Cold Palace’s Abandoned Consort

Even if I can't read the words above, I know that everyone has only one wish.

Survive, live well!

Looking at this scene, I have never been so stubborn to ask for students like this time!

Compared to the bright lights in the South City, the North City was unusually silent. Perhaps they were also shrouded in the shadow of death. They didn't have the intention to do this, but when they saw the lights in the Half City here, they were all very surprised. On the street, a distant view of Nancheng.

The people here didn't have so much scruples. When someone saw it, they simply shouted and shouted to the side: "Happy New Year!"

"Happy New Year! Happy New Year!"

The people in Beicheng were stunned. I did not expect that the dying people here still had such a mood. Gradually, all of them came out, watching everyone watching the lanterns in the street. Make lantern riddles, set off fireworks, and sing loud songs of joy.

The fireworks in this half of the city rendered the entire Jiangnan sky gorgeous.

But at this time, Huang Tianba's condition has become more severe. His lips are pale, his eyebrows are slightly out of style, all tired. He walked on the street, watching the lights on both sides of the street brilliant, and looked up again. The fireworks against the night sky were brilliant, and the blooming fireworks illuminated Yangzhou City, and also his pale face.

Even though he was seriously ill, he was still as handsome as a fairy, but the ethereal atmosphere seemed to leave here and return to heaven at any time.

I was always with him. At this moment, another firework bloomed above his head. He smiled lightly: "I had thought that my life would be alive and vigorously, and death would be alive and vigorously. Bright sky, but did not expect-- "

I turned to look at him, with a bitter smile on my face: "I will light up quietly like these lights, and then quietly turn off."

He tried to suppress the cough, but the steps under his feet were already unstable. I hurried forward and held his arm. He turned to look at me, and I said seriously, "Huang Ye, Qingying knows thousands of people. You do n’t have the same level of grandeur as you do. Although you may be quietly extinguished like these lanterns, but your life has been brilliant, and it is not a fleeting firework. You will be in Tianhe, The brightest star! "

A gust of wind blew, the street lanterns were swaying, the lights were bright, and they were shining on the eyes of all kinds of styles.

For a long while, he smiled, "In this world, who knows me, only Weiqing."

After speaking, he looked up again, looking at the bright galaxy above his head, and slowly said, "If I can turn into a star, it will be Dongming, and Qingqing will illuminate the road ahead, Wangqing will be all the way!"

I looked at his side quietly, never seen such a beautiful side face, a wide and intelligent forehead, a straight nose bridge, a slender lips, and a spring-like smile on the corner of the lips, I suddenly I was thinking how lonely my soul would be if he really went out like a lantern.

"Master Huang," I said softly, "you will be fine!"

"..." He turned to look at me.

"Surely not!"

I have never said a word so seriously. He looked at me solemnly and smiled. The smile was extraordinarily warm and gentle under the bright starlight.

"it is good……"