The long night of music, singing and weeping, a flute song and good words.

When you enter the world of mortals in your dream, where will you go? How can you not see the other side?

The fine dust is stained with strong emotions, and a love poem overflows the page.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the person who was still sleeping soundly in her arms. Although she didn't speak last night, her crying made all the grievances in her heart come out one by one.

From beginning to end, he would never wrong her. But last night, he blamed himself for a long time.

Leaning down to kiss the tears in the corners of her eyes, she looked like this, how could she not make people feel distressed. If she had been softer that day, maybe she wouldn't have become like this.

He gently put her body down. At that moment, he didn't want to leave her like this. He didn't know if his heart softened after crying last night? But was it still the same Ye Yilan before?

"Your Majesty, are you leaving?"

Murong Haochen watched her holding his hand tightly, just as she did that night, refusing to let him go.

Lan'er, are you afraid that I will leave? Is your heart coming back?

Seeing that she was about to sit up, he quickly helped her up. Her body was so weak, and she was really afraid of what would happen in the future...

Ye Yilan's hand never let go. In fact, he was conscious enough at the moment of the kiss, but she never thought that he was going to leave.

Even if they are cruel, they can't let go of this feeling. In fact, sometimes their temperaments are quite similar, the same stubbornness, the same unwillingness to admit defeat.

He reached out and stroked her cheek, but his eyes were filled with affection. He pretended to sigh and said, "I'm just afraid that some people don't want to see me."

"I..."

Seeing her anxious look, he couldn't help but feel ecstatic. Only in this way could he truly see her clearly.

Before she could finish her words, her heart could not control herself and she moved forward to cover her delicate lips. In that kiss, he kissed her very delicately, sucking in everything about her bit by bit.

When Ye Yilan saw him closing his eyes, his eyes suddenly shone with strong lust. He kissed her, and it never changed from beginning to end. It was still so gentle.

The hand slowly reached out to caress his cheek, and everything was controlled by him alone. The kiss became more and more intense, biting his lips carefully, and pecking at his neck very familiarly.

It's so strong, maybe it's the feelings that have been accumulated for many days.

This light bite is far more painful than the wounds on the body.

Murong Haochen finally let go after a long time, and leaned against his ear. Looking at the blushing side face, he couldn't help but raise an affectionate smile at the corner of his mouth: "I love you."

I haven't heard this "I love you" for so long. There was no lie in his words.

He loves himself more than anyone else.

Gradually let go of the hand holding his arm. Although he said that he was still Chen Zhaoyi, but in the eyes of outsiders, he was a slave. No matter what, he still needed to keep a distance from his identity.

For good.

Seeing her silence, Murong Haochen wrapped the quilt tightly around her. Fortunately, he didn't have a fever after being splashed with water that day. This delicate body was really worried for her.

He held her hands tightly and asked with a very worried look: "What, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"It's getting late, isn't your Majesty leaving yet?"

When she turned her head away, it wasn't a look of shame at all, it was her escape.

"If you keep treating me like this..."

"You have already deposed this slave. Is it possible that the Emperor wants to send this slave back to his residence?"

She raised her eyes slightly and saw that he was smiling without saying a word. She couldn't help but secretly twist her heart. But he once again pecked his lips carefully, and then walked away. He pursed his lips and said something.

The aura they both share remains.

When he saw his figure gradually leaving, he felt much relieved. But I don't know what he was thinking at this moment.

His attitude just now was already obvious. He didn't care at all about his words and deeds at this moment.

From the moment Caifeng entered the door, she saw her concubine in a trance. She saw the mark on her neck at a glance and pretended to cough: "Empress, did you play the harp with the emperor last night?"

When she gradually came back to her senses, she happened to hear Caifeng's words. With a trace of blush on her face, she whispered, "What nonsense are you talking about."

"With such a deep red mark on my neck, I still want to deny it."

Seeing that her mouth was full of eloquence, he looked like he was hesitant to speak, and sighed sadly.

He reached out and touched his neck, vaguely remembering the mark he left last night, because that position was his favorite position of all time.

Caifeng saw the corner of her mouth raised into a smile, so bright and cheerful. If the emperor saw this scene, he might be relieved.

"Since the emperor is so kind to the empress, why bother to be angry with the emperor anymore." He stepped forward and poured a glass of water, and slowly walked forward to serve her. He pondered with heavy eyes. "In the eyes of the slave, yesterday's scene was like,

The emperor is still a little afraid of the empress."

"how do I say this?"

Hearing Caifeng's words, a smile couldn't be concealed on her lips, and she looked curiously at what reasoning she could make. Why, she had never felt this herself. She had always been afraid of him, why?

With him...

"When your Majesty is angry, does Your Majesty comfort your Majesty?"

As soon as she said these words, the empress looked thoughtful, slowly moved her lips, and spoke.

"This, seems to be a bit."

In the past, when he was angry, he would try his best to comfort himself. Sometimes he would look a little groveling, and I always felt that a man like this was very shameful. In his heart, he felt more or less that he was being unreasonable.

Somehow, it is inevitable that I feel deeply guilty towards him.

He looked at Caifeng with both eyes and raised his eyebrows, still a little doubtful, and asked: "But it's not that bad, just be afraid to say it."

"Perhaps, it's just because the empress does not have an emperor in her heart that she will try every means to please her."

Caifeng has been observing the empress's every move, and it seems that she was really impressed by Zi Ling's words. As soon as she mentioned everything in the past, the empress was no longer as indifferent to the emperor as she had been in her previous words.

Zi Ling was right, the empress had always been too entangled and trapped herself in a swamp.

Everything the emperor did was for the sake of the empress. It was because the empress had never been able to see through it. Even if she had seen through it, the path would still go astray.

"How long ago did I have him in my heart?" In the past, when he was not in his heart, the thing he often said the most was, 'I will definitely make you fall in love with me.' In the past, he had no idea about these words.

I have never cared about it, but I just disdain it. But now that I think about it, I am afraid that it is a kind of loss. Over time, I have slowly come to realize this feeling. The feeling of loss is a terrible thing.

He smiled lightly and sighed sadly: "I heard what you said, it's true."

"Master and Master, what we most want to see is that the empress and the emperor are in harmony, instead of living like enemies." Seeing the understanding in the empress's heart slowly opening up, they were relieved. Naturally, there were some things in their hearts that they wanted to say to the empress.

."If the master found out, I don't know how much he would feel sorry for the queen. If he had known that the queen would be so unhappy, he should not have entered this palace."

I originally thought that the Sixth Prince would be the best candidate for the Empress, but I never expected that it was actually the Holy Emperor who requested the imperial edict from the late Emperor. Everyone was surprised that the two of them did not have any long-term communication, but...

I have never heard my mother-in-law speak her mind about this matter. After the two of them got along for such a long time, my mother-in-law's heart almost couldn't be opened.

Zi Ling often warned herself that she should not ask too deeply about some things, and that everything she did as a slave should be done according to the master's will.

Shouldn't you enter the palace?

Hearing this, he chuckled helplessly.

"Even if he doesn't enter the palace, he will still ask for the imperial edict from the late emperor." He raised a meaningful smile at the corner of his mouth and said calmly. "All of this is fate, there is no escape."

Looking back now, I no longer have the same hatred as in the past. It's more about understanding him and not taking advantage of the Ye family's words as they said. His feelings for him are clear in his heart. After all, they don't know,

They had known each other since they were children. Just because of this, why did he use this as a lie to love.

The late emperor had always liked his mother, even if he could not bring his beloved woman into the palace in this life. And his most proud fourth son also liked himself. No matter whether Murong Haochen asked for the imperial edict or not, he would not treat the late emperor

Regrettably, I will still promise myself to him instead of Murong Haoli. After all, the Ye family will not pose a threat to anyone.

"Caifeng, there is one thing I have never asked you. Today, you must tell the truth."

From beginning to end, since Murong Haoli told him about that night, he had never looked for Caifeng. Now he can explain the matter.

"Slave, you dare not deceive me."

"That year on the hunting ground, who was the person who sent me back one night?"

Ye Yilan had been observing her behavior. Seeing her shocked look, she knew that she must have known about it that night. She continued to ask: "It's the emperor, right?"

"I don't know why the empress suddenly asked about this, but this matter..."

No one knew about this matter except the emperor and himself. It was so sudden that it might be impossible to hide it.

Seeing how nervous she was when she spoke, he held her hands tightly and comforted her with a gentle voice: "I just want to know the truth, and I won't blame you."

She knew that the empress would not blame anyone, but after all, this matter was promised to the emperor...

In desperation, he still said: "Yes, the emperor said not to tell the empress."

It seems that what Murong Haoli said is true.

That night she just fainted in a daze, and where did he go? How could he see Murong Haochen carrying her back?

If he had followed them all the way, he would have only known about the two of them, but he didn't react at all. Or maybe, it was all just a coincidence.

After being silent for a while, he slowly said, "I already know about this matter."

After all, the deeper you understand something, the more often you get not the truth, but fear.

He was never alone from beginning to end. Perhaps, when there were two of them, he was his only husband. In the palace, it was not the case at all.
To be continued...