Chapter 1637: 1637
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"Someone is coming?"
Shen Zuo rubbed his eyes and sat up from the table blankly.
The cloak on his shoulder slipped and piled on the ground.
The window was half closed, and there was a plum tree outside, with clusters of small red and pink flower buds, which was gratifying.
He vaguely saw a figure passing by the window.
His heart could not help beating. He once felt that he had died long ago, but he began to be ecstatic when he saw only a specious figure, perhaps not the person he wanted to see at all.
He pricked up his ears and listened to the footsteps from far to near.
Be calm and calm.
"Uncle Huang..."
He couldn't help murmuring and looking at the direction of the door.
One hand gently lifted the bead curtain.
That hand is slender and well proportioned. When he once held a pen and played the piano, Shen Zuo could not help but look again and again.
Tears fell in an instant.
The wind and snow dyed the visitor's hair and eyebrows white. He looked a lot colder. He was dressed in white, and a few white cranes flapping their wings to fly stepped on auspicious clouds.
More and more romantic.
"What are you crying for?"
Su Yan stroked the snow on her shoulders and stepped in.
The youth cleared a lot, and his eyes were clear and clean without the previous turbidity.
It seems that time has never changed. He is still Prince Shen Zuo, who is weak but kind-hearted and hopes that every brother can get along well.
"I just didn't expect to see Uncle Huang again. My nephew is happy."
Shen Zuo bent his eyes and quickly poured Su Yan a cup of tea. He just looked at the end of the cup and said, "this tea... Uncle Huang is afraid he can't get used to it."
At first he was not used to it, but gradually he got used to it.
He thought a lot of things here. For a while, he became impetuous and angry in his heart amid the blame of the Taifu and others.
But it's very quiet here. He has a lot of time to precipitate himself.
"There's nothing you can't get used to," Su Yan took it up, glanced at the end of the tea in her eyes, hummed and smiled, "but she's stingy."
Her voice was so low that Shen Zuo didn't hear it clearly.
After more than half a year, I'll see you again. There's less intimacy in the middle.
"Can you regret? As I said earlier, being decisive will harm others and yourself."
Shen Zuo gently moved to Su Yan's side and, as before, tentatively squatted at Su Yan's feet and leaned against her knee.
She smiled secretly when she didn't refuse.
"When I first came in, I regretted it. I thought why I didn't listen to Uncle Huang. If I listened to you and killed them, there wouldn't be so many things later. But no one in the East Palace came in. I would think more when I was alone in the dead of night."
He smiled shyly. "I'm ashamed to say that I always seem to disappoint uncle Huang. The Taifu's scolding is actually right, and the seventh brother is also right. I'm weak and incompetent. If Dayong is really handed over to me, I'm afraid I'll become a sinner for thousands of years. The seventh brother does better than me."
"Oh? You still praise him?" Su Yan's eyes caught a little smile. She rubbed the edge of the cup and gently leaned back into the chair. "You saved him, but he took everything from you and deprived you of your freedom. Don't hate?"
"At first I hated, but then I didn't hate."
He looked up with clear eyes.
"I'm not as clean as Uncle Huang thought. I... I envy the seventh brother and hate his existence. Later... I hurt him several times. If I really count, I still owe him."
In this Vanity Fair, there is no absolute good or bad.
The first thing for a king is to be cruel.
If you don't step on the bones, how can you guard this great mountain and river for the people?
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"Someone is coming?"
Shen Zuo rubbed his eyes and sat up from the table blankly.
The cloak on his shoulder slipped and piled on the ground.
The window was half closed, and there was a plum tree outside, with clusters of small red and pink flower buds, which was gratifying.
He vaguely saw a figure passing by the window.
His heart could not help beating. He once felt that he had died long ago, but he began to be ecstatic when he saw only a specious figure, perhaps not the person he wanted to see at all.
He pricked up his ears and listened to the footsteps from far to near.
Be calm and calm.
"Uncle Huang..."
He couldn't help murmuring and looking at the direction of the door.
One hand gently lifted the bead curtain.
That hand is slender and well proportioned. When he once held a pen and played the piano, Shen Zuo could not help but look again and again.
Tears fell in an instant.
The wind and snow dyed the visitor's hair and eyebrows white. He looked a lot colder. He was dressed in white, and a few white cranes flapping their wings to fly stepped on auspicious clouds.
More and more romantic.
"What are you crying for?"
Su Yan stroked the snow on her shoulders and stepped in.
The youth cleared a lot, and his eyes were clear and clean without the previous turbidity.
It seems that time has never changed. He is still Prince Shen Zuo, who is weak but kind-hearted and hopes that every brother can get along well.
"I just didn't expect to see Uncle Huang again. My nephew is happy."
Shen Zuo bent his eyes and quickly poured Su Yan a cup of tea. He just looked at the end of the cup and said, "this tea... Uncle Huang is afraid he can't get used to it."
At first he was not used to it, but gradually he got used to it.
He thought a lot of things here. For a while, he became impetuous and angry in his heart amid the blame of the Taifu and others.
But it's very quiet here. He has a lot of time to precipitate himself.
"There's nothing you can't get used to," Su Yan took it up, glanced at the end of the tea in her eyes, hummed and smiled, "but she's stingy."
Her voice was so low that Shen Zuo didn't hear it clearly.
After more than half a year, I'll see you again. There's less intimacy in the middle.
"Can you regret? As I said earlier, being decisive will harm others and yourself."
Shen Zuo gently moved to Su Yan's side and, as before, tentatively squatted at Su Yan's feet and leaned against her knee.
She smiled secretly when she didn't refuse.
"When I first came in, I regretted it. I thought why I didn't listen to Uncle Huang. If I listened to you and killed them, there wouldn't be so many things later. But no one in the East Palace came in. I would think more when I was alone in the dead of night."
He smiled shyly. "I'm ashamed to say that I always seem to disappoint uncle Huang. The Taifu's scolding is actually right, and the seventh brother is also right. I'm weak and incompetent. If Dayong is really handed over to me, I'm afraid I'll become a sinner for thousands of years. The seventh brother does better than me."
"Oh? You still praise him?" Su Yan's eyes caught a little smile. She rubbed the edge of the cup and gently leaned back into the chair. "You saved him, but he took everything from you and deprived you of your freedom. Don't hate?"
"At first I hated, but then I didn't hate."
He looked up with clear eyes.
"I'm not as clean as Uncle Huang thought. I... I envy the seventh brother and hate his existence. Later... I hurt him several times. If I really count, I still owe him."
In this Vanity Fair, there is no absolute good or bad.
The first thing for a king is to be cruel.
If you don't step on the bones, how can you guard this great mountain and river for the people?
"Someone is coming?"Shen Zuo rubbed his eyes and sat up from the table blankly.The cloak on his shoulder slipped and piled on the ground.The window was half closed, and there was a plum tree outside, with clusters of small red and pink flower buds, which was gratifying.He vaguely saw a figure passing by the window.His heart could not help beating. He once felt that he had died long ago, but he began to be ecstatic when he saw only a specious figure, perhaps not the person he wanted to see at all.He pricked up his ears and listened to the footsteps from far to near.Be calm and calm."Uncle Huang..."He couldn't help murmuring and looking at the direction of the door.One hand gently lifted the bead curtain.That hand is slender and well proportioned. When he once held a pen and played the piano, Shen Zuo could not help but look again and again.Tears fell in an instant.The wind and snow dyed the visitor's hair and eyebrows white. He looked a lot colder. He was dressed in white, and a few white cranes flapping their wings to fly stepped on auspicious clouds.More and more romantic."What are you crying for?"Su Yan stroked the snow on her shoulders and stepped in.The youth cleared a lot, and his eyes were clear and clean without the previous turbidity.It seems that time has never changed. He is still Prince Shen Zuo, who is weak but kind-hearted and hopes that every brother can get along well."I just didn't expect to see Uncle Huang again. My nephew is happy."Shen Zuo bent his eyes and quickly poured Su Yan a cup of tea. He just looked at the end of the cup and said, "this tea... Uncle Huang is afraid he can't get used to it."At first he was not used to it, but gradually he got used to it.He thought a lot of things here. For a while, he became impetuous and angry in his heart amid the blame of the Taifu and others.But it's very quiet here. He has a lot of time to precipitate himself."There's nothing you can't get used to," Su Yan took it up, glanced at the end of the tea in her eyes, hummed and smiled, "but she's stingy."Her voice was so low that Shen Zuo didn't hear it clearly.After more than half a year, I'll see you again. There's less intimacy in the middle."Can you regret? As I said earlier, being decisive will harm others and yourself."Shen Zuo gently moved to Su Yan's side and, as before, tentatively squatted at Su Yan's feet and leaned against her knee.She smiled secretly when she didn't refuse."When I first came in, I regretted it. I thought why I didn't listen to Uncle Huang. If I listened to you and killed them, there wouldn't be so many things later. But no one in the East Palace came in. I would think more when I was alone in the dead of night."He smiled shyly. "I'm ashamed to say that I always seem to disappoint uncle Huang. The Taifu's scolding is actually right, and the seventh brother is also right. I'm weak and incompetent. If Dayong is really handed over to me, I'm afraid I'll become a sinner for thousands of years. The seventh brother does better than me.""Oh? You still praise him?" Su Yan's eyes caught a little smile. She rubbed the edge of the cup and gently leaned back into the chair. "You saved him, but he took everything from you and deprived you of your freedom. Don't hate?""At first I hated, but then I didn't hate."He looked up with clear eyes."I'm not as clean as Uncle Huang thought. I... I envy the seventh brother and hate his existence. Later... I hurt him several times. If I really count, I still owe him."In this Vanity Fair, there is no absolute good or bad.The first thing for a king is to be cruel.If you don't step on the bones, how can you guard this great mountain and river for the people?
