Chapter 2711 (2/2)

”Yu Hentian, I will lead my troops to attack the Northern Qi Dynasty and kill Yu Hentian.” Qin zuozhi looked at the dust under his feet, and then looked back at the familiar person. He was looking at himself.

I don't know why, he just pretended to be himself. What pain he suffered, what hard he was, all disappeared.

Only happiness and sweetness are left.

In this life, he will never let her suffer a little more.

The matter of Princess Anping's return made the haze of Qing dynasty clear away the clouds.

All the ministers have not seen the king who was able to smile when he went to the imperial court for a long time. Thinking that Princess Anping had been missing for two years, she could still come back. It was a great joy.

The Regent's wedding wine can be drunk again.

Send more gifts, it's just a good chance to curry favor.

After Gu Xiaowan returned to Beijing, there was an autumn rain, just as the so-called autumn rain and a cool one. A Zuo turned out a crescent colored and thick cloak from the box.

It looks like it's new.

”I haven't worn this dress before.” Gu Xiaowan looked in the mirror in surprise and said it was brand-new, but it was not like it had been put on for some time.

”This is what the Lord asked people to do. Ten sets of clothes a quarter have never been broken.” Ah Zuo blurted out.

Ten sets a quarter?

Gu Xiaowan looked at the clothes that had been hung in the cupboard. She was afraid that there were dozens of them. How long did she go?

She remembers that when she was taken to Nanling by Xiao yuanyao and Shu min, the weather was already cold.And now she's back, it's autumn.

I didn't expect that I had been there for more than a year.

Gu Xiaowan some emotion: ”OK, those clothes wear a set a day!”

It's really hard to imagine how he came to live during his absence.

Under the osmanthus tree in the South Garden, there is a man sitting.

Osmanthus still has a little fragrance, in a day or two, there will be no flavor. The faint fragrance of Osmanthus fragrans in the air still can't disperse the chill on one's face.

The sweet scented osmanthus wine dug out from under the osmanthus tree has not yet been brewed. It has only a faint fragrance of osmanthus, but he has one cup after another to make himself drunk.

There is another jar under the tree. Before he dies, he will tell her that there is still a jar of good wine under the tree.

They buried them together.

His eyes began to wander and look forward.

Qing Yuan, just ahead of him, seems to have returned to the original days. He just sat under the tree every day, staring at the front of the tree and lost his mind. There, there is his sweetheart.

Gu Fangxi hesitated for a long time, and finally told Gu Xiaowan some things.

”Gu Chuanlu and Gu Ziwen died.”

Dead? Gu Xiaowan said, it seems that many things have happened in the capital during her absence.

”How did you die?”

As long as the aunt is not sad and sad, these two people deserve more than death.