day. He carefully wiped the blood from her face, and she seemed to be asleep, quiet as usual.

She would never know that he did not kill Mo Yao, nor did he force King Li to death. All those were just lies he made up to silence the people in the court.

He looked into the distance, and he remembered that there seemed to be no forest in front of him, but at this moment it was really zooming in in front of him. He saw a white shadow passing through the forest, and he remembered her cheerful smile on the swing.

She said, Ye Hen, I believe you.

He lowered his head and kissed her cold lips, hugged her with one hand, and pulled out the sword to say goodbye.

Sad farewell, sad farewell, sad farewell has been common since ancient times.

He smiled sadly, as if comforting and pitying: "Mo'er, don't be afraid, I will be with you right away."

The sound of horns sounded in the distance, echoing across the empty desert. The forest suddenly disappeared without a trace. The beauty of the country turned out to be nothing more than a mirage from beginning to end.

Someone played the tambourine and sang a song: I remember that when we first met, the snowy willows hung down their temples and smiled softly. They were young in goose-yellow clothes, full of love, and far away. The saying is that parting brings tears to the brows, and the love is rare. But the fate is shallow.

, even if meeting each other is infinitely good, the Milky Way is winding on both sides. The love is so deep that it is better to fight than to meet each other.

The mountains are like snow and the country is like a painting. After all, he and she have a deep love and a long-lasting hatred.
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