Liangcheng

Where is the beautiful scenery in a good time, and whose house is pleasing to the eye? She is his only love, but love is not his only one. No matter how much you love, it can't withstand the late autumn breeze! The flowers cover up more than just the vows. "Brother, where are you going? Why don't you bring a servant with you?" Mo Fan felt distressed and wiped the rain stains on his face with the handkerchief in his hand. Li Heng's eyes seemed to dare not look at the person in front of him anymore, and he lowered his eyes lightly. "Thank you! Sister, please go back and rest early! Your body is better now, so don't suffer from the cold anymore." After saying that, he motioned to Ning'er to help Mo Fan back to the room. "Brother, please go and rest early! I'll ask Huan'er to take you back." Mo Fan glanced at Huan'er. "Yes, miss!" Huan'er answered. Dear Li Yin, how would you feel when you see your loved one so close but unable to reach you? Dear Li Heng, how sad would you feel when you see your loved one gradually leaving you? "When you fall in love with me, I will let her go." Sima Yingxie stared at the person in front of him and said coldly. "Then your Majesty, do you believe in love? Can you value your lover more than anything else in your heart?" Seeing Sima, Xie did not respond, and continued: "I will value my lover more than anything else. If my lover does not treat me the same way, I would rather not fall in love with anyone." "Sima Yingxie, listen to me." Mo Fan gently stroked his face with his hand, asking him to calm down as soon as possible. "I'm really fine. Don't worry, I promise I'll be fine." "Fan'er, how can I repay you for calling me like that!" Sima Yingxie's voice was choked with sobs, and he hugged her tightly in his arms, as if she would disappear if he let go. "I am willing to live and die with you." Her face began to turn pale, her eyes were a little blurry, and lines of white appeared on her lips. Sima Yingxie was heartbroken, and when she turned her face to the door and was about to call someone, Mo Fan gently held her down with his fingers, and then shook her head at him, "I will be fine. If you pass on the imperial doctor now, all your efforts will be wasted." "Fan'er!" Seeing her forced and labored smile slowly begin to calm down, her eyelashes also beginning to tremble and droop, he called her name heartbroken.