Life is like a dream, suddenly the world of mortals appears, and the strings are thinking of music.

A beautiful marriage, ups and downs for half a life, and longing for each other.

However, the fate is shallow, and the troubled times lead to sorrow and longing for love.

Sitting in front of the window and looking at the moon alone, I had no choice but to go home.

Even though they are still as close as they were when they were young, they are no longer at the age when they first opened their hearts to each other.

Like the moonlight swaying away, time fills the earth with mourning victims.

The moment you step into the palace, all your fates are so tightly linked to it that you don't even know you have lost trust.

When there is a look of envy in the eyes, it often turns into a look of jealousy.

How could a man she admired endure being entangled with her? Even she couldn't do it. But she didn't feel sorry for Xia Muling. Everything was out of her control and she couldn't blame anyone.

'Sister, when did the Emperor start falling in love with you?';

She didn't want to understand, because she was afraid that the more she tried to understand, the more she would find out things that had nothing to do with her, which was more terrifying than anything else.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty——"

Zi Ling called softly, but she seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit. She called twice without any response.

His thoughts gradually turned around, and the tears in his eyes kept hovering. He tried hard to take them back. With a hoarse sound like crying, he responded: "What's the matter?"

"Your Majesty, please change your clothes first!"

Hearing this, he smiled slightly, his face melting people's hearts: "What is it, so mysterious?"

"Your Majesty, you will know later."

Ye Yilan stared with doubts in her eyes, and she didn't know what was in her gourd.

Simple and elegant dress, ordinary people's dress.

It is difficult to conceal the charming appearance of a beautiful woman.

There was already a carriage waiting outside the palace gate, but no one told her where she was going. Looking back, only he could do these things.

It's late at night, and I wonder what mysterious thing he has to go through so much trouble.

The moment she got on the carriage, her thoughts were floating uneasily.

After a long time, she heard chaotic sounds coming from outside, and couldn't help but open the curtain and found that she was outside the palace.

Just as Ye Yilan was about to get off the carriage, she heard a familiar voice: "Madam, it's time to get off the carriage."

Murong Haochen reached out to take her hand and helped her down carefully.

"Fourth Master, this..."

He stretched out his fingers to kiss her lips and looked at her dotingly. He brushed past her ear and whispered, "Call me husband."

Ye Yilan couldn't say the word husband. She shyly hid behind him, tugged on his sleeves, and slowly opened her squirming lips: "Husband, why did you bring me out tonight?"

He secretly smiled and murmured a little. He hugged her body and snuggled tightly to his side: "Of course I'll go out with you to relax."

He glanced at his entourage and ordered: "You go to Zuixiang Tower and wait."

"yes."

"There is a place you will definitely like."

She looked around at everything around her, but before she could react, she was pulled away by Murong Haochen.

Rows of colorful lanterns are hung on the street, and the light emitted is so dazzling.

Murong Haochen took her to the Magpie Bridge Immortal, where the lake was still filled with lanterns.

This scene had not been seen since the Chinese Valentine's Day. That time was when she met Murong Haoli. She will never forget the antiphonal poetry between the two of them.

'When the flowers are full and the moon is full, the lights are bright again';

It is not the shadows that light up again, but the lonely people.

Seeing that there was no joy on her face, Murong Haochen raised the corners of his lips and laughed at himself: "I thought you would be happy when you saw everything here, but it seems that I am too sentimental."

"No. I remembered some old things." This time, she was very satisfied. But the memory could not be touched. She looked at the lanterns swimming in the lake and made up her mind. "But those things should be drifted with the wind."

"When you have me by your side, you should forget about those unpleasant things." He ruffled her hair, and the fragrance lingered on the tips of his hands. "Today, I saw you and Xia Muling having sex.

You were joking, but it made me jealous. Lan'er, what can you do to treat me sincerely?"

"Didn't you say that you would wait for the day when I fall in love with you?"

"Okay, I'll wait until that day."

He finally waited until the faint smile from the heart appeared on the corner of his mouth, like a bud that had just opened, slowly blooming into bright and delicate flowers.

This time, Ye Yilan wants to let herself go. The past and present are both impossible, so why stay in the impossible past?

Watching the fireworks blooming in the sky, falling like stars in the sky, she couldn't hide her joy from the corners of her eyes. She pulled Murong Haochen's sleeves to show him. It reminded her of something, and she couldn't help but ask

: "Didn't you say that you don't love this lively place?"

"For you, I can do things I don't like." Everything I do for her is done willingly, and there is no dislike at all. He can only be happy when he sees her happy.

Hearing this, the joy in the corner of his mouth gradually faded: "Can you accompany me to go shopping again?"

He gently leaned her head on his shoulder, snuggling up to her, and pampered her sweetly: "Tonight, your husband will stay with you for as long as you want."

Husband?

Indeed, Murong Haochen was her nominal husband.

She didn't dare to fall in love with him, she knew his good qualities and saw them in her eyes.

Every time he gave a surprise, she was touched, but she didn't dare to show it too obviously.

She was afraid that she would fall in love with an emperor, and she was struggling deep in her heart, unable to let go of his identity.

"Do you two need to compare poems?"

Ye Yilan passed by the old man by the bridge again. The scene of that Chinese Valentine's Day seemed to be today. She looked at him next to her and wanted to compete with him with great interest: "Husband, you don't want to have a poem exchange with me."

?"

Murong Haochen didn't even look at it and said indifferently: "Not interested."

"But I have never competed with you in poetry. My father often said that you are his favorite disciple, and I would like to compete with you." They say that the fourth prince's poetry is unique. I have heard him compose poetry in front of me twice, and it is indeed unique.

Has charm.

Ye Yilan looked at her expectantly, but he ruthlessly pulled her away and said lightly: "Let's go."

"Have you forgotten what you said just now?" He said those words with great sincerity, but now it seems that they are all lies.

"I didn't forget." He stopped and turned around to see the girl pouting angrily. He explained to her, "I'm afraid you lost too ugly and lost my face."

"You're not..."

"Lan'er." His serious eyes were particularly charming in the moonlight. He grabbed her shoulders and warned her: "We are not worth the trouble over this matter."

She didn't want to dwell on this matter forever, but she felt something strange that she couldn't explain.

Seeing that she was silent, knowing that he could not satisfy her, he felt guilty towards her and pointed forward: "Let's go to the front and take a look."

The further you go, the more people there gradually become, and it’s like a sea of ​​people that you can’t walk in.

Seeing this scene, I looked at Ye Yilan behind me from time to time, for fear that she would not be seen. I worriedly said: "Lan'er, hold on tight. Don't lose me."

The more people there were, the more Ye Yilan became panicked. She grabbed his arm tightly and was rushed away by the crowd.

"Lan'er——"

As soon as her arms were empty, the people beside her had long since disappeared. There were dense crowds of people lingering around her, and even in the dark night, even with the light of lanterns, she still couldn't be seen clearly.

Ye Yilan panicked and didn't know where to go. People around her kept pushing her aside. She wanted to call Murong Haochen, but when there were more people, she couldn't. Her helpless figure gradually dispersed in the crowd.

With.

I saw a group of people in white walking towards me from a distance, with fierce masks on their faces and torches in their hands.

A group of them gradually approached Ye Yilan and surrounded her. Those people circled around her and made arrogant sounds.

Ye Yilan looked at this scene at a loss. For some reason, she became the target of public observation.

She mustered up her courage and shouted loudly: "Haochen, are you there——"

Murong Haochen vaguely seemed to hear someone calling him again, and tried hard to break through the obstacles. In the vast sea of ​​people, he could faintly see the figure of a woman surrounded by men in white.

"Lan'er——" she called anxiously while breaking through the crowd.

These people came unexpectedly. Logically speaking, this area is almost sparsely populated, and there are not many people. But who are those people in white?

Murong Haochen got in and immediately stepped forward to hug him. She was really frightened by the scene just now and hugged her tightly and refused to let go. He frightened her again and comforted her: "Don't be afraid Lan'er, I will take care of him."

You went out."

The group of people in white looked at each other, but this action could not escape Murong Haochen's eyes. At that moment, he knew that he had been tricked.

The torches in his hands were thrown towards them and surrounded.
To be continued...