Colored lanterns were hung high in the palace. Under the moonlight, the darkness in the darkness became more colorful.

In the dizzying circle of light, a dazzling light shines out.

Sitting in the main hall, with the tassel hanging down in his hand and the purple jade whistle clenched in his palm, he kept looking at the empty seat with no trace of disappointment in his eyes. He smiled lightly: You still didn't come after all. However,

fair enough.

He lowered his eyes slightly, opened his palms, and gazed at the purple jade whistle with deep affection in his eyes, releasing the endless feeling of affection.

When Xia Muling looked up, she saw that he had been looking at the object in his hand affectionately, but he didn't know what it was, and he was so enamored with it. When he saw the empty seat beside him, that seat belonged to Ye Yilan, he frowned slightly: She didn't come, but you

Do you think of yourself when you see things? Why do you have such a deep obsession with her.

Holding the wine glass tightly in his hand, the bitterness slowly emerged from the corner of his mouth, and a hint of jealousy trembled slightly. He drank it down, and the taste of the wine slowly slid down his throat, as if a dagger was gently slitting his throat.

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Only you can understand the tingling feeling.

The eldest grandson Guanji picked up the wine glass in front of him, looked at his cousin with slightly raised eyes, shook his head helplessly, and sighed: "The banquet is about to start, why is Chen Zhaoyi still here?"

"Empress, maybe Chen Zhaoyi doesn't care about her at all..."

Just as Feng Tingyu was about to continue her words, she saw the emperor's cold and arrogant eyes, piercing her deeply, and subconsciously closed her mouth, not daring to say any more words.

The eldest grandson Guanji saw this and drank the wine in his hand pretending to be calm. Instead, he looked at Feng Tingyu out of the corner of his eye and hummed softly with disdain.

Murong Haoli looked at the three women opposite him and couldn't help but laugh secretly, his eyes also looking at that place.

Playing with the wine glass in his hand, he was thinking deeply in his eyes.

"Today is the emperor's birthday. Why didn't the Ai family see Chen Zhaoyi?" Su Luojin was curious when she heard the whispers of the concubines.

After hearing this, Murong Haochen put away the items in his hands with care, and the affection in his eyes turned into arrogance, and smiled lightly: "Chen Zhaoyi is not feeling well, so I won't let her come."

"The emperor's brother has always doted on the emperor's sister-in-law, so naturally he puts his body first." Murong Haoyu picked up the wine glass and walked forward. "Brother, I wish you a happy birthday, brother."

When Murong Haochen saw him finishing the drink, he couldn't help but worry about him and smiled helplessly.

After Murong Haoli and his mother looked at each other for a while, they stood up and walked forward, bowing and saying: "Today is the birthday of the emperor's brother. I have specially prepared a small gift, and I hope that the emperor will accept it."

"I'm just curious."

Signing Han Yuan to bring it, Murong Haochen opened it and found a drawing. His eyebrows were slightly frowned, so he had to be cautious.

"This is the defense map of the border. I know that the emperor has never been interested in these gold and silver treasures, so I will present them to the emperor."

Defense map?

Is this showing your sincerity?

But this is not the sincerity he wants to see. It is impossible to let yourself be wary of him.

He flicked his sleeves, put it into the wooden box, stared at it and smiled: "Sixth brother is interested."

"Defense map is not a rare thing." He glanced at Sixth Brother and hummed with disdain. He presented the object from the table and said softly: "This is Xiao Yu made of fine colored glaze, my brother.

I know that the emperor likes to play the flute to please Chen Zhaoyi."

"Talking too much." Looking at the youngest brother, he shook his head helplessly, but the Xiao he gave him gave him a boost.

With a coincident smile, all the cold flames dissipated one by one.

It was rare for Su Luojin to see him so happy today. She looked at the two of them standing and said, "Look at the gifts you each sent. The emperor only knows that you are serious. Please sit down quickly. This singing and dancing should have started long ago."

"Yes, Imperial Grandmother."

The moment Murong Haoli turned around, a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

I saw a white long dress with a moire pattern and a stand-up collar, and a long skirt with silver edges that meandered to the ground. Her fragrant sleeves were slightly lifted by the rhythm of walking, and the white gauze was slightly fluttering, as misty as mist, and it was as beautiful as the painting.

You can't help but be fascinated by it.

"I, my concubine, see the emperor, the empress dowager, the empress dowager, and the queen empress."

Everyone's eyes looked at the woman in the palace one by one, but they saw the emperor's figure already standing in front of her, helping her up.

Murong Haochen was really surprised when he saw her appearance, feeling a little happy and a little disappointed...

Feng Tingyu glanced at it, hummed softly impatiently, and muttered in a low voice, for fear of being heard by the emperor: "It's not that you are feeling unwell, why did you suddenly appear?"

He held her hand tightly, without any hesitation, and raised his voice slightly: "You are not well, why did you come here?"

From the moment she entered this moment, she was ready to meet, but she was still uneasy in her heart. She knew that if she did not come to such an occasion, interested people would be suspicious. But when she just saw his eyes, they were full of joy and surprise.

, these intertwined eyes are simply meaningful.

Seeing him caressing her face without hesitation, his doting eyes were deeper than before, and he smiled lightly, alleviating the slight sense of urgency in his heart: "My body is recovering better, today is the emperor's birthday, concubine

You should come, and it would be rude not to come."

I heard that she had a lot of reasons. She smiled helplessly, tickled the tip of her nose teasingly, and said softly: "There's really nothing I can do about you."

When everyone looked at this ambiguous scene, some people were secretly jealous, while others pretended to be calm.

Ye Yilan turned away shyly. His behavior would attract more jealous eyes, and everyone would closely watch every move between them tonight.

Murong Haochen, you forgot tonight...

Seeing the two of them in front of everyone, the eldest grandson Wanyue was so shameless that she deliberately coughed: "Since Chen Zhaoyi is unwell, the emperor will not let Chen Zhaoyi sit down."

Hearing this, Murong Haochen caressed her hair lovingly, held her waist, his eyes were full of her figure, and smiled kindly: "What the Queen Mother said is that I was careless when I was happy for the moment.

Already."

Xia Muling looked at the two of them right in front of her. This scene made her lower her head in shame.

Ye Yilan raised her eyes to look at him, but she could see Murong Haoli in the corner of her eyes, but she couldn't let him notice where her eyes were looking. The two of them looked at each other and immediately smiled at him.

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She could feel his strength holding her tightly in his arms. Seeing his smile today, she always felt that it had a deeper meaning, and every move he made was different from his past.

Seeing him leading her up step by step, she sat next to him and looked up at every move in front of her.

He held his sleeves tightly with uneasy hands, raised his eyes slightly, and saw him sitting calmly, drinking wine alone.

I haven’t seen him for a long time, but he is still like this.

"The queen can sit in that seat, so why..."

As soon as Murong Haochen picked up the wine, he heard a whisper. He put his elbows on the table, looked at the wine in his hand carefully, and said coldly and proudly: "Chen Zhaoyi is not feeling well. Please sit with me. Are you okay?"

What's your opinion?"

Feng Tingyu originally thought that her voice was quiet enough, but she was still heard.

Upon hearing this, the three of them all said, "I have no objection, my concubine."

The corners of Leng Yi's mouth curled up slightly, his handsome eyes looked at the wine glass he was playing with, and he coldly ordered, "Let's get started."

A group of women leisurely followed the music and danced their water sleeves, like waves swaying slightly...

Murong Haochen looked at the singing and dancing in front of him impatiently, put down the wine glass in his hand, and turned around to see her lowering her head. Seeing the situation, he held her hand tightly with great affection, and spoke softly and slowly.

Echoing in my ears: "Does this make you feel at ease?"

When I looked up and saw his gentle eyes, I felt so at ease in his warm hands, it seemed that my nervousness and anxiety slowly dissipated.

She shook her head and wanted to break away from his hand, but he clasped her fingers tightly and placed them on his lap. She said tenderly: "Then don't think about anything and relax."

He heard that he understood what she was afraid and worried about, but he could not control his heart. She already had him, and this kind of love was too full, and she was afraid that it would not be able to fill his love. If this could go on like this, this would

The road will be smooth without any bumps or twists.

Murong Haoli could see her uneasy heart extremely clearly. For some reason, he also felt a slight flutter in his heart.

He glanced at the wine glass in his hand, immediately stood up and said, "Brother, I would like to propose a toast to you first."

Hearing the voice behind him, his eyes were still looking at Ye Yilan, with a slight wave in his eyes. His solemn eyes gradually left, and he smiled lightly and said: "Today, there is no need to be polite."

When Ye Yilan saw that he was about to drink, she moved her hand to stop him.

Seeing this, Murong Haochen turned his head and whispered very softly in her ear: "If I don't drink on such occasions, am I still a man?"

Even if he doesn't like drinking, the show still has to go on.

Ye Yilan couldn't help but smile at his words. She covered her smile with her sleeves and put a hand on his arm.

"Drink less, don't get drunk."

After this warning, Ye Yilan still didn't trust him.

"With you here, I'm afraid I'll get drunk." Seeing her like this, how could he worry her. "Don't worry, I have my own sense of proportion."

Seeing him take a sip, his worry gradually subsided.

As soon as Murong Haochen put down the wine glass in his hand, he looked at him, and after thinking for a while, he slowly said: "Sixth brother, from tomorrow onwards, I will hand over everything in the general camp to you. Don't let me down."

expectations."

After hearing this, Murong Haoli immediately thanked me and said, "Brother, I will definitely live up to the emperor's respect."

He never expected that all this would come back to him. However, Murong Haochen was an extremely thoughtful person, and he was afraid...
To be continued...