Chapter 792

Hearing Zhongyue's childish voice again, Gong Yueyue tried to suppress his sadness and stood up slowly“ Girl, it's so late. Have a rest. Don't think about it. "

Qin e said that she would close the sandalwood box. Unexpectedly, Gong Yueyue said in a determined voice, "don't close it. Find a place and burn them all. Let me go now."

The fire in the sky is like a butterfly dancing lightly. It lives in the beautiful spring light. His hands are close to his shoulders. Gong Yueyue's voice is gradually lowered: "today is Zhongyue's birthday. If he is still there, he will pester me to set off fireworks with him."

Staring at the burning pieces of Chinese clothes, Qin e's tears poured over her beautiful cheeks and choked: "every birthday, he hugged the girl and refused to sleep very late, so he couldn't forget his voice and smile. Girl, don't you have a thought to keep them? Why do you bother? "

Gong Yueyue's long and wonderful eyes didn't turn into clear tears after all. He took a long breath, threw all the sadness behind his head, and said gently, "this child will always live in my jumping heart. Every time I hear his heartbeat, I think, Zhongyue didn't go, he's still alive."

After a slight pause, Gong Yueyue quietly stroked her heart with her soft white palm and whispered, "these labors are kept, but they attract tears. Zhongyue doesn't want to see his mother cry, does he? "

He raised his hand to wipe away the tears on his cheeks. Qin e suddenly raised a smile on her lips. Her clear eyes looked at Gong Yueyue's figure and said firmly, "if I have the opportunity to return to Chang'an, I will go back!"

Touching the jujube red Ma Junqiao's body, Gong Yueyue suddenly gently kissed it on its face and patted its big head. The dark pupils contained infinite deep meaning. He said happily, "little jujube, you should run well, you know?"

The sound of the horse's hoofs lingered beside Gong Yueyue and looked in the direction of the sound with a smile. However, when I saw the black horse carrying the vigorous Qin e across the yellow dust in front of Gong Yueyue, I smiled happily: "Qin e, I can't see that your riding skill is better than me!"

Proudly reining in the reins of the black horse, Qin e smiled and said firmly, "if the girl is not convinced, why don't we have another race?"

Quietly staring at the clear wave light in Qin e's eyes, Gong Yueyue gently raised the powder, rippled a blush on her white and petite face, and said word by word: "race, I will win you!" After that, Gong Yueyue lightly jumped onto the jujube red horseback and left.

Far away, standing under a tall Wutong tree, staring at Gong Yueyue's handsome posture, Gong Yin was surprised and surprised, "many days later, my sister seemed to have changed herself."

The shadow waiting on one side heaped a strong smile and whispered: "the queen has been practicing riding in the horse farm in the King City for one month. Seeing that the riding skills are getting better and better, her temperament is also a lot more cheerful!"

The sunset in the evening exudes a strong and gentle light. Facing the direction of the light, Gong Yueyue gently closes her eyes, and the slender eyelashes lightly print a wisp of crow green color under her eyes.

Immersed in the warm light beam, Gong Yueyue suddenly felt calm and quiet, "sister."

Suddenly there was a timid call in her ear. Gong Yueyue suddenly raised her eyelashes and quietly returned to her head. Gong Yinyan's face immediately jumped into her eyes, and a pleasant smile popped up on her lips. She whispered, "sound, are you watching the sunset?"

Gong Yin smiled gently and hesitated: "I'm watching my sister rather than watching the sunset." Gong Yueyue stopped looking and walked slowly to Gong Yin. He stretched out his arm and took her into his arms. He said, "silly sister, silly sister."

Lying in Gong Yueyue Qinglie's neck socket, Gong Yin flushed her eyes and smelled the faint Qingfen on her body. Hot tears continued to drip down Gong Yin's snow-white cheeks, sobbing: "sister, I'm sorry for you."

Feeling Gong Yin's slight trembling on his shoulder, Gong Yueyue also had hazy tears. He put his arms around Gong Yin's body and whispered, "silly sister, you're just young and not sensible. My sister doesn't blame you."

Looking up at a golden and gentle sunset, Gong Yueyue opened his eyes with tenderness and said firmly, "the lover who can be robbed is not a real lover. Sister, your majesty is the only one who can speak his own words. He is a good man. Stay with him. You will be happy. "

Hearing Gong Yueyue's words, the tears in Gong Yin's eyes became more and more thick, dripping on Gong Yueyue's red riding clothes, which opened a dazzling red. With the sunset, it was so beautiful that people were palpitating.

A beautiful remnant cloud color of Xue Tao's paper fluttered from his fingers, and the raindrops spread out the bright lines of small letters on it.

The long white yarn was blown open by the wind of autumn night, and all kinds of soft postures walked on the cool wind of dark night. A touch of fresh jade white Yin opened Zhao Changyuan's deep and dark eyes.

He couldn't help but stretch out his hand hurriedly to remove the layers of white yarn hanging between the beams of the temple. He asked in a hurry: "Yueyue, is that you?"

Xingmu eagerly looked up along the jade white and soft train. A tall figure of a woman was reflected in the bright Phoenix flower stone by the cold moonlight. Zhao Changyuan stepped forward more and more anxiously and asked in a loud voice, "Yueyue, is that you?"

The woman leaned over slightly, cool as water, and the moonlight poured over her dark sideburns. A white jade silver hairpin was obliquely tied on her exquisite bun. At that time, there was a clear light shining under the washing moon, "it's me. Why are you here tonight? "

The sound of Qingyue passed through the silent time and passed through the white yarn as thin as cicada wings to Zhao Changyuan's long-awaited ears.

Suddenly I felt the mist of tears rising in my eyes.

He eagerly pulled open the wisps of white gauze that covered his eyes, stood behind the woman panting, hesitated, stretched out his hand to caress her thin shoulder, but timidly hung his generous hand in the air because of his sudden closeness.

The words rushed between the lips and teeth. As soon as he bowed his head, he had mixed feelings in his heart and whispered, "Yue Yue, why did you come to the Lingxi palace?"

With his back to him, Gong Yueyue suddenly turned around with a smile, slightly opened his lips and said leisurely, "do you remember the night we got married?"

A quiet moonlight lay between them, as if deliberately trying to distance themselves.

Staring at Gong Yueyue's small and exquisite face covered by Yuehua, Zhao Changyuan shook a light snowflake in front of him and was silent for a long time. He whispered, "I always can't forget the snow I saw with you on the broken bridge. It is white on the Bank of the West Lake."

Gong Yueyue's lips were filled with a smile as light as a spring. The light in his black pupil gradually became gentle and said faintly: "that night, you led the red flower satin, and I came to the Lingxi palace with your steps. At that moment, I felt your steady steps, and my flustered mood calmed down. "