The dream lingering in my mind is like a dream. Like a memory that has been sealed for a long time, it is opened bit by bit.

It is the remnants of care, the rewoven feelings, and the vast cliff of dreams.

Clouds and smoke filled the woods, and a faint figure was running in the fog. She wanted to catch him desperately, but the distance between them seemed close, but in fact it was far away.

She kept frowning and murmured to herself in an extremely soft voice, which made the person next to her frown. The light sleep made him open his eyes and look at her.

"Brother Murong——"

Suddenly, she sat up as if awakened from a nightmare. She had never heard that "Brother Murong" in nineteen years, but now that she heard it from her again, she was a little surprised.

His horrified eyes were staring ahead as if nothing existed. For some reason, today's dream was so clear and real. He still murmured: "Brother Murong."

This person is both strange and familiar, and I always feel like I have seen him before.

Murong Haochen slowly approached and put his arms around her shoulders, making her tremble. He clung to her neck, his hot lips roamed freely, stopped on his lips and said intimately: "I will accompany you."

With you."

Seeing this, the distance between them is getting closer and closer, and they seem to have a feeling of being inseparable.

His lips were tightly pressed against each other, but his breathing was no longer calm, with rapid rhythms coming and going. His body was once again held tightly by him, and his affectionate eyes were always slightly blurred.

Looking down at his lips, she subconsciously pursed her lips and slowly said, "Are you Brother Murong?"

For some reason, all the memories from when she was four years old came flooding back tonight. Seeing his smile without saying a word, she knew in her heart: "It turns out, everything in the dream is real."

Seeing his hand gently caressing her cheek, she kissed her lips affectionately. His eyes no longer became affectionate, but exuded a sense of coldness and arrogance: "Lan'er, I'm just your husband.

He will become the old brother Murong."

That was just a memory from the past, and should not remain as the 'Brother Murong' she called her when she was a child. He was her husband at the moment, not her 'brother'.

"But..."

She was at a loss for words and didn't know how to speak. From her childhood memories, he had always been her brother in her heart, and the relationship between them seemed to have gone beyond the relationship of 'brother and sister'.

Listening to his words, it seemed that she didn't want to call him like that. She touched his body lightly with her fingertips. She was too shy to look into his eyes and put her arms around his neck. Seeing this, Murong Haochen took advantage of the situation and pulled her away.

He hugged her in his arms, stroked her hair, and spoke slowly in a soft voice: "Sleep a little longer, and I will order someone to take you back to the palace."

Return to the palace?

She stood up from his arms and looked at him intently: "What about you?"

Murong Haochen smiled lightly: "Wait until I come back."

Wait? Where is he going? I thought that the two of them could return to the palace together tomorrow, but now, they let themselves wait for his return.

In just one day, she actually had a feeling that was hard to let go of.

Her confused feelings made her more and more confused. She always felt that there was always something blocking them every time, but what was it?

She slowly put her hands from her neck to his face, and the reluctance in her eyes was her truest feeling: "You left without saying goodbye when you were a child, is it possible that you want to abandon me too?"

Abandoned? It’s not that I abandoned you, but that you abandoned my feelings for you and my most sincere love for you.

With a charming smile, he said affectionately: "Why do you want to remember?"

After hearing this, Ye Yilan had no idea why he said this.

"If you don't remember, maybe I can still be a blank in your heart, and then slowly fill it up."

Every step was within his plan, but it all happened too early. He didn't want her to be obsessed with him because of the previous ties. He wanted to slowly use his love to win her heart.

Maybe time is slowing down, but he is willing to wait.

After waiting for so many years, why should we care about this?

For Ye Yilan, his love is possessive and profound. And she is the most confused person.

Seeing her distracted look, Murong Haochen stretched out his arms to hug her slender waist. With a slight bump, Ye Yilan gradually woke up. She saw the indifferent smile on the corner of his mouth and the bellyband that slipped off her body in an instant, which made her unaware.

At a loss.

"Don't move."

Ye Yilan didn't dare to move around at that cold sound. Seeing that he slowly put her down, without pressing her as hard as before, she quickly picked up the clothes on the ground and covered her body. She stared at her affectionately,

Seeing her confused look, he couldn't help but ask: "What's wrong?"

"You always take off my clothes and put them on again. Do you hate me? Or..." He pursed his lips and hesitated to speak.

Whenever he gets emotional, she will really panic. What puzzles her is that he does this every time. She is a little worried, does he hate her?

disgust?

Murong Haochen couldn't help but laugh at himself secretly, and the corners of his mouth curved with a deep meaning: "Then you are willing to let me see your body?"

Upon asking this question, Ye Yilan raised her eyes slightly and looked at him with twisted eyes.

He leaned down, kissed her eyelids, and murmured: "This way you can suppress my desire for you, do you understand?"

Even if she doesn't want to, why should he force her?

She never knew that he did this to suppress herself. She supported his neck with her hands, stood up slightly, kissed his lips, frowned, her eyes filled with apology to him, and whispered: "I'm sorry.

."

He held her head and kissed the side of her face for a long time before letting go. He slowly put her body in his arms and hugged her: "You have never been sorry to me. I owe you too much."

She raised her eyes to look at him. Those gentle eyes could not resist his courage at all. In fact, she had always had the opportunity to talk to him, but she hid it in her heart because of her own selfishness.

"Lan'er, are you willing to use your whole life to make up for my debt to you?"

He wanted to spend his whole life to the fullest, and he wanted to be with her.

In her whole life? She had never wanted it for so long.

She buried her body in his arms. She didn't want him to notice anything strange, nor did she want him to know.

Murong Haochen, if one day you will realize that it was not you who owed me, but I who owed you.

You were the first person to appear in my life, but the person who made me fall in love with you was not you. But everything was destined. We met after going round and round, and became the most inseparable person for each other.

Murong Haochen, I will keep every promise you make in my heart.

He looked at her in his arms, wondering if she had fallen asleep. A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he murmured to himself: "Lan'er, I have never abandoned you, but have always been by your side."

After hearing this, Ye Yilan didn't know why he would say such puzzling words.

She moved slightly, stroked her back, and warned: "There are still two hours, go to bed early."

There are two hours left? Murong Haochen, where do you want to go?

The clear dream of Shaohua, a wisp of prosperity looking forward to the coming of the dynasty.

Exchange your heart for your heart, and you will know and remember each other deeply.

A Sheng song chants about the bright moon, a fine stream of water flows, and a cup of longing tea.

Jingyuan Hall

She was sitting in the courtyard, her head drooped, playing with the flower branches on the stone table in boredom.

He sighed helplessly and said to himself: "When can the plan be implemented?"

In the past few days, she had been looking for Ye Xunyu, but he had left her behind in a perfunctory manner, without any interaction. When she went to look for him today, he was nowhere to be seen. No one knew he was gone.

Somewhere, it seems like the world has evaporated.

Looking back inadvertently, she saw a figure gradually appearing in her sight. The corners of her eyes were slightly sad. She couldn't wait to walk forward and greeted her: "Third sister, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

Face, how are you these days?"

Seeing that she still looked like a child, Lan Shan put down her hand, bowed slightly and said, "Everything is fine, slave."

After all, they still have different identities. In this palace, if Zi Ling hadn't told her, and she didn't know that each of them was Murong Haochen's spy, she would have to be careful everywhere.

She was extremely bored staying here. It was not easy to go out last time, but she went to such a quiet place, which was extremely boring.

Today, I saw that she had finally come to him, but the rules in the palace were laid out one by one, giving me a headache. He stepped forward to help her up. He felt a little unhappy in his heart: "There are no outsiders here, and there is no relationship between us."

It requires too much identity barrier, but it only alienates us."

She smiled with light eyes and said: "Slave, I have told the princess a long time ago that Han Lingyu died long ago, and now the one standing in front of the princess is the slave next to Concubine Shu. I hope the princess will not forget it in the future.

"

She just wanted to speak more clearly, and didn't want to reveal her identity because of Han Xin's words. Although her identity is an eternal secret, her purpose of staying here cannot be discovered. Once discovered, she

I'm afraid there will be no chance of meeting Xia Qianyi again.

Forget? If you can forget, it is you who should forget.

It was an experience before, and it must have been very painful. You want to try your best to forget it, but those memories are deeply engraved in your mind and cannot be forgotten.

From her body, Han Xin couldn't feel whether she had really let go. Perhaps, she hadn't let go yet.

He took her hand and sat with him. However, they hadn't sat down and talked for a long time.

"Then why did you come here today?"

No matter in Xuandu or Beimo, she has never come to find him in person. She used to avoid him, but now it's a bit strange.

He screwed up his thought-provoking eyes and stared at her solemnly.

"Princess and Chen Zhaoyi are walking very close." She had been silently aware of their movement in the dark. Seeing the two of them talking and laughing, she was a little angry. She pretended to smile and said

."Is it because I have a similar face to her?"

When she asked, Han Xin felt that everything was very ordinary. When he talked about her, everything seemed to be much brighter. The corners of his mouth were curved with a smile that could not be concealed: "When we first met, I felt. Later,

I found that you two are not different."

He frowned tightly, a trace of hatred flashed in his eyes, and sneered: "Really?"

Looking in the mirror every day, the look in Murong Haoli's eyes when he called her name for the first time always appeared in my mind. Now that I think about it, I was just a substitute at that time.

But Murong Haochen, who had always been deeply in love with him, could tell at a glance that they were fundamentally different.
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