That year, in the hall of Xiang Mansion, he said to him: "From now on, I will listen to whatever you say."
That year, in the restaurant's wing, he said to him: "Since you gave it to me, then wear it for me."
That year, in the small courtyard of the West Wing, he said to him: "Whoever you want to give that child to raise is your business and has nothing to do with me."
That year, outside the small courtyard, he sighed in despair: "It seems that I made a wrong decision to come to see you today..."
The east wind is bad, and joy is thin. Drinking a cup alone will make you drunk, and the wine will enter your heart with sorrow.
That day, in the royal study, he asked him: "No matter what Mo Xingfeng becomes, are you still the same as before?"
That day, under the eaves of the window, he remained silent.
That day, in the prime minister's house, he turned his back to him and said: "Let him go... I don't want to see him, let him go out..."
That day, under the stone arch, he looked at him without speaking, and then left alone...
Soul-leaving syndrome, divided into two, who is who and who is who, what night and day it is.
[Yuanmu... Will continue to be unreliable to the end...]
Four different images:
Little Elephant Xiang Chengjun:
Intention: