Murong Haochen's tender eyes were always looking at her, and his lips slowly came closer.

Seeing this, Ye Yilan reached out and touched his lips: "Since you don't want to tell me, I won't ask."

Hearing this, Murong Haochen's heart ached even more. He had concealed something from her that she didn't know. At this moment, he wanted to tell her the story about this matter, but he still gave up.

He didn't want to worry her about this matter. After all, it had been many years, and looking back, not everyone would be willing to recall the past.

Even for his own mother-in-law, he didn't know how to find out the cause of her illness.

"Lan'er, my grandma has loved me the most since I was little. I can't resist her."

He has always respected the emperor's grandmother. Apart from Ye Yilan, only the emperor's grandmother is his closest relative in this world.

If the mother and concubine were still alive, maybe everything would be different.

She knew all this. However, for some unknown reason, the Empress Dowager hated herself so much.

The hatred bursting out of his eyes was like the hatred from many years ago.

She remembered that the late emperor once talked about her mother. She had cared about it before, but she had never really thought about what happened.

But today, she had to make her suspicious again. But he never gave himself an accurate answer.

Since he doesn't want to tell, he doesn't want to ask either.

Holding his cheeks with both hands, she looked at him with moist eyes: "You must have suffered a lot before."

bitter?

These sufferings were nothing to him. Such sufferings made him realize how sinister the human heart is.

As a prince, his marriage had already been arranged by the imperial power. For Ye Yilan, he could only silently guard her back. His love for her was so deep that everything changed.

When he really had her, he always felt that something was missing?

Heart.

her heart.

He not only wants her person, but also her heart.

He was working hard to fill her heart and always have himself.

His affectionate eyes looked at her so gently. He held her up and hugged her. The love for her in his heart could never be hidden. He wanted to hold her in his arms all the time.

, kissed her softly, and whispered his love words in her ear.

He kissed her lips lightly with hot lips and hugged each other tightly: "If I had expressed my feelings to you earlier, maybe you wouldn't have to avoid me like this."

She smiled slightly, hugged his neck with both hands, and looked at the peach blossoms in front of her. Everything was full of spring.

"I can't escape anymore."

She was completely tied up by him, and she could hide there.

She often asked herself, if she had to do it all over again, who would she choose?

She doesn't know.

At this moment, she couldn't give herself a correct answer. She had a selfish heart towards him, but her selfishness made her hide it deliberately.

She never knew what she cared about him.

Yes, she can't escape at all.

And he still didn't want to let her go.

He pressed close to her cheek and caressed her: "Then don't think about those things. One day the Emperor's grandmother will recognize you."

Recognition?

Murong Haochen, you are really hiding something from me.

There is only a secret hidden between you and me. But you have been hiding it.

Regarding this matter, I am not making trouble unreasonably, but I want the truth.

In the blink of an eye, prosperity blooms and falls several times.

Entangled and entangled, touching the heartstrings.

A piece of peach blossom, no destiny but ups and downs.

A thought of peach blossom brings the fruit of marriage.

Listening to the book of rain, it is difficult to describe the love affairs in the world.

One is due to cause and effect, the other is due to emotion.

Gratitude, right and wrong, reincarnation several times.

On the edge of the lake, the warm wind gently blew past them, and the slight ripples had already turned into a single obsession in their hearts.

Along the way, he hugged Ye Yilan and walked all the way.

The man in his arms secretly glanced at him, who was cold and arrogant, and seemed to see another him in his eyes.

In the past, his eyes had become fierce, like bloodthirsty. His gentle and gentle eyes were enough for her to fall into them and be unable to extricate herself.

Wanyue smiled and said softly to herself: "Why do you like me?"

Hearing those words, he never stopped or hesitated at all. A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, so doting: "Only because I love you."

He frowned and asked: "Love?"

What is your love?

Besides deceiving me, do you have any other intention?

My brother said that you didn't take advantage of the Ye family, so I should trust you, but why am I still extremely uneasy?

Murong Haochen, this secret of mine has been accumulating in my heart, and I have been unable to breathe. But I want to tell you, but I don't want you to know.

Perhaps, I am too guilty.

When she asked about the word love, Murong Haochen couldn't help but smile secretly, and then said with a serious smile: "When you really fall in love with me, you will understand what it means to be unforgettable."

Unforgettable?

Ye Yilan really didn't understand what it meant to be unforgettable. It was a feeling she had never had before.

Presumably, it feels like loving her to the core.

Murong Haochen, I can feel your love for me, but I never understand your heart.

Yin is like a song, full of thoughts.

As the years go by, I feel sad.

Unforgettable and deeply worried.

Love and hate, why?

The gentle breeze blowing outside the window made the curtains flutter.

The candles are brightly lit, and the gurgling lingers with affection.

The two of them were lying on the bed curtain, Murong Haochen's and hers' hands were clasped tightly with their fingers, and they kept stroking them.

The person leaning on his shoulder can feel the calm breathing beside him.

He leaned down, kissed her forehead, and said affectionately: "Tomorrow, I will go with you to pay my respects to the Imperial Grandmother."

"You have thought about everything, but I..."

Everything he did was carefully considered one by one. But she had never really done anything for him. Compared with him, she really felt a little ashamed.

Her worries are his worries.

After all, the imperial grandmother just returned to the palace today and will definitely pay her respects tomorrow.

Before, he exempted her from all greetings, and her women did not need to greet them. As for the imperial grandmother, who was the closest to him, she naturally followed the palace rules and could not avoid it.

Tomorrow, someone will come to report. He knows that Lan'er doesn't know how to face the imperial grandmother, so she naturally wants to move forward with him.

He put her hands into the quilt and looked at her face with careful eyes. That face was extremely pure, and he didn't want any dirty things to tarnish it.

The soft color in her eyes has been spreading around her and cannot be dispersed.

"We are indistinguishable from each other. If you say that again, wouldn't you be a stranger?"

She was snickering secretly, and deliberately suppressed her laughter: "I want to be estranged from the Emperor, so that the Queen Mother will not trouble me."

"Then, how can I let you go?" Murong Haochen's eyes flashed with a hint of evil intent.

As soon as Ye Yilan finished speaking and closed her eyes, she saw him covering herself with the quilt and pressing it heavily.

It was pitch black inside, with not a weak candlelight shining through.

He wrapped one hand around her thin waist and hugged her tightly, teasing in a cold voice: "Don't say these words in the future."

Seeing his serious look, Ye Yilan couldn't help but smile secretly.

Her smile was always in his eyes.
To be continued...