颠簸的马车载着忐忑凄凉的王婉容,奔赴一个不知结局的未来。她瘫软在车上,面容憔悴,本是潋滟动人的眸子也落满银霜。意识蒙眬间,如刀冷风掀起车帘,送来袭人寒意。她搂紧肩膀,轻叹一声,寒意料峭的风裹挟着昔日旧事,似江水泛滥般席卷而来。她仍记得与赵佶初见时他眼中的那抹惊艳和欣赏,而她也就此沉沦在那样深情的目光里。那日碧空如洗,绿意含烟,瞧着满园的姹紫嫣红,王婉容不由玩心大起,即刻折下一枝花簪于发上,旋步 Bumpy wagon carrying 忐 忑 desolate Wang Wanrong, went to an unknown outcome of the future. She was limp in the car, gaunt, this is a moving eye also covered with silver cream. Awareness between Mongolia, a knife cold wind set off the curtain, sent a chill. She hugged her shoulder, sighing, chilling wind clinging to the old past, swept across the river like floods. She still remembers the stunning and appreciation of Nama in his eyes as she saw Zhao Zhaotu, and she fell in that affectionate gaze. Blue sky that day, wash, green smoke, looking at the colorful garden, Wang Wanrong not play heart great deal, immediately cut off a hairpin in the hair, Gyoburn