When Murong Haochen saw her appearance at this time, he couldn't help but think of how when his mother and concubine passed away, he was alone and had sex again.

But there was no one with me at that time, but only myself.

But when Ye Xunyu learned about this, he actually escaped from the house privately that day. Thinking of that childhood past, he always felt that everything was too safe and carefree. But those days will never come back.

I won’t go. Even if I can’t go back, it’s enough to have someone by my side now.

He took the incense candle they handed to him and bowed to it three times: "In that case, I will accompany you."

Ye Yilan, who slowly opened her eyes, was shocked to see such a noble person offering incense to Caifeng.

As an emperor, he shouldn't have done this for a little palace maid. If it wasn't for himself, how could he do this.

But he also knew him well. As long as he was around him, he would treat them equally and look at them without any prejudice or worldly eyes.

After all, in his heart, this identity does not exist at all. But so what, he will never let go of his words.

His eyes slowly closed, and he said coldly and softly: "Your Majesty has a distinguished status, so you should go back and rest first."

"You are so angry with me, the more I can't leave."

Noble?

These words are obviously just because of what he said just now, which is what makes him brood in his heart.

No matter what she thinks in her heart, he doesn't care at all and doesn't take it to heart. After all, how can he know less about her.

With her temperament, a little coaxing is enough to make her lie in his arms obediently. By then, she won't know how to coquettishly coo in his arms.

He went to burn incense in person, but looked back at her, still so indifferent.

The corners of his mouth curved upward, but he was so affectionate, and he said in a calm tone: "In three days, Caifeng will be buried, and I will order someone to bring the wedding gifts to Qing'en Temple."

Buried?

This word is so harsh in my heart. I can never imagine that Caifeng lying in the coffin will be buried in the family grave covered by earth in three days.

This life, before it is over, will end here.

Ye Yilan's heart couldn't help but twitch, she had never experienced death, but it could make people so scared, and she didn't dare to face everything that happened in front of her.

The tears falling from the corners of his eyes fell involuntarily.

The moment I slowly opened my eyes, everything in front of me was incredibly bright. The Buddha's light illuminated me, and I felt peaceful and blissful.

"I want to stay here for these three days."

"Knowing that you would be like this, I have already prepared a private room for you. You can stay here for three days without any worries. After three days, I will take you back in person."

Murong Haochen gradually listened to the sound of the wooden fish, and clasped his hands together while silently stroking.

He spoke again: "You can rest assured, Ziling will come tomorrow."

"Then, where is the Emperor?"

Zhou Xiang, who had made such arrangements, already knew that he would stay here for these three days. He was careful about everything, so why did he...

When she asked this suddenly, she couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Then he smiled lightly and said: "If you want me to leave, I will leave. I won't be in your eyes."

"In front of the Buddha, it's better not to say too much."

Listening to his words, it was still the same in front of the Buddha.

But there was nothing he could do, but his heart could not help but move closer to him. The more this happened, no matter how angry he was with him, he would know his own temperament, and thus speak those tender and affectionate words.

My heart slowly softened.

This is Murong Haochen, the man she, Ye Yilan, can never refuse in her life.

Several times in spring and autumn, the water is flowing leisurely, and people on the riverside are talking softly.

As time goes by, a monologue fills the city with old and new willows.

The remaining winter snow, the sound of urging people, the remains of the past.

The moment Murong Haochen's eyes slowly opened, he saw the shaky body. He immediately held her body in his arms, and between his frowning eyebrows was a warm rebuke: "You

If I can kneel here all night long, I won't need to stay by your side."

Seeing her fainting, it became even more difficult to let go of these three days.

Ye Yilan looked at the icy coffin, how could she give up halfway from beginning to end? She only knelt down for half an hour, but she was so fragile.

"I'm fine, please let me go."

open?

What she said was a bit too involved. If she were to let go and kneel here, there was no guarantee that this kneeling would be extremely worrying for the fetus she was carrying.

He hugged her tightly in his arms, and there were times when he couldn't let her have such a temper. She had to marry Caifeng, and she couldn't mutilate her body like this.

"If you are still so brave, I will take you back to the palace tomorrow. You are pregnant and cannot continue to kneel."

"Just now, you promised me."

Listening to his words, I couldn't break my trust because I was so brave. This would be treating Jun Wu's jokes as child's play.

And he did go too far in trying to be brave. He didn't care about the child in his arms and did the same thing. Instead, he was the one who worried him.

promise?

He had indeed promised her, but he could not guarantee this promise, so he could let her have her own way. She should be restrained from being so 'arrogant'.

The gentle force held her body horizontally in his arms, but when he saw the abbot coming, he silently bowed slightly and bowed.

"Your Majesty is feeling unwell, so it's better to go back to the wing and rest. You can leave this place to me."

Upon hearing this, Murong Haochen smiled knowingly and said, "That's a troublesome abbot."

The scene just now was seen by the abbot.

After all, Chen Zhaoyi has been coming to Qing'en Temple since she was a child, so she naturally sees this connection with Buddha. However, having love in her heart is enough to hurt her body.

"If it were me who was lying in the coffin today, would you do what I did to Caifeng?"

"Won't."

The moment Murong Haochen stepped out of the threshold, he heard her sudden words, which made him feel timid. He did not shy away from these words and talked nonsense casually.

And he spoke without any hesitation. He just wanted to tell her that he should stop thinking about her and never be with her again.

After lowering his eyes and looking at her, Leng Yan kept looking elsewhere, warning coldly: "I will always protect you and I won't let anything happen to you. I will never let it happen."

Leave me. You'd better give up on this idea as soon as possible."

I thought that what he said would be what he thought in his heart, but I never thought that he would actually say the word "no".

At that moment, I felt extremely disappointed.

But when I heard his words again, the loss in my heart gradually subsided. Perhaps, I really couldn't say these words, and I couldn't hurt myself or him.

Lying in his arms, there was no sign of any bumps, so smooth and comfortable.

She hugged his neck tightly with both hands and sighed silently: "I thought you would be indifferent."

Indifferent?

If she is really indifferent, her love for her is not deep at all. As she said, she is afraid that this love is just taking advantage of her.

But who would make use of the one they love, hold it in the palm of their hand and cherish it like a treasure instead of using it like that.

"That's you, you don't know me well enough. If you did, how could you be so distant from me when everything is not what you want."

Murong Haochen knew her temper best. But no matter how much he tried to coax her, she was still so shy and would not change at all.

"It seems that the emperor is also very stingy. He has never tolerated the temperament of his concubines."

"When did I not tolerate my concubine's temperament?"

mean?

From what he heard, he didn't think he was so stingy. On the contrary, it was her who made things difficult for her at every turn.

The moment he opened the door slightly, Murong Haochen couldn't wait to put her body on the bed, gently pressed her under him, and his low voice gradually hovered over her.

In the ear: "On the contrary, you are always touching my bottom line."

Bottom line?

He has never been able to say these words since he first entered the palace.

But his bottom line has always been nothing but himself. So why is there such a thing as a bottom line?

Seeing him pressing himself down like this, the sound of his slow breathing resolutely lingered in it.

The warm palm gently comforted his face. Seeing the situation, he reached out and held his palm: "This is in the temple. It's better to put the emperor's temper away."

In this temple, he didn't know how to restrain himself, but he went too far.

"Is it possible that this Buddha would spy on the relationship between husband and wife?" The relationship between husband and wife itself is a moral matter, so there is nothing wrong with it. On the contrary, she was too worried." I decided to do this tonight, and

What can you do to me?"
To be continued...