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Liu Gui gave her a strange look, with a mysterious expression, and muttered, "The emperor wants to see you."
He hurriedly walked ahead, occasionally looking back as if there were ghosts following behind.
From the recent erratic behavior of Li Changyan, he feels that Li Changyan must be feeling like he has seen a ghost, just like him.
After Liu Gui brought the person to the peach tree alley outside LiuLi Palace, she didn't dare to stay long and respectfully withdrew. Li Changyan was standing with his back to her, hands clasped behind his back, looking both joyful and hard to discern.
Long time, he slowly turned around, his eyes sharp like an eagle, staring intently at the thin woman in front of him, as if trying to see through her: "Who are you really?"
Is she a spy for Li Xiang? Or part of a conspiracy in the Li department?
Although she looked very much alike, in her tone of speech, her style of doing things, and even in some of the things she had done to him and Liu Gui, Li Changyan was certain that Xie Fangli... was already dead.
He had killed her with his own hands.
Six years ago, after being rejected by her that night, Xie Fangli left the palace and was gone for a whole year.
He was extremely anxious and sent countless people to search for her, but in the end, it was Li Xiang who brought her back.
Li Xiang is interested in her... he can tell at a glance.
He saw them riding together, passing in front of him, and his heart sank bit by bit.
She didn't look at him, only smiled gently at Li Xiang. He stood in the crowd with a bitter smile, and in the end, she still chose Li Xiang...
That's why three years ago she risked her life to save Li Xiang.
He had actually already arranged everything, but he miscalculated her.
The arrow he shot was specially made by him, without a tip, only wrapped in wax.
But he still drew the bowstring taut, exerting all his strength, aiming at her heart.
Because he wanted her to hurt.
Just as she has been by Li Xiang's side every day for the past two years, bringing him endless heartache...
Who would have expected that he would mistakenly take the quiver before leaving the house...
Watching the person fall in her line of sight, Li Changyan felt as if the world had lost its color, and all she could see was his blood, staining the palace walls red.
She had always been biased towards Li Xiang, he knew.
Because she wanted Li Xiang to succeed as the emperor, she said she didn't want her beloved to become the emperor. The emperor has three palaces and six courtyards, and she didn't want to share with anyone...
All of this he learned from her diary after her death.
Her diary is written in a strange way, with many words he can't understand, and she even says she's not from this world.
He laughed, "Not from this world? Could she be a celestial maiden from the heavens?"
Yesterday's experiences are like yesterday's death.
Li Fangxie Looking at Li Changyan immersed in painful memories, she smiled gently, tears in her eyes.
Suddenly, a surge of impulse arose, and she stepped forward to gently embrace him.
"It's me, I'm back," six gentle words that made Li Changyan shudder and almost fall.
Li Fangxie She sighed helplessly, unable to thank him for wearing the clothes, and not intending to waste more words on it.
They had missed too much between them. What mattered was not the thanks, but the outcome.
"You said you would only love me if your name was spelled backwards. Now my name is already spelled backwards. Can you love me a little too?" She leaned against his chest, humming softly, as if coquettish, as if complaining.
Li Changyan's hand trembled slightly. Li Fangxie gently held his large hand and pressed it against her chest. "It hurts here."
"Fang Li......" Li Changyan murmured, his hand trembling as he gently stroked her back.
Once, twice.
They all owe each other thanks and forgiveness. But love has never been about not owing each other.
Liu Gui stood under a peach tree not far away, smiling without a trace.
The spring is in full bloom, perfect for admiring flowers, perfect for recitation, perfect for reuniting with long-lost friends.
It is said that love can overcome any distance, no matter how far.
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