Everything that happened before was only buried in my heart.

Those sad past events are like sores in the heart, repeatedly appearing in front of you in the cold night of the moonlight.

Everyone thinks he is unparalleled and beautiful, and he thinks he is so beautiful. He doesn't know that his life is far from as wonderful as it looks.

He let them imagine, they guess, they admire, they admire, they hide everything in their staring black eyes, and see everything in this world through their desolate hearts.

No one knows his distance.

It is a mark of indelible fear printed in childhood.

Outside this range, his mad mother would not be able to pull him away with just reaching out. And he could only move his short legs outside that distance and try his best to avoid crazy attacks.

Time passes slowly, and what has passed is like a white horse passing by, and it never looks back.

But the eternal mark left in my heart is an unwashable memory and nightmare.

He is a luxurious son, the darling of the Creator, and a soul born with sin.

Until now, someone told him that no matter how difficult or painful it is to be with him, in her heart, he is her happiness.

It is better to love one person than to pursue one person than to love one person, and it is better to understand one person than to praise one person as to praise one person as to understand one person.

The cold brought by the snowflakes from Fen can't stop the warmth coming from the skirt. Her tears melted not only the endless cold winter, but also the cold peaks that have dripped into ice in his heart for many years.

He slowly surrounded her, a pure, warm, loving, tender hug, but it was a hug that spent all his life.

The man nodded slightly, his exquisitely lined chin was placed on the woman's hair, and his perfect light lips opened and closed silently.

I, Rong Yi, will never let you down in this life.

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Although several people around him guessed that the emperor was attacked by the emperor, the emperor was not willing to let people know about this matter while giving a generous imperial edict while quietly taking action.

Therefore, Ming Yulong and Rong Yi, who were responsible for the escort, still had to give an official explanation on this matter.

That night, Rong Yi wrote a memorial, which caused the poisoning of Duke Yao and died. He was grateful to the emperor for his old kindness and had no face to face the emperor. He looked for an opportunity to swallow poison and commit suicide in the middle of the journey.

When the father-in-law gave the imperial edict saw the content of the memorial, he did not mention his responsibility in half of the sentence. He was so happy that he smiled and said that the emperor would definitely not blame him for his favor with Prince Rong so much.

Ming Yulong rolled his eyes when he saw him. The ability to talk lies with his eyes open is really better than the other in the palace!

But just pretend, who doesn’t do some superficial skills?

As long as the father and brother are safe, the Ming Dynasty's mansion will be safe.

In the cold winter, the snow began to melt and the weather was colder than before.

In the imperial capital, a carriage with a simple, low-key appearance and luxurious and comfortable inner body is slowly driving.

The bustling and noisy streets are still the same as before, as if they were like this every day and have never changed. In the carriage, Ming Yulong couldn't help feeling dazed when he heard such a lively bustle.

In just one month, the Ming Palace has indeed experienced life and death.
Chapter completed!