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I was proud of this revenge, but Mo Li's body was trembling.

He came and pulled me back, and my hand hurt, and I bowed my head and said nothing. The man dropped the silver on the ground and left.

After everyone left in twos and threes, Mo Li lowered his voice and said in a exasperated tone, "Do you know who it is? God love, you really are bold."

I nodded. "I think I know who he is now. Let's pack up and go back."

Along the way back, he was still a bit out of sorts and a bit worried.

The night breeze blew gently. I squeezed out a smile and said, "Mo Li, don't worry about anything. If you were to bicker with a villain like me, who does he think he is? What kind of demeanor and demeanor does he have?" I'm not worried at all, or I'm not afraid of death, I'm not afraid of him.

Mo Li seemed to be somewhat afraid of that man. He trembled when Mo Li wrote his name, so he must have been the woman he loved. The beautiful woman's face was also pale. I knocked on her head. "How come I forgot to look at her properly? How come she and I look the same?" It was completely different. The difference was vast and wide.

He sighed softly. "Dear God, you are really bold. He is the current emperor."

This is just as I had guessed. I actually wanted to tell him that even if he was the emperor, so what?

I think he loved her very much. In the market, he didn't even dare to look up at her. Even though he was reluctant, he still wrote the word Yuanyuan.

When will he do the same for me?

The wind at night, so cold, the moonlight at night, so quiet, holding my knees while I looked at the stars, when, ah, he could love me just as he loved Yuanyuan.

I really like you, Mo Li. No matter who looks down on you, no matter who bullies you, I will stand up for you.

The wind carried with it the delicate fragrance of the hibiscus flowers, making it so that his four limbs and eight bones were all at ease.

Feeling slightly tired, I got up to go back to sleep, only to see Mo Li's room light up in flames. I tiptoed forward and saw him wearing a single robe from the window. I took out the words I had written that afternoon and looked at them.

"Yuan Yuan." He muttered to himself, "Lovesick is such a short story. I'll put it down, Yuan Yuan. I'll definitely put it down."

It wasn't the first time I'd heard him say that. He was clearly in pain, but he kept telling himself to let it go, not for him, but for her in his heart.

Even if he wanted to read these two words, he had to get up in the middle of the night. Mo Li, who are you lying to? You're also lying to yourself.

My heart was also hurt by these thoughts. It felt as if all the strength in my body had been wrenched out of me. I opened the door gently and returned to my room, but I couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

The next day he went to the palace and came back.

I also gradually came to know that Mo Li's identity is just a casual job in the palace's document library. He has no future prospects to talk about, and he won't be reused.

However, what a person likes to do is not measured by these things, but whether he likes it or not, only he knows.

Day after day, the days were as light as water, and only I could feel the honey in the water.

Life isn't that embarrassing. After all, I don't want Mo Li to worry about the most mundane things in the world the most.

Autumn arrived, not only the autumn wind, crab fragrance, but also brought a harvest, and let my hair in these quiet and happy years, extremely long, already almost long neck, beside the water with my short black hair on my rosy little face, and a few more charming.