Ten miles of peach blossoms, the mountains and rivers send the bright moon.

Flowers are blooming and falling on the street, and music and songs are in full bloom every night.

Flower bones should be fragrant, fragrant and elegant.

The fallen flowers are red and cold to the bone, and life seems like a dream.

Cut the candles at the west window, and don’t complain about the sorrow of separation.

The west wind is turbid and the wine is strong, and I am in ecstasy for the rest of my life.

Love, a feeling of love. It's just love at first sight, what the heart desires.

Fate, a marriage. Meeting in this life will lead to eternal life.

Calamity, a calamity of love. A person's life can never escape the calamity of marriage.

In this life, I don’t know who wants to escape, or one person can never escape from one person’s grasp.

His ambition is nothing but his heart. And the heart he loves most hides a secret from her.

She wanted to never tell this secret and wanted to keep a perfect herself in his heart.

She actually started to care about how he felt about her.

That night, although she lay in his arms, she still stayed up all night. The recent events made her worried and became an obstacle between her and him.

She didn't know how to resolve everything. Looking at him sleeping soundly, she saw that his brows were still furrowed, and she felt full of guilt for him.

And he tried to say, "There is no guilt between us."

Yes, we should not have such thoughts between us.

Murong Haochen, I hope all the promises you made can be fulfilled one by one. The days with you are very comfortable, but there is a hidden uneasiness. That is, there is always a secret in our hearts. Let me not be able to treat you

Give sincerely.

I'm sorry. All the good things you gave me were probably just a dream.

"What, can't sleep?"

Murong Haochen suddenly opened his eyes, which really frightened her. He had always been very sleepy and would not fall asleep easily unless he let go of his grudge.

"I have never fallen asleep."

Stretching out his hand, his fingertips gently slid across his frown, and persuaded him: "You have to go to court tomorrow, so don't worry about me."

Murong Haochen took her hand and kissed it: "I'm afraid that as soon as I open my eyes, you will disappear. I'm afraid."

Afraid of comments? This was the first time she heard him say this.

He has always been so aloof in front of others, always with an iceberg face and unwilling to get close to others.

When she came into contact with herself, she slowly realized that he was occasionally domineering and cold, but he was always gentle, but he just didn't want to say more or explain.

Too many love words make me fall into despair. This scene seems like love in a dream, everything seems so unreal.

Her body slowly went down, buried in his arms and clinging to him. Seeing this, Murong Haochen's lips wandered between her hair, and her eyes were no longer doting, but more tender and sweet. Uneasy

Her hands were gently gesturing on his body. Her sad eyes seemed empty. She smiled with her shallow eyes and said, "Siro, if one day, I am not as beautiful as you thought, will you still be willing to keep me?"

What are you afraid of? If you are used to his pampering, what will happen if one day he no longer pampers you like this?

She didn't know, and she didn't dare to think randomly.

"certainly."

He never hesitated for a moment. No matter what would happen in the future or what she would become, he would always love her. He would not change it because of something. This was his promise to her.

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After hearing this, her heart gradually softened a lot. His words always made her fall.

He gently picked up her restless hand, clasped his fingers with hers, and promised: "Ye Yilan, you are my forever wife."

The word "wife" is not suitable to appear in the palace. After all, the palace is not like the outside of the palace. There is just an additional identity between the two.

But he has always been her king.

And he never belonged to himself.

She nuzzled into his arms and smiled: "Are you leaving again tomorrow?"

They should no longer be so close to each other. She had thought about staying away from him, but the moment she saw him, his love words always made her fall in love. In front of him, she always lost.

Totally.

Hearing this, Murong Haochen hugged her even tighter. His elegant smile spread slightly: "If you can't let go, I can always stay with you."

"I don't dare to offend the Empress Dowager." For his sake, I can no longer let him worry about himself.

"She won't know the secret between you and me." There was a proud smile on the corner of his mouth, as if everything was under his control.

The surroundings seemed a little quieter, and the breathing of the person beside him was extremely gentle. Looking up, I saw that his eyes had been closed long ago, and the frown between his eyebrows had disappeared.

She reached out and touched his forehead with her fingertips again, slowly moved down, tapped the end of his nose, and said softly to herself: "When I left the palace today, didn't you ask me too much about what happened?

?"

Even if you don't want to ask, are you not worried at all?

She snuggled gently against his side, and suddenly, his voice sounded again, holding her hand in her palm. He could always hear the words she said to herself just now. Her gentle breathing sounded like

He was sleeping soundly and seemed to be taking a rest, and said with a smile: "With Xun Yu here, I will naturally feel relieved."

Do you have such complete trust in me as your brother?

For some reason, she could vaguely feel that he was still slightly wary of her. She must have been worried too much.

If so, if the two of them opened their hearts, they wouldn't have so many suspicions.

"What are you thinking about?"

Slowly opening his eyes, he lowered his eyes and looked at her. He kept looking at her with his passionate eyes: "You are what I am thinking about all the time."

Ye Yilan hugged his neck tightly with one hand, and the ripples in her heart made her slowly uneasy: "No matter what happens, you must believe me."

Everything she did was done without second thought.

"I will definitely believe you."

He felt that there was always something strange about her today, but he couldn't put it in words.

Lan'er, no matter what happens, I will definitely take good care of you. All I ask is that you are not allowed to leave me.

Looking at the woman in his arms, he could see through her uneasy mood at a glance. He kept patting her shoulders gently, and his gentle voice came slowly: "Go to sleep."

She closed her eyes and recalled everything in the past in her mind...

The memory is like a scroll, turned over page by page, so clearly imprinted in my mind.

For some reason, her memory stuck on that night of Chinese Valentine's Day. The more she wanted to explore, it seemed that someone was stopping her again.

But who is that person?

It was still dark outside the window, and it was time for him to go back when he woke up. If anyone found out, there was no telling how the imperial grandmother would punish her.

He pulled himself away extremely gently, for fear of disturbing the sleeping person.

He leaned down and kissed her forehead. He did this every day. How could he express his love for her in words?

His love for her almost reached the point of madness. He didn't want to keep his heart, he just wanted to take her heart and put it in his own heart, so that he could keep it.

As soon as Murong Haochen got up, he suddenly stretched out his hands to grab him. He looked at the person on the bed, opened his eyes and looked at him, but his palms refused to let go for a moment.

Seeing the situation, he directly picked her up from the quilt, his affectionate eyes kept surfacing: "Why don't you sleep more today?"

In fact, she never fell asleep that night. She could clearly know when he left. When she opened her eyes, she realized that it was still dark and he would leave early.

When did they become so sneaky between them?

"I want to change your clothes myself."

For a long time, she never allowed herself to change clothes for him. Every morning, when she woke up, he had already left. Unless he stayed with her until the moment she woke up, he would do so.

She is not as attentive as a woman in the palace. Some things are just her own.

After hearing this, he gently put down her body. The moist light in his eyes was always on her body and refused to leave for a moment.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Seeing him looking at her like this, she shyly turned her back and took off the clothes hanging on the hanger.

"I was wondering when Lan'er became so proactive." All her actions made him extremely strange, and he couldn't help but asked doubtfully. "Could it be that she needs something from me?"

"No." After hearing these words, how could he think of himself so much? He warned dissatisfiedly, "No, you have such thoughts."

Seeing her angry look, Murong Haochen couldn't help but smile to himself.

Familiar movements, every detail are so delicate, Qianqian jade hands gently stroked his body.

He raised his eyes slightly, felt a little distressed, and then said: "Can you promise me something? I have never told you about it, but now I want to tell you."

"I don't want to hear it." He had no intention of listening to what she wanted to say. Even though he didn't know what she was going to say, he felt uneasy in his heart.

"Murong Haochen, if you don't want to listen to me anymore, just..." She didn't know what to say for a moment, so she said it angrily, feeling sulky.
To be continued...