Time has covered my brows with frost and snow, and my love for the epiphyllum has fallen into the world of mortals.

The moon sets and the shadows form a pair, and there is no Bodhi Buddha to save the sorrow.

The flowers beside the alpinia tree grow quietly in the evening, and I study old dreams in a new ink scroll.

Smoke surrounded the people in the bath. She was leaning against the wall of the pool, her thoughtful eyes staring at the petals in her hands.

After a leisurely day, the two shadows form a pair.

There has been a vague uneasiness in her mind, fearing that some things are not as simple as she thought. Even what he said this morning, she always felt that he said it deliberately.

But what is she doubting?

If it was true, if he really told Xia Qianyi about this, it would betray him. Perhaps, he was testing it?

The lingering thoughts were lingering around her and she didn't know what she was doing wrong. Maybe she thought too much about some things and disturbed her mood.

If so, if we calm down this matter, we won't have such a headache.

Her wet body stood up from the pool, turned around and looked around. She remembered that as soon as she took a bath, he would appear behind her.

Every time I see him, I can't help but feel panicked. But now, my heart suddenly relaxes a little, and I still think about him.

Throughout the whole day, he had been busy reviewing the memorials and did not dare to disturb him for even a moment, so how could he expect him to come.

The water flowing down her body slowly fell from every part of her skin and dripped onto the ground.

Taking off the clothes on the hanger, she was dressed in pure white that set off her snow-like skin. The smile on her lips was like the joy of spring.

One by one, he opened the gauze curtains in front of him and looked at the back figure in amazement, standing in front of him.

Except for him, no one can come in and out at will.

Hearing the movement behind him, Murong Haochen turned around and stared at her. There were still water droplets in the scattered hair, flowing in her clothes.

Seeing him reaching out to touch his cheek, he held his hand tightly and asked, "Are you here all the time?"

"Seeing that you have been coming, I will wait for you here."

He thought about going in to see her, but he still stood here. If she hadn't been gone for so long, why would he be so worried about coming? Seeing that she was fine, he felt relieved.

He walked up to her and clasped the back of her head with one hand. A proud smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, deliberately joking: "You have been washing for so long, you just want the fragrance to remain on your body, but you want to keep me?"

He leaned close to her ear and smelled the faint fragrance of flowers on her neck. The fragrance stayed in her body fragrance and never dissipated.

Hearing that he was teasing himself like this, he smiled helplessly to himself. He leaned forward into his arms, snuggled tightly, and whispered softly: "Why don't you go in?"

Murong Haochen couldn't help but secretly smile at the corner of his mouth, his lips wandered between her hair, and he said jokingly: "What, you want me to be with you?"

Hearing this, Ye Yilan suddenly stood up from his arms and hesitated to speak. Just as she was about to speak, her body was held horizontally in his arms.

Seeing this, she shyly hid in his arms, grabbed his collar and moved around uneasily, asking urgently: "What are you doing? Put me down quickly."

lay down?

He kept looking at the slightly blown gauze curtain in front of him, then lowered his eyes to look at the person in his arms, raised his eyebrows and said jokingly: "Since you are so willing to let me in, I don't mind you taking a bath with me right now."

"

"Haochen, you..."

I knew he was teasing me, but I still felt uneasy. Every time he did this, I felt a little bit at a loss. I couldn't explain why.

"I'm afraid you'll be angry, so I won't go in." He was just teasing her and didn't really want to take a bath with her today. If he didn't care about her feelings, he wouldn't have done so. He sighed and felt relieved. "I

Now I can carry you back to the palace, do you feel at ease?"

Murong Haochen could sense that she was particularly uneasy today, but she couldn't explain how uneasy she was.

He told everything, but he just wanted her to know one thing.

Not only did he want to eradicate the remnants of Murong Haoli's party, but he would also not let go of the Changsun family. All he wanted to give her was a high-ranking position.

The promise between them will definitely be fulfilled.

Ye Yi buried herself deeply in his arms, clutching his collar tightly and refusing to let go.

It wasn't until he put himself on the bed that he raised his eyes slightly and stared. Those tender eyes made her look away shyly, pursed her lips, and a trembling voice slowly came: "Look.

What are you doing to me? Is there something on your face?"

Seeing her shy look, he couldn't help but lean down and kiss her lips. His lips lingered beside her ears, and his numb breath blew into her ears: "In your eyes, what kind of person am I?"

?"

You can feel his breath spreading all over your body, and your tense heart begins to feel numb again. For some reason, every time he does this, your heart starts to throb involuntarily.

When Murong Haochen saw her rosy cheeks, the corners of her loving lips were slightly raised.

Seeing him getting up, she took off her shoes and hung her clothes neatly on the hangers. The gauze curtain slid slowly, and his body was lying beside her. When he turned around, he reached out his hand.

When untying her clothes, Ye Yilan sat up and unbuttoned her clothes on her own.

Ye Yilan turned around and saw that he had been watching, tightly holding the clothes he had taken off in his arms. He, on the other hand, smiled and hugged her into his arms without saying a word, and the clothes in his hands were thrown out by him.

He held her chin, looked at her with loving eyes, and whispered in her ear: "You don't say it, but you are afraid of me and don't want to say it?"

"It's just that I don't know how to say it?"

She knew why he asked what he said. It was just because what she said this morning made him so worried.

Even she herself sometimes couldn't tell what kind of person he was.

Don't know what to say?

Lan'er, in your eyes I must be a scheming person? Or am I what you call alienated?

From this moment on, I just want to know how you miss me.

"Tonight, the whole time is yours, and I will always be by your side."

The two of them cuddled tightly against each other, and they could feel each other's heartbeat.

"Actually, our ideas are completely opposite to each other. Sometimes I misunderstand you, and when I know the truth, I already regret it." She leaned closely into his arms, raised her eyes to look at him, and said to him

I'm sorry. "Just like Han Xin's marriage. Regarding this matter, I understand your purpose of doing this, and I'm sorry."

She herself felt guilty towards him, and now she wished she could let go of everything completely.

She didn't know why she still had some affection for Murong Haoli, but where did this affection come from?

She didn't know, she never had any answers.

Hearing her words, he smiled happily in his heart. He only wanted her to have no doubts about him, and he didn't care about the rest.

One person for life.

This is her wish, and he will definitely fulfill it.

In this life, there is only one person named Ye Yilan.

He pecked her lips, kissed her deeply and said, "I'm sorry, I can only say this. All this has never been your fault, it's all my fault."

Lan'er, I know you must be confused, but none of this is important. I only care about the heart between us, and that's enough.

Ye Yilan looked at him with a hint of worry in her eyes. Even if it was short-lived, she could tell that everything he said was so true.

"From now on, don't endure it alone anymore."

Hearing this, sparkling tears appeared vaguely in his eyes. He slowly put her body into the quilt and whispered in her ear extremely intimately: "Okay, I will listen to everything you say."

"

She didn't know how many times she heard this sentence, but he never really took it to heart.

Murong Haochen, I want to share some of my burdens with you instead of letting you bear everything I have.

In the quiet palace, only one candlelight illuminated one person, and the person under the candlelight reviewed the memorial in his hand very seriously.

As early as when she was sleeping, he pulled away from her.

The person on the bed frowned slightly. When he moved sideways, the person leaning on him seemed to be no longer there. When he slowly opened his eyes, he looked to his side in despair. The already cold scene had no residual warmth from him.

Looking at the candlelight outside the gauze curtain, he opened it doubtfully. It was so late at night, and he was actually busy reviewing the memorial.

Seeing that the clothes on the ground had already been hung up by him, he put any piece of clothing on his body, walked gently to his side, sat down with him and polished ink for him himself.

After realizing it for a while, he slowly came to his senses, put down the pen in his hand and stared at her affectionately.

"I can't sleep anyway. I'll help you grind ink, so don't drive me away."

Murong Haochen watched her keep grinding, then reached out to grab her, put it to her ear, and whispered: "Have you forgotten, you can't grind the ink for too long."

"I..."

For a moment, she hesitated to speak but didn't know how to speak. She wanted to stay with him, but these words...

"If you really can't sleep, help me read the memorial together. If you have any questions, let me know."

Ye Yilan saw him taking a memorial and placing it in front of her. She lowered her eyes and said, "How could I break the rules?"

"Except for you and me, no one knows here." He held her waist in his arms, seeing her looking so worried, and raised a helpless smile at the corner of his mouth. "You are the one bestowed by the emperor."

You are a talented woman, don't let your talent go to waste."

He had only heard her write poems, but he had never really seen her intelligence.

Looking at the memorial in front of her, she instinctively wanted to refuse, but she was held tightly by his hand, knowing that she could not refuse. She leaned on his shoulder gently and said softly: "You have really liked me since I was a child.

I, it’s better to grow up slowly and then treat me..."

Halfway through his words, he saw his eyes starting to look at her intently, and subconsciously he did not dare to say another word.

"Are you still suspicious of my feelings for you?"

Holding her chin, he kept looking at her with loving eyes.

"I'd better help you read the memorial."
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