The lights are dim, and there is no one to accompany the bright moon in the good night.

Holding the pen and looking into the eyes of love, the peach blossoms dance enchantingly for ten miles.

Dream once, get drunk once.

In an instant, peach blossoms fell all over the ground, and the tragic scene turned into hurt, so there was no need for pity.

The black hair lingers around each other, and the coolness touches who tonight.

A person stands under the peach blossom tree, as if he is used to coming here to watch it every night.

The fragrance of peach blossoms spreads all around, and the breeze blows gently over the fallen petals.

The pink petals were dancing lightly, and she seemed to be in a fairyland, carefree and without any complicated worries.

She likes to look up and close her eyes to feel its fragrance.

What is the purpose of her coming here? To relax?

No, she is escaping.

She didn't know how to face him. After all, she had eavesdropped on their conversation. She wanted to hide her ignorance of the matter, but the distracting thoughts in her heart kept disturbing her.

She couldn't deliberately forget, and the events of that year were still a bit fragmented. After all, the Empress Dowager only talked about them in general. But she actually wanted to hear everything.

Her mother has been away since she was a child, and everything about her is almost blank. She wants to fill in the missing parts. Now, there is only a little bit missing.

When Ye Yilan was about to leave, a voice gradually came from a distance, with a hint of weird laughter.

"Chen Zhaoyi is so elegant."

Zi Ling picked a branch casually, brought it to her, and said enthusiastically: "If you see the peach blossoms in Bei Desert, Chen Zhaoyi will definitely like it."

From the moment Ye Yilan stepped here, he has been paying attention to her every move.

Looking at the peach blossom branches he had picked, he turned sideways in disgust, not wanting to get too entangled with him. He said coldly: "I have no interest in the Northern Desert."

She wanted to leave, but he still stood there extremely calmly, looking at the peach blossom in his hand meaningfully, and broke it severely: "Chen Zhaoyi has been here for so long, why is there no news about the Sixth Prince?

?"

When it comes to him, she really hasn't paid attention to any news about him these days. Since the first letter last year, she has never asked about his news.

With slightly moist eyes, he deliberately made himself smile, and outlined a smile indifferently: "I'm afraid you have found the wrong person, and I can't help you."

He walked to her side with slow steps, stared coldly and arrogantly ahead, and asked: "Let me guess, if the Sixth Prince returns to the palace, if the matter between you is known to the Emperor, Chen Zhaoyi will protect Liu.

Is the prince still trying to protect himself?"

His words kept forcing her, but she didn't know what this man's intentions were. He was also from the Northern Desert, and the ambitions of the Northern Desert people were extremely great in Murong Haochen's eyes, but he kept saying it again and again.

He wanted Murong Haoli to return to the palace, but I don’t know what the relationship was between them.

He held his hand tightly, not wanting to bother him to detect any abnormal expression, and said coldly and unsmilingly, "This matter has nothing to do with you."

"One day, you will beg me."

As soon as I took a step forward, I heard his words.

Although I don’t know what he wants, this day will not come to pass.

A strange smile filled the corner of Zi Ling's mouth, and his meaningful eyes were always looking at her back with concern.

Along the way, she actually had some doubts about his words, which was quite creepy.

Qinlan Palace

As soon as Zi Ling came out of the palace, she saw the emperor appearing behind her. She immediately said, "Slave, please see the emperor."

Murong Haochen glanced at her, pushed the door open, and saw that Ye Yilan was not in the room. He took out the items in his hands with uneasy eyes flashing: "Where is Chen Zhaoyi?"

He replied calmly and calmly: "Your Majesty is taking a bath. I hope the Emperor is waiting here."

After the empress left, she specifically ordered them not to let the emperor come to find her, so they made up a lie at will.

He stepped forward to get a cup of tea, and when he saw the emperor's cold eyes, he immediately avoided it.

He glanced at it and said with a slight smile: "You don't need anyone to serve you?"

"Cai Feng, waiting inside."

"Caifeng is obviously outside, so Chen Zhaoyi must have gone somewhere to relax."

Holding the white jade whistle he gave her in her hand, she must have known everything about today, and maybe that's why she didn't want to see her so much.

When he picked it up today, he realized that she had always kept it on her body.

But he still didn't know her heart.

"Slave..."

Murong Haochen did not blame her, but walked to the courtyard and looked up at the sea of ​​stars.

Caifeng took Zi Ling and asked, "Your Majesty, what's going on? This is the first time I've seen your Majesty so calm in your absence."

Zi Ling shook her head and said, "I wonder when the empress will return."

As soon as Ye Yilan returned to the courtyard, she saw Murong Haochen standing in the courtyard, looking at the two of them, understanding and silently retreating.

Standing behind him, I remembered the conversation between him and the Empress Dowager. The smile that slightly raised at the corner of my mouth was passed away. I didn't know how to face him, so I said coldly: "Why is the emperor here?"

He smiled happily and spread out the white jade whistle in his hand in front of her. His calm eyes were unruffled and the smile on the corner of his mouth had a hint of astringency: "You dropped the gift I gave you, so I came here to return it to you."

"Is this why the emperor came here specifically?" She didn't know what happened to her. She must have left it behind when she was in Zhaoyang Palace. "In that case, the emperor should go back."

After taking it from his hand, he pulled her into his arms, pressed her cheek tightly against hers, and looked at her: "You know, right?"

Ye Yilan could see those soft eyes as soon as she raised her eyes, and there was no gap between them.

"I also know that if your mother-in-law hadn't threatened your life, maybe my mother would not have left the palace." She never thought that they were all people who were teased by fate. "Do you have any hatred?"

"You exchanged my life for your mother's freedom. Where would the hatred come from? Otherwise, I wouldn't have met you."

He never hated it. He was lucky enough to meet her in this life, maybe it was fate. He kissed her forehead affectionately, and the bitter smile contained the bitter taste in his heart: "I don't want to be your royal brother."

Hearing what he said, Ye Yilan couldn't help but snicker secretly and kept restraining herself.

If they were brother and sister, she would also like to have such a brother.

Unfortunately, she has become his concubine.

She could feel the strength of his hands on her waist, but there was no strength at all. She stretched out her hands and looked around his neck, stood on tiptoes, and said in his ear: "Would you like to tell me about your childhood?"

Murong Haochen didn't know that she even knew about this. He was still hesitating. In fact, he didn't want to tell her.

How could she remember her childhood memories so clearly when she was only four years old? At that time, she was really like a piece of glass, and she didn't dare to touch it casually.

Every time he went to Ye's house, he would secretly go to the study to see her. As time passed, he no longer expressed his feelings for her as indulgently as he did when he was a child.

He learned to be restrained and patient, and for her, he has been working hard to become the strongest man in her heart.

At this moment, he did it. He learned how to protect her. The person who belongs to her heart must be a person with both talent and beauty. And he has been immersed in books these years, not letting himself fall behind the lessons left by his master.

Standing in front of her was like meeting her for the first time as a child.

He wanted to hold her in the palm of his hand and keep walking, keep walking...

He held her in his arms, his affectionate eyes never changed: "I just remember my childhood memories."

These beautiful things were buried deep in her past and remained in her mind. Even though she was bruised and bruised, there was still one thought.

Lan'er, if one day you will let me down and leave me bruised and bruised?

Seeing his appearance, she didn't really intend to tell herself. Feeling a little depressed, she leaned on his arms and whispered softly: "Remember what I said about a playmate in my mind?"

"Remember, what happened?"

"But you?"

Murong Haochen smiled and said nothing, that playmate was naturally him.

Seeing him like this, it seems that the boy who has always been deep in the memory is him.

But after that, they didn't interact too much, so why...

Putting her gently on the ground, Murong Haochen knew from her eyes that she had many doubts.

When he hugged her from now on, he looked a little scared in his eyes: "Whenever one day, I am willing to tell you, you can let go of all your worries."

"The emperor's thoughts are really thoughtful."

wait?

Murong Haochen, how long do you want me to wait? This fog has not been cleared for a day, how can you ask me not to doubt you with random thoughts.

"I just went to Taolin again and didn't even tell me."

Watching him take a fallen petal from his hair, he couldn't help but panic.

If so, he would have seen a conversation between himself and the other person just now.

Seeing that she had been thinking for a long time without speaking, the strength in her hands tightened slightly: "Why don't you speak?"

That hint of smile made her keep hiding her truest smile: "After I left today, did the Empress Dowager say anything?"
To be continued...