The secret message is written in the heart of the pavilion, and the remaining blood is splashed through the heart.

My heart is broken for a long time, and my heartfelt farewell is heartfelt.

If we haven't met each other before, why should we be so sentimental and sad about our relationship?

The clothes on her body were already soaked by the ruthless rain, and the rain flowing over her fingertips was so cool that it made her body tremble.

The tears falling from his eyes have long been covered by the rain and cannot be distinguished.

She knew that everything Murong Haoli said must have the intention of estrangement, but even though there was a slight flaw, some words had to be believed.

I was dubious about his words.

She believed that Murong Haochen would not doubt his past actions easily, and there was still a chill in her heart.

She is his concubine, so she naturally wants to stand with him. How can she disturb her heart just by one person's words?

If he really knew the relationship between them, why would he...

Could it be that he had really been holding back all this time and only wanted to tell him personally?

Murong Haochen, I don’t know how to see through your heart, and I don’t know if I can trick out your words to prove everything Murong Haoli said today. But in front of you, I will always lose. What I fear most is

, all this is true, just like what the late emperor said.

Han Yuan kept watching Zi Ling waiting outside the door, then he went to get an umbrella and walked to her side. He also stared at the figure of the empress, and felt uneasy and worried in his heart: "Zi Ling, this empress has not yet come.

, I'm afraid the emperor will be angry. After all, it's raining very hard tonight."

Her anxious heart made her hide her uneasiness all the time: "Your Majesty is separated from me, and I don't know where to go."

Zi Ling remembered that the emperor once told the empress to go wherever she went, so she went with her. And she did not dare to tell the emperor about this, so she could only wait outside the door, but she never thought that it would rain, and the empress must have got wet in the rain.

With.

He grabbed the umbrella from Han Yuan's hand and as soon as he crossed the threshold, he saw a figure appearing in the rain. He stepped up and walked to the empress. He saw that the empress was soaked all over. The emperor would definitely be angry if he saw it.

"My dear, I have to..."

Originally, she wanted to take the empress back to the Qinlan Palace to change clothes, but she saw the empress walking into the Chenlan Palace without hesitation, as if she was walking with a broken body.

She could only silently hold an umbrella for the empress behind her. After all, the empress was weak and she was afraid of...

When Zi Ling saw that Han Yuan was about to speak, she signaled him not to speak.

Although she didn't know what happened to the empress, seeing her current state, she was afraid that she might have a knot in her heart, but perhaps the emperor could resolve it.

Ye Yilan stood outside the door, and when she slowly reached for the door with her trembling hands, she couldn't help but hesitate in her heart. How could she go to see him now that she was in a very embarrassed state.

Wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, he calmly warned: "Go down."

"Yes, I will leave this slave."

Zi Ling's eyes were still a little reluctant, and she stood there quietly watching her empress enter the house before leaving safely.

As soon as she entered the house, Ye Yilan saw him standing proudly in front of the candlelight. She couldn't see his eyes clearly, but she could feel a sense of pride in his back.

Her slightly squirming lips still refused to call him. Looking at him so quietly, the distance between them was so far.

Murong Haochen looked at the flickering wick of the candle, a hint of gloom flashing in his eyes.

He turned to stare at her with slightly narrowed eyes, walked to her at a faster pace, and held her cheeks with both hands. Seeing her looking so haggard, he secretly twisted his heart. Her whole body was wet, and her eyebrows were frowning, but those eyes

His words were full of pity: "Why are you wet like this?"

He had been waiting for her, but never thought that she would appear in front of him like this.

When he held her hands firmly, they had already been 'eroded' by the rain;.

"My hands are still so cold, I'm going to tell you to go down and prepare them for you..."

Seeing that he was about to leave, Ye Yilan stepped forward and hugged him without any hesitation, hugging him tightly and refusing to let go for a moment. She buried herself deeply in his arms and choked out: "Don't leave."

What she fears most is his leaving, which is the scene she least wants to see.

She didn't know how to relieve her emotions at this moment. Her heart was like a ball of threads that could not be untied. She didn't know what it was that locked her heart tightly. Her eyes were not blinded. It was her own heart that was always blinded.

To her, Murong Haochen could not be separated in her heart, but she never dared to face him.

Don't leave?

At that sound of reluctance, his heart suddenly began to ache. He placed his hands on both sides, and gradually loosened his clenched fists, gently caressing her back, and smiled with his light eyes, but the gentle voice did not

Close to my ear, I heard slowly: "Okay, I won't leave."

Lan'er, will you leave me?

"Someone is coming——"

Han Yuan had been waiting outside the palace. When he heard the emperor's call, he stood outside the door and did not dare to disturb him: "What are your orders, the emperor?"

"Go down and get ready to bathe Chen Zhaoyi." He leaned over and stared at her wet appearance, wondering why he had made himself so embarrassed.

If you really have unsolvable knots in your heart, why bother torturing yourself.

From beginning to end, he would never ask what she had gone through, just because he didn't want to leave any scars in her heart.

"Yes, I will give you the order now."

From the time she was in his arms, she gradually couldn't feel the peace of mind in him. Even if he comforted her on his back, she still didn't feel the same as before. She held his clothes tightly with both hands, and tears streaked down her face involuntarily.

Slip: "Hug me, please?"

After hearing this, Murong Haochen raised his other hand and took her away from his arms. His fingertips gently ran through her wet hair, and he smiled indifferently with only a hint of affection.

"Hurry up and change these clothes. It won't be good if you catch a cold later."

When he was about to hold her hand and go to change clothes, he saw her standing there, but he couldn't help but let go of his hand.

Seeing this, her heart felt a little cold.

Looking at the stagnant hand, she looked up at him with a funny look: "In the past, you would not let go of me. How has it changed today?"

If it were in the past, he would hold her tightly in his arms, how could he let go of his hand.

He once said that he would not let go of himself. Have he forgotten all this? The only trace of tenderness seems to be much calmer.

Murong Haochen, do you have true or false intentions towards me? Can I still truly trust you?

"You never wanted to ask me what happened. I knew you wouldn't ask, but I still said this. In the past, you would be worried, but..."

However, everything seems to have changed.

"Don't doubt my love for you." Seeing that she has been struggling with this matter, I know that she is used to all the peace of mind that she brings, and once it is different from the past, she will become suspicious.

Seeing her embarrassment, he was naturally worried. His heart was stabbed deeply, and he hugged her into his arms. Even though he didn't want to explain too much, he said this because of her wishes: "Your

My body is already weak, if I no longer..."

At this moment, she didn't want to listen to any explanation from him at all. She pushed his body away angrily and said loudly and angrily: "Excuse."

Murong Haochen saw that she had been trying to get away from him, how could she have pushed him away if he hadn't relaxed his strength a little.

It's that 'excuse', but it's really unclear how it could be an excuse. Tonight, she was a bit too extreme.

When Ye Yilan saw that he was about to approach her, she subconsciously avoided it. There was no anger in her eyes, but she felt deeply heartache. She said ridiculously: "You always use excuses to excuse me. You treat me as Ye Yilan."

Is Yilan such a confused person?"

Sometimes she was indeed confused, but she understood everything. His comfort in the past was just an excuse. Now, she was tired of it.

Confused? To him, it wasn't that he was confused, but that he had been hiding it all along, and she just didn't know it.

Seeing that her mood slowly calmed down, he stretched out his hand to touch her cheek but could not avoid it as before. He smiled softly and said calmly: "You said that I have changed, but why do I feel that you have changed tonight and become unreasonable?"

."

"Unreasonable?" I remember he once said to himself, "It's unreasonable." And he said this again today.

How can I not feel resentful in my heart? "Yes, I, Ye Yilan, rely on your love to become like this, which is unreasonable."

Originally, she thought she could feel more comforted by being by his side, but she gradually became alienated.

At this moment, her heart was already in chaos. Whether it was Murong Haoli's words or his behavior, she fell into anxiety.

Hearing this, the smile that couldn't be concealed at the corner of his mouth rose slightly. He looked closely at her face, his doting eyes were always in her sight and he stared at her: "Has the anger subsided?"

Ye Yilan didn't understand more and more. She was angry with him, but he didn't even show any anger at all.

Murong Haochen took off the hairpin from her hair and put it in the palm of her hand. Ye Yilan looked at his actions puzzledly and saw that he was holding the hairpin tightly in his palm, while he was holding her wrist, resisting

Touching his heart, he smiled warmly: "If you still don't feel relieved, take it and stab it here."

The pair of panicked eyes looked at him, and he put down his hand in panic. The hairpin in his hand fell to the ground, and a crisp sound slowly sounded from the ground.

When I saw him smile, even though he was not angry, there was a hint of timidity in his heart.

But just now, she had never thought that he would do this, and her eyes opened slightly with emotion.

Holding those trembling hands, he held her body in his arms with one hand, his lips touched the top of her head and kissed her intimately and deeply, whispering softly in his ear: "What are you afraid of? It's not like you haven't done this before."

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That time, it was just self-defense for her, and she didn't really want to assassinate him. How could she assassinate him again.
To be continued...