Tonight, he went to the palace to find her, and found no one, but the people who waited outside the palace did not see the moon coming out, he already guessed a bit.

This month, this person is more than a ghost, they think they have not revealed any flaws, but maybe she has already noticed it.

I waited here immediately and didn't want to wait.

Standing straight, the cloud called to look at Haoyue, the look on his face is a seriousness that has never been seen before.

"Hey, you really gave up your life so much? You don't have Xuanyuan Che, you can't support it tomorrow morning."

"How about that?" Sitting high in the air, looking at a serious cloud call.

Yun Zhao listened to what he said, then how, then how...

Waiting for it, it is the demise of Xuanyuan Che, leaving, is the life and death of Haoyue.

Feeding blood for the moon is Xuanyuan's unwillingness to take care of himself.

The departure of the moon is for the survival of Xuanyuan.

Oh, how much love, how can one hurt the word...

Turning over the horse, Yun Zhao did not say anything, just looking at the moon and said: "Go, I will accompany you."

He couldn’t get such a deep love, he couldn’t make a statement about who was born and who died.

Then let him be a friend, identify her thoughts, accompany her last journey, and let her not be alone, so that the night is not so dark.

Deeply looked at the cloud to summon, the moon's mouth slightly hooked, a whip waved, and the horse ran wildly: "Good, brother."

Brother, this is the first time that Haoyue called his brother.

At the corner of Yun Zhao’s mouth, there was a bitter smile, and the whip was followed up.

The night is like ink, and the black is like water.

The two men flew in a row and walked away from the original Southern Song Imperial Palace.

One night without stopping, straight out for more than two hundred miles.

The darkness of the night is dark, and the dawn is more and more chaste.