Chapter 1158: Takuya, goodbye! (3)

Yuyao raised his hand and wiped his tears in a mess, muttering: "The emperor -"
Tuoba nodded at her, then raised a hand and reached in front of her: "Take you back to the palace~"
Yuyao lowered his head and looked at the wide, white palm of his hand, inviting himself.
There were tears in her eyes, she looked up indefinitely and took a look at Tuoba, and the eyes of the man in front of him were extremely pious and serious.
Yuyao then smiled and never said anything more. He just repeated the same movements as him, raised his arm and placed his petite palm on his big palm.
Then, he and her, ten fingers clasped, so tightly held together.
The setting sun gradually fell, and after the gates of the capital, a shadow was cast.
Only the shadows of the two people who were far away were pulled long and long, as if they were side by side.
Tuoba turned his head and looked up at the direction of the Wangfu House for the last time. His waist, hanging, is still the other half of the jade that gave the money blossoming, but symbolizes the dear!
Money blossoming, goodbye ~ Tuoba, goodbye~
(PS: Written here, Xiao Tuo is also a perfect ending. As for Ah San, I really didn't think how to do it~ Do you have an idea?)
Duoer dividing line
In the Longhua Hall of the Nanxun Palace -
Long Yu Tian stood in front of the window and looked at the fascinating abstract painting hanging on the wall.
There was a sunset light on his back, not only did not add a gentle atmosphere to this man, but it appeared his long figure, more desolate.
The green jade scorpion clasped in the hand, the gloss has been slightly dimmed, the old look is enough to prove that in countless nights, it has been touched thousands of times.
At this time, Fuzi also came out from the royal palace. The first thing was to return to Long Yutian.
He stood quietly at the door of the palace, watching the emperor's eyes staring straight at the painting, motionless in a daze.
Fortunately, Fuzi was still strange. There were so many imperial painters in the palace that Long Yutian didn't bother to look at it. He had a special liking for the portrait of this deputy painting that was hit into the eighteen layers of hell.
Even once, when a palace lady cleaned the palace, she accidentally touched the portrait, and on the spot she was dragged down by Long Yutian to make a big 30.
At that time, Fuzi knew that this portrait was a self-portrait of Long Yutian's painting, which was called "The Death of Long Jia A San".
Unexpectedly, this has become a treasure that the emperor cannot touch.
Fuzi sighed slightly and hesitated to go in. Longyutian heard his sigh and took the lead to go back to God. He turned his head and asked a little: "How is it going?"

Fuzi was too blue to dodge, so he went to the scalp and went forward carefully. He returned cautiously: "The emperor of the emperor, your will has been read out in the royal palace, and you can feel the prosperity of your grandfather." Grateful to Dade!"
Long Yu Tian sighed, his eyes looked at the painting again. After a while, he then asked: "Duo? How is she? I didn't congratulate her on her wedding, she is not angry. ?"