In the scattered crowd, she was extremely confused, as if she didn't know the way back. She stood there and looked at everything around her, which was both familiar and unfamiliar.

She raised her eyes and stared, and unknowingly she walked to Ye Mansion. She looked around and then stepped forward safely.

"Who are you?"

Seeing that they had blocked him from the door, he took off the hair tie at the end of his hair, and his hair fell slowly.

Seeing this, he knelt down on one knee and apologized: "I don't know that Miss is here, but I hope that I can forgive you."

"Get up." He looked at the courtyard of the mansion and pondered for a long time before speaking slowly. "Ask the housekeeper to come see me."

"Yes." Hearing this, he immediately ran in.

As soon as Ye An heard that the lady was back, he didn't dare to delay for a moment. He stepped forward to say hello: "Greetings to the lady."

Seeing him like this, he stepped forward, lifted him up and pulled him aside, and asked softly: "Uncle Ye, is father at home?"

"The master has just returned from the palace." He couldn't help but look at this outfit and asked in confusion. "Miss, this outfit, is..."

She had been delayed for some time and had no time to explain to Ye An: "Prepare a carriage for me. I am going to Qing'en Temple. You must not tell anyone about my leaving the palace."

"Miss, you'd better go into the house and change some clothes. I'll go prepare the carriage for you."

She followed Ye An to the backyard, where she remembered that this was the path Nian Qing took to secretly take her back home.

When I thought of this, I snickered inexplicably.

Looking at the white magnolia in front of her room, it seems that all the memories about this place have emerged, and this place has become her memory.

After entering the room, she casually picked up a piece of clothing and put it on. White magnolia flowers bloomed on her body like life.

Standing in the corridor, Ye Yilan wanted to go and visit her father secretly, but she stopped after taking a few steps. She was afraid that if she went further, she would not be able to bear it anymore.

She had been trying hard to control the tears in her eyes. She couldn't help but look up and let all the pain return to her heart.

She turned around without hesitation and saw the carriage that had been prepared outside the backyard. At that moment, she actually asked herself: Are you really going to Qingen Temple?

If she first entered the palace, she would find an opportunity to leave here.

"Miss, although Uncle Ye, I don't know why you did this? But I have arranged everything, so don't worry."

"Thank you, Uncle Ye." Fortunately, Ye An is not a person who asks too many questions, and she doesn't need to explain too much.

The smile on her lips contained so much thoughts that even she herself didn't understand what she was doing.

As soon as Ye Yilan got on the carriage, she couldn't help but feel anxious. She was never alone and went out hiding everyone. She opened the curtain and watched Ye Mansion disappear from her sight little by little. Her eyes were filled with moisture.

Through tears, he whispered softly: "Dad, I forgive my daughter for not being able to see me today. My daughter just wants to meditate alone in Qing'en Temple and doesn't want anyone to disturb her. I hope you can understand your daughter."

In Ye Yilan's mind, she kept thinking about Murong Haochen's order to kill those innocent palace maids. How could he, a gentle and elegant person who had read poetry and books, become so cruel?

Murong Haochen, have you ever changed?

If the playmate who appeared when I was a child was really you, why did you never appear in front of me later?

The curtain in my hand was gently lowered, the breeze blew gently, and a green leaf danced lightly on the ground.

"Miss, Qing'en Temple has arrived."

Upon hearing this, Ye Yilan opened the curtain, and the sound of the temple bells lingered throughout the Qing'en Temple, with plumes of smoke enshrining the person they believed in the most.

"You guys go back first."

"Miss, don't you plan to go back home?" It takes at least half an hour to get to Ye Mansion from here. If you go on foot, it will probably be longer.

As servants of the Ye family, they cannot let anything happen to the young lady. Just now, the housekeeper ordered that the young lady be sent back safely, but now...

"You don't need to know about this."

Ye Yilan didn't say much, and stepped forward holding her skirt and mattress.

The two of them stood there and watched the young lady leaving, and had no choice but to leave immediately.

There was only one person worshiping devoutly in the Buddhist temple. This was the first time that the Buddhist temple was so quiet.

She didn't dare to come forward and disturb the young master, so she had to kneel behind him alone, folded her hands, and prayed devoutly.

The moment I closed my eyes, the pictures that appeared in my mind were like scrolls, turning over page after page. I frowned, unable to calm myself down.

She slowly opened her eyes, kowtowed to the Buddha three times, and prayed silently in her heart: Everyone has love, why is my love so painful? Buddha, would you like to find the person in my heart for me?

She knew that all this was impossible, but she still chose to believe it.

When she turned to leave, the man also stood up, but inadvertently saw the embroidered handkerchief falling on the ground. He looked at the woman in front of him, picked up the item, walked to her, and handed it back to her: "This lady

, your stuff fell."

With his frowning eyebrows, he kept staring at this piece of clothing, which seemed extremely familiar. Especially the orchid on his body.

When Ye Yilan saw that her embroidered handkerchief was in his hand, she immediately took it back, leaned forward and said, "Thank you so much, young master."

When she raised her eyes, the slight smile at the corner of her mouth gradually disappeared, and her panicked eyes were slightly timid: How could it be him?

She originally thought she could return to the palace quietly, but unexpectedly she met him here.

Murong Haochen was really surprised by her appearance.

When he saw her running past him in a panic, he couldn't catch her body at that moment.

"Lan'er——" No matter how much Ye Yilan ran, she couldn't escape. He pulled her body over and breathed calmly, without any gasping sound.

"Who brought you out of the palace? But, Xun Yu?"

Ye Yilan originally thought he would be angry when he saw her leaving the palace, but she saw Jingruo Zhishui in his eyes.

"If it were my brother, wouldn't you already know it?" She shook her head and looked at his hands. His blood-stained appearance appeared in her mind, and she pushed him away in fear: "Don't touch me.

."

Murong Haochen looked at her in confusion, and he looked at her quietly like this. Her eyes were so scared. He didn't know what happened to make her afraid of him again. He wanted to reach out and hug him

He held her body, and after thinking for a while, he slowly put his hand down.

"Last night, we weren't..."

Last night, everything was so beautiful. On the contrary, things have changed today. Murong Haochen looked at her and wanted to hold her in his arms. But she looked so scared that he was helpless.

"Your hands are covered with the lives of so many innocent people. Even if you didn't remove them with your own hands, don't you feel cruel?" She couldn't imagine that the man who held her in his arms every day could be such a person.

.All her beauty seems to have been annihilated.

Looking at his hands, he couldn't help but smile mockingly.

Cruel? This is not too cruel to him. Her heart is too simple, and she has never experienced how a person goes from being rejected by others to reaching the highest position step by step. She has never understood it, and he will not understand it either.

Explain more.

"If you don't kill them, how many people in the harem will be talking about you behind your back?" When he heard about it early in the morning, he assassinated those people in order to stop the rumors.

She originally thought that she could hide this matter and the secret would always be revealed, but it was just earlier. This made her think that she was cruel.

After hearing this, Ye Yilan stepped forward and put her hand on his lips, looking at him with worried eyes: "In the Buddhist Holy Land, you are not allowed to say the word 'kill'."

She had only seen Murong Haochen killing gangsters, but what she cared about was that those people were innocent after all. She knew that all this was for herself, but she still couldn't let go of the hurdle in her heart.

Just as she was putting her hand down, he held her wrist tightly and slammed into his heart. She could feel the force of that blow and how painful it must be.

"Lan'er, anyone can say that I'm cruel, but you can't. Because I love you, I want to give you enough beautiful things, and I don't want to kill your kindness to me because of this. You never know, those thoughts

Those who want to put you to death will never be merciful. Only when you are cruel to them will they respect you."

He had never spoken this sentence before, but today he told her what was in his heart without hesitation, just to prevent her from seeing him in a different light in the future.

He is not a person who is good at explaining. For him, they don't need too many explanations, they just understand each other.

After Ye Yilan heard what he said, she understood in her heart that his temperament might be related to his childhood experience. He was aloof and arrogant, and no one had ever been able to come into his life.

Reaching out to smooth his tightened eyebrows, he said that he could only let down his guard in front of himself. Could it be that he had forgotten?

"For me, does it matter?"

Seeing that her hands always liked to wander between his eyebrows, he put her hands firmly on his waist. At that moment, he finally hugged her. Kissing her forehead, everything seemed to become comfortable.

"I have never regretted anything I have done, and I am not allowed to ask this stupid question again." With these words in her ears, she could only say them and listen to them alone.

The two of them were so close in the temple, which made her a little uncomfortable. Listening carefully to his heartbeat, she could faintly feel that his heartbeat was also rising and falling.

Looking up at the cold and arrogant man, I always felt that his abnormality today made me feel a little empty. I couldn't help but ask: "Then you won't be angry when I leave the palace. If it were before, you would have..."

Ye Yilan didn't dare to say any more, and her eyes moved around.

Hearing this, the smile that couldn't be concealed at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were still affectionate: "That's in the palace, not outside the palace."

In the palace, he has always suppressed her as the emperor. Outside the palace, he can make himself love her infinitely.

"The you outside the palace is the most real you?" Seeing him nod, she felt a little relieved. It turned out that there were times when he couldn't help himself.

I was a little curious about his appearance in Qing'en Temple: "Why did you appear here today?"

"**, the person I care about most." Although the person he cares about most is not around, it is enough for him to find the person he cares about most in his life. He released her from his arms and looked at her carefully.

"You secretly left the palace, presumably to relieve the worries in your heart."

"What do you care about most about people?"
To be continued...