The lantern shakes the moon, and the face is reflected in the mirror.

Qionghua dreams and smiles, but she is drunk and dreaming happily in her arms.

The fuming wind fills the curtains, and the dream collapses.

We spent a drunken night talking about mulberry trees together, and chanted the fragrance of jade in the tent.

The sun shines brightly in the morning and evening, a long-cherished wish.

I can't stop singing in the dusk at the end of the world, half my life is spent dreaming and half my life resting.

Murong Haochen looked at the person on the bed, with a doting smile on his lips, gently lifted the quilt, lay on his side and pressed closely against her, put his head on her shoulder and rubbed her intimately.

He reached out and hugged that small and delicate body.

"Aren't you awake yet?"

Listening to the gentle words gradually ringing in her ears, she slowly opened her eyes with a hint of sleepiness. She was already conscious when he stood up. She thought he would leave, but unexpectedly she hugged him again.

I smiled and wanted to reach out to touch his hand in my arms. Instead, he held it tightly in his hand and hugged her even tighter.

His lips were always near the ear and never left.

From the moment he hugged her, Murong Haochen noticed that her heart was beating extremely fast, and he smiled happily. He kissed the side of her face carefully, and he felt like he couldn't put it down when he held her in his hands.

He doesn't want to let go.

Seeing that she was awake but silent, I really wanted to know what she was thinking about at this moment.

The tender and affectionate voice sounded slowly again, like crisp glass rubbing against each other, extremely beautiful: "If you still want to sleep for a while, that's okay, it won't waste time."

That sound was like a hypnotic melody, and you could really fall asleep in his arms.

Last night, I don't know if I was too tired, or I fell asleep smelling the elegant fragrance on his body. In short, just listening to his voice in his arms can relieve the tension in my heart.

She raised her eyes slightly, and his eyes were always looking down, never leaving. She turned sideways, hugged him and nestled in her arms. She didn't know how much she really felt for him.

Since she woke up, she has not said a word, but he no longer holds her tightly, gazes affectionately and kisses the top of her head.

"If you don't want to go to the banquet in the evening, I won't force you. I will use the excuse that you are not feeling well, so you can just wait for my return at Chenlan Hall with peace of mind." Those soft eyes became extremely determined, making

One must not think deeply.

Hearing this, Ye Yilan couldn't help but twist her heart. Today, he was supposed to enter the palace to meet the Holy Spirit. In the past, she would have been happy, but now she was panicked and scared.

If you don't go, you can really avoid suspicion, but if you go, you don't know how to face him.

She was overwhelmed by all the choices.

His slow hand gently comforted her back, and he hummed disdainfully: "To be honest, this kind of banquet is just a gimmick and has no meaning. I just want to spend it with you."

With her frowning eyebrows, she could not make up her mind. She closed her eyes, meditated for a while, stood up from his arms, and slowly spoke with squirming lips: "This is your birthday after all, so of course we don't care between you and me.

But what will others think?"

There were a lot of rumors in this palace, and she didn't want to be the target of public criticism in the harem.

After hearing this, Murong Haochen slowly lowered her body, stretched out his hand to caress her cheek, leaned over and kissed her lips carefully, and there was a hint of coldness and arrogance in his words: "As long as I am here, I will let them

shut up."

Shut up?

Do you have to kill them to truly shut up?

She reached out and touched his cold and arrogant eyes, looked at him with a hint of distress, and said softly: "When will you put away the hostility in you."

Violent?

Hearing this, Murong Haochen frowned and looked at her: Could it be that in her eyes, he only had a violent aura? Lan'er, you are not allowed to miss me like this.

Putting down her hand, he stood up with an indifferent back, tilted his head slightly and there was no trace of her in his eyes, and said coldly: "Tonight's banquet is up to you."

Whether she goes or not should be her own decision. He shouldn't make the decision for her. On the contrary, this is...

Ye Yilan saw that he was unhappy this morning. Did those words just now make him like this? Hearing his silent sigh, he had his helplessness, and so did he.

"Happy birthday."

Just as he was about to leave, he was hugged by that delicate body. The words "Happy Birthday" penetrated deeply into his heart, as if something was being reawakened, like Nirvana and rebirth.

He leaned over and looked at the tightly clasped hands, slowly raising an arc, and the cold hostility gradually subsided. He turned around and hugged her affectionately. He held her waist with one hand, and clasped the back of her head with the palm of his other hand.

Her lips were close to her ear and she called out affectionately: "Lan'er."

His heart has been deeply immersed in what he just said. This is the real birthday between them, the real...

With that call, she couldn't resist his love for her, and this love had never been surpassed for her. If she was given time, she would be able to let it go.

Murong Haochen, I'm sorry...

Holding his face with both hands, he stood on tiptoes and kissed him lightly on the lips. He smiled and said, "Promise me, you won't lose your temper today."

"Okay." His doting eyes were still looking at her, and she couldn't get enough of it. He put down her body, for fear that she would feel uncomfortable if she stood on tiptoe for too long.

Standing outside the door, Han Yuan was debating whether he should push the door open or not, but when he thought of the emperor's cold eyes, he was filled with fear. He had no choice but to shout outside the door: "Your Majesty, it's getting late."

Hearing Han Yuan's shout, he couldn't help but frown, feeling a little impatient.

He held her waist with one hand, while the other hand moved her hair slowly down, and his fingertips slowly traced her neck.

Ye Yilan saw him taking the inch of skin on her neck into his mouth and sucking it non-stop.

"Whatever you do, don't waste time."

He occupied it for a long time, and when he saw the trace of lips on his neck, he couldn't help but reveal a satisfied smile.

Ye Yilan covered the place where he kissed, and when she saw his smile, she knew that there would be a faint feeling left there, and she lowered her eyes shyly.

"From now on, Ye Yilan only belongs to Murong Haochen."

These words made her raise her eyes and saw a strong possessiveness in his eyes, and a warning in his words.

Her heart twisted secretly, this 'warning' sounded a bit timid, and she didn't know where it came from.

His figure gradually left, and she was extremely uneasy today, maybe she was going to see that person.

Sitting on the bed, my uneasy heart would not be relieved for a long time.

Murong Haoli stood in the main hall, looking at the high chair in front of him. Imagine that he had been stepped on by him before and could not stand up, but now he was Emperor Xuan Zhao.

When he came out of the palace, when he saw Murong Haoli looking at the dragon chair in front of him, his eyes gradually became dark, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised in a chuckle.

Murong Haoli heard the footsteps slowly approaching him, turned around to see what was going on, and immediately knelt on the ground to say: "Brother, please see your Majesty, long live my emperor."

"Get up."

Murong Haochen glanced at him, then turned to look at the dragon chair. Everyone was indeed thinking about it, but he never cared about it, but there were people who wanted to kill him, so they cared about this dragon chair.

When he sat on the dragon throne in front of him, he was the real king at that moment.

Murong Haoli raised his eyes slightly and saw him sitting on the dragon chair, still smiling slightly, but he already felt hatred in his heart: Originally, this throne belongs to me, not you, Murong Haochen.

Those pair of gloomy eyes examined him, and a cold and arrogant voice slowly sounded: "Sixth brother, I haven't seen you for a long time, but you are much calmer than before. It seems that my father has a certain reason for letting you go to the border to train."

Hearing this, I chuckled secretly in my heart.

"On the day my father passed away, I was unable to take a look at him, and I felt very regretful."

Pity?

Murong Haochen looked at him intently. He actually regretted something?

Standing straight and staring at him arrogantly, an indifferent voice sounded out without a smile, and said coldly: "I'm afraid, this regret is just for you, there must be many, not just my father."

"Brother Huang always likes to hide his words, but it's hard to grasp the words in them."

He didn't know what Murong Haochen meant by these words. If they were just a cliché, wouldn't they be playing into his own hands? His words were never guessable, it could be said to be a game within a game.

Murong Haoli lowered his eyes and played with the purple jade whistle in his hand, and couldn't help but raise an affectionate smile on his lips: "There are some things that I know in my heart, so why should I let others say them out of my mouth? Isn't it a loss of face?"

"What the emperor said is that it seems that I still need to give the emperor a little more advice." He bowed his hands and looked up to see that he had been playing with the items in his hands. The smile on his mouth was clearly emotional.

"Guidance is unnecessary." He put his hand aside, his affectionate smile gradually dimmed, and said sternly, "This time in the palace, I must be very unfamiliar with some things."

rusty?

Since returning to the palace yesterday, everything has indeed changed. He smiled helplessly, and he would not have thought that Murong Haochen was extremely fond of Ye Yilan.

Ye Yilan, we haven’t seen you for half a year, have you changed your mind?

He sighed and said, "Yes, things are different and people are different."

Han Yuan handed over the tea, and Murong Haochen made an invitation gesture and asked him to sit down.

Murong Haochen picked up the tea cup and smelled the fragrance of tea entering his nose. The faint fragrance lingered in his nose and never dissipated.

"Sixth brother, I'm still used to drinking this tea."

As soon as Murong Haoli smelled the aroma of tea, he frowned and took a sip of tea, but it was not like he usually drank. With a slight doubt, he asked: "Brother Emperor, I haven't seen him for half a year, my preference for this tea has changed."

Already."

"If Chen Zhaoyi hadn't made this tea for me one time, I wouldn't have known about the subtle and elegant fragrance of this tea, but it can make people feel comfortable."

This was her favorite tea. At first he didn't like to drink it, but gradually the taste followed her preferences. Instead, he became even more fond of this tea, as if she was by his side.

Chen Zhaoyi?

Ye Yilan, it seems that his love for you is nothing more than this.

Putting down the tea in his hand, he smiled lightly: "It seems that Chen Zhaoyi is deeply loved by the emperor."

The smile at the corner of his mouth could not hide his love for her: "Maybe it's fate."

fate?

For Murong Haoli, the word fate cannot last forever.
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