Looking at the man sitting in the courtyard, the warm spring breeze shone on his face, and he gently turned over the book in his hand. He, unsmiling, sat here quietly by himself, unable to come forward and disturb him at all.

Once he was deep in thought, his eyes would exude a fascinating look, and he would be deeply attracted to him.

She lowered her eyes to look at the pastries and tea in her hands, and hesitated to take a step to walk to his side.

"come over."

Just when she was hesitating, a voice as gentle as jade called to her.

She slowly walked to his side, put down the pastries and tea in her hands, and saw that his eyes were still looking at every line of words in the book, without looking up at herself.

Walking behind him, she gently rubbed his temples with her slender fingers to relieve his frequent headaches.

Murong Haochen put down the book in his hand, closed his eyes and enjoyed her kneading, which felt a lot more relaxing.

Seeing the situation, she leaned close to his ear, pursed her lips, and asked softly with a hint of joy in the smile on her lips: "When did you realize that I was behind you?"

"No matter where you are, I can feel you."

Slowly opening his eyes, he turned his head and the distance between them was very close.

Ye Yilan saw his lips, and the scene of the two of them kissing this morning flashed in her mind. She subconsciously left his body, pursed her lips, walked to the side shyly and sat down, lowered her eyes and said: "Concubine, please take the place of your Majesty.

We have prepared some pastries, would you like to try them?"

Seeing her shy look, he looked at her with extreme doting in his eyes, stretched out his hand to smooth her hair, and said jokingly: "How about I feed you?"

He raised his eyebrows and raised a smirk, hugged her waist, and stretched the pastry in his mouth towards her lips.

Seeing the situation, she knew that she had no leeway to avoid his nonsense. Feeling uneasy and nervous, she grabbed the corner of his clothes, slowly opened her mouth and bit down the pastry, chewing it carefully in her mouth.

Seeing the smug smile on his face, she gently pushed him away, grabbed her skirt and struggled in her heart, and slowly said, "Can you please stop teasing me like this in the future?"

Stroking her slightly hot cheek, her gentle voice contained a slight warning: "In front of me, you have no right to refuse."

With the evil smile at the corner of his mouth, he wanted to see her angry, so that he could better hold her in his arms and kiss her tenderly.

"Slave, please see the Emperor."

Murong Haochen was about to kiss her cheek, but when Han Yuan came, he coughed pretending to be calm and glanced at him with cold eyes: "What's the matter?"

Seeing his secretly angry look, Ye Yilan couldn't help but find it funny, and raised her sleeves to hide her snickering.

As soon as she raised her eyes, she saw those scrutinizing eyes looking at her, as if they were warning her, so that she didn't dare to snicker secretly anymore.

"Your Majesty, this is a birthday gift from all the ministers of the court to the Emperor. I hope the Emperor will take a look at it."

Han Yuan handed over the book in his hand, and he glanced at it impatiently. He didn't care about these gifts at all.

"Birthday?" Ye Yilan couldn't help but look at him, but saw him looking up at her indifferently.

She has been by his side these past few days, but he hasn't mentioned a word about her.

"As for your Majesty, tomorrow is the Emperor's birthday." As soon as Han Yuan finished speaking, when he saw the Emperor's cold eyes looking towards him, he lowered his head silently, not daring to say a word.

tomorrow?

He actually hid it so deeply.

"Why didn't the emperor tell me?"

"How have you ever really understood me?" He stretched out his hand and held her hand tightly, refusing to let go. He smiled lightly, calmly. "I don't know, it's reasonable."

He never thought of letting her know about this. To him, none of this mattered. He only cared about his feelings for her. If she truly understood, maybe she would be ecstatic in her heart.

'How can I really understand'? It seems like an understatement, but it turns out to be such a desolate heart. Everything he has done is only known to him. No matter how much he asks, he will not tell him.

"But, tomorrow is your birthday, and I haven't even prepared any gifts."

"None of this is important to me." He stroked her face and smiled. "Look, there is something you like in it. If you like it, I will ask Han Yuan to go to the concierge to get it right away."

,for you."

She heard that he didn't care about these things so much that he wanted to give them to her as a gift. How could she agree?

"Concubine, I don't dare."

"You have forgotten what I just said."

She didn't forget that she really didn't have any right to refuse. Everything he did was just to please herself.

Murong Haochen, I don't need these favors at all, do you understand?

Seeing her reluctance, he took a careful look and revealed a joyful smile: "Master gave me the best Liuliyue, so I will give it to you at my own discretion."

Liuliyue?

Just like the moon, crystal clear and made of fine glass.

This glazed moon can always be seen in the study room when I was a child, and it can still emit the light of glazed glass at night.

Today, no matter what gift his father gave him, he gave the gift his father gave him to himself. In this way, he had no intention of rejecting him.

He thinks about everything so thoughtfully, and I really can't refuse this offer.

"Do you still want to reject me this time?"

Regardless of the people around him, he forcefully pulled Ye Yilan into his arms, and that gentle voice melted into her heart.

The hot lips also kissed the corners of her lips gently with gentleness.

Looking into her bewildered eyes, he felt even more pampering.

Ye Yilan looked into his eyes for the first time and couldn't help but lower her eyes shyly: "I don't dare, my concubine."

Seeing her shy look, he let go of her body, glanced at Han Yuan, and said in a slow and lazy voice: "But there is something else you need to report to me."

Seeing this, Ye Yilan picked up the teapot and poured tea for him.

"King Wenxuan returned to the palace today. I wonder if the emperor..."

Han Yuan was interrupted by a scream, and seeing the emperor's panic expression, he expressed condolences.

"ah--"

Seeing her accidentally knocking over the tea cup, Murong Haochen picked up her reddish hands in a panic and said lovingly: "Why are you so careless?"

If she hadn't heard that he had returned to the palace just now, she would not have been so distracted. Instead, she would have been even more flustered.

He pulled his hand away, shook his head calmly and said, "It's okay, just a small injury."

Murong Haochen narrowed his eyes and looked at her withdrawn hand, with a gloomy look in his eyes, but he kept examining her panic expression, and said slowly in a cold voice: "King Wenxuan has not returned to the palace for half a year.

I then issued an order to meet the Queen Mother first before entering the palace, and then I will welcome him back to the palace tomorrow."

"Yes, I will do it right away."

tomorrow?

All this seemed to happen too quickly. She was afraid of seeing him, and wondered if she would still care less after meeting him.

She didn't know that her heart was in a mess at this moment.

"Concubine, go in and give me some medicine."

Murong Haochen wanted to hug her body, but ran away instead. He looked at the hand in the air and sneered involuntarily.

As soon as Ye Yilan walked into the palace and was looking for the medicine box, she later realized that this place was not the Qinlan Palace. She was in a trance and really uneasy. She subconsciously did not stand still but was hugged by him. She only heard

The cold voice came in my ears: "I'll come."

She took out the ointment and applied it to her hands, gently smoothing her burned hands.

His warmth and love far surpassed Murong Haoli's feelings for him, and his love for him was also deeper than his.

The innate familiarity is the beginning of the bond since childhood, but this kind of familiarity seems to have always existed around her.

"Don't be too distracted when doing things in the future. This time you burned your hand, but I don't know where you will get hurt in the future."

Every time she gets hurt, he is the one who gets flustered. He worries about her safety more than anyone else. "Promise me that you won't let yourself get hurt or make me worry in the future, okay?"

She nodded, but he didn't know where the worry in his heart came from.

"If I hadn't heard what Han Yuan said today, wouldn't you have planned to tell me?"

"yes."

Why did she think this was a cold response?

What he did made him feel chilled.

"Have you ever thought about it? Everyone in the harem knows it, but I don't know. Tomorrow they will send congratulatory gifts in person. Have you ever thought about how I feel?"

Murong Haochen, are you not even willing to tell me the truth?

"I don't care about any gifts they gave me. I only care about yours." Holding her tightly in his arms, her words were enough to express her feelings for him, and that was enough. And he only wanted her alone.

"If I don't tell you, that's because I don't need you to prepare gifts for me, and there is no need for such a formality between us."

"But you celebrated my birthday, and I didn't prepare anything." He could remember his birthday, but she didn't even know his preferences, so how could she want to know him.

He thought very carefully every time, but she became the person beside him who he wanted to rely on all the time. It was his love that was too deep that made her unwilling to let go of him.

"No need to prepare." He lowered his affectionate eyes and whispered in his ear. "I will take you to a place tonight."
To be continued...