Ye Yilan kept staring at the wreath in her hand. Perhaps she never knew that the person in front of her was her playmate at that time.

If you tell her, everything will go too smoothly.

Murong Haochen didn't need to use his old feelings to sympathize with his current love. What he needed was her sincere love for him, not the emotional gain.

His love for her is simple, and he only takes a spoonful to drink.

"Why has the emperor been looking at my concubine?" Ye Yilan couldn't help but look at herself. There was nothing on her that was worth looking at for so long.

In his eyes, Ye Yilan looked as innocent as when she was a child. She always cried and made trouble next to Ye Xunyu. She smiled happily and said, "Lan'er, how do I treat you? Now, are you still there?"

Hate me."

The word 'hate' was indeed serious, but he just wanted to know from her mouth how she felt towards him now.

"It's better to say regret than hatred."

She has long since let go of him, and the past events have passed by gently like the wind. They have long been a page of paper, not worth remembering.

Standing there, watching him approaching her step by step, he said slowly: "If we had not met each other, we would not have expressed the love and hate we have today."

Upon hearing this, Murong Haochen's eyes became deep and dark. He smiled sarcastically and smiled openly at himself.

Lan'er, in your heart there is only 'regret' between us but no 'love'?

"Are you more cute than me?" There was a tenderness in the coldness.

She raised her eyebrows and looked at him, avoiding his gaze: "Your Majesty, it's time to go back."

He pulled her into his arms fiercely, pulling her harder and hitting his own wound. He endured the pain, hugged her tightly, and answered forcefully with a serious tone: "You must answer me."

"

With a sad look, she said indifferently: "What does it matter whether you love or not love? The emperor will never be a concubine alone." Ye Yilan could sense his anger, but no matter how careful he was in words and deeds, he couldn't.

Will be friendly and cheerful.

"Ye Yilan, since you have spoken of my love so lightly."

From the beginning to the end, he, Murong Haochen, belongs to Ye Yilan after all. Every word and every sentence was chewed extremely hard. He squeezed her shoulders tightly and stared at her with angry eyes: "My love for you,

So worthless?"

"The emperor's words are a bit serious. I just feel that I can't afford it."

The emperor's love is too luxurious, and Ye Yilan doesn't want it at all.

"Can't you afford it?" She pushed Ye Yilan away and laughed crazily to the sky, forgetting the faintly painful wounds on her body. There was a bitterness in her laughter. "Joke, I am the emperor, what can I afford you?

Yes? I can give you everything I can give you. Even in this world, I can give you anything."

Watching him quietly laughing so wildly, I felt a chill in the breeze that hit my heart.

The world?

She is a female prostitute who can't even afford the emperor's love. How can she want to rule the world?

She has never taken these rights seriously.

What he gives ultimately belongs to rights. Without rights, he would not have the world that belongs to him.

Walking slowly, I walked behind him. Looking at the stalwart figure, I never imagined that he was such a lonely person. "Since the emperor has chosen rights, don't ask for these things from me."

"Just for your promise." Murong Haochen was so anxious that he almost revealed the secret he had been hiding in his heart.

He has rights, partly because he is forced to do so, and mostly because of her.

For Murong Haochen, as long as she said such understatement, he felt that doing so was in vain.

He would rather she never say these words than let her live up to his feelings.

These are just his own feelings.

His eyes were stunned, and he asked in confusion: "Concubine, when did you make a promise to the emperor?"

He didn't answer, but left her alone and ignored her.

The fallen garland had long been scattered on the ground, blown away by the ruthless wind.

The years are agarwood, dyed with ink and the years are fleeting.

The music and songs have all faded away, and when the moon is setting and people are still, my memory is filled with tears.

Time flies, how can it be wasted?

As spring goes and autumn comes, no one can pity her for her red makeup and haggard appearance.

The years are quiet and peaceful, like the passing of time.

The lingering wine is left behind, a shallow coolness separates the heart, and a deep love without thinking.

As soon as Murong Haochen came out of the backyard, he saw Fei Yu and Zi Ling talking about something. Before he could speak, Fei Yu noticed something strange and immediately stepped forward to ask for help: "I see you, Your Majesty."

"Your servant is here to see the Emperor." Zi Ling looked behind the Emperor, but there was no trace of the Emperor. "Your Majesty, why didn't the Emperor come out?"

Feiyu pulled her sleeves, winked at her and shook his head.

She knew that they would quarrel if they were alone.

Feiyu came and reported something to the emperor: "Your Majesty, there is nothing unusual at the border."

No abnormality?

Murong Haochen hummed softly and disdainfully: "If it were you, would you behave abnormally just to return to the palace?"

He simply did not believe that Murong Haoli would miss the opportunity to return to the palace. It was impossible for an ambitious person to change his original nature.

"What the Emperor said is that Feiyu will instruct his men not to slack off."

"Wait a minute——"

"Feiyu, tell me, what else does a woman need besides long-term love?" I thought he understood her, but found that I didn't understand her at all.

As the saying goes, a woman's heart is like a needle in the sea.

"Well, this subordinate doesn't understand the love between men and women." Fei Yu was not as experienced as the emperor. He glanced at Zi Ling beside him and pushed her arm. Women know women best, so naturally he had to let her answer.

Murong Haochen had forgotten that Zi Ling had been following her for more than a few days, so he knew everything about her. Moreover, she was observant, and naturally nothing about Ye Yilan could escape her eyes.

Seeing the emperor's expectant gaze, Zi Ling had no reason to refuse. She said softly: "If the emperor wants to know what the empress needs, why not make her jealous. The emperor often favors Chen Zhaoyi, and I am afraid that all the women in the harem will become jealous."

Eye."

He heard that this was a method he had never thought of. He thought that not summoning them to sleep with her to let her know his love for her would be useless. Zi Ling's suggestion gave him a boost.

He looked at her seriously and said, "Zi Ling, you are getting bolder and bolder."

"You servant, you are just giving advice to the emperor, how can you be so bold?"

Murong Haochen laughed openly and pointed at Zi Ling. He was extremely satisfied with her. Before, when he was serving by his side, he had never dared to talk like this. "Feiyu, your sister is becoming more and more like her master."

, dare to talk back."

As soon as Ye Yilan was mentioned, the smile at the corner of her mouth gradually disappeared. She sighed and said, "Forget it. Zi Ling, please don't tell your mother-in-law about this."

"Your Majesty, why are you coming out now? It's getting late, we should go back." Zi Ling was just about to say something back to the Emperor when he saw his Majesty's figure getting closer and closer, so he went to greet her.

After Ye Yilan came out, she didn't see the three of them whispering anything, but Ziling's appearance made it impossible for her to relieve her floating center.

Murong Haochen never looked at her directly, leaving an aloof back with indifference.

Pretending to be curious, he asked, "Did your Majesty have a quarrel with the Emperor?"

Ye Yilan remained silent, her eyes remained on the road he left, feeling a little depressed.

Qinlan Palace

Xia Muling had been waiting for a long time and was very excited to see her back: "Sister, you are finally back."

Her appearance made Ye Yilan a little confused. She pulled herself aside and knew that she had something to discuss, so she ordered: "You guys go down first."

"yes--"

With a slight smile, he asked with some doubts: "I saw you mysteriously today, what happened?"

Holding her hand tightly, his eyes longed to surrender to her: "Can I ask sister to do Ling'er a favor?"

"Ling'er, I don't like beating around the bush, just tell the truth!"

As soon as the words came to my lips, I didn't know how to speak. It took a long time to calm down before I summoned the courage: "Ling'er wants to sleep with you."

The surprised eyes gradually turned into indifference: "If you want to sleep with you, it's not my decision."

There is no doubt that she has loved Rong Haochen since she was a child. But if he agreed to her, his injuries would inevitably be noticed.

"However, the emperor treats my sister very well. If my sister can say a few kind words in front of the emperor, she will definitely..."

Seeing her hesitation, she knelt down and begged, "Ling'er, please sister."

"What are you doing? Get up." He took a step back in shock. He didn't expect that she could ask for anything just to sleep with him. Seeing her like this, I couldn't bear it. "I promise you."

He lifted her up from the ground, and her makeup had already been stained by her tears. How could Murong Haochen look down on such an obsessed woman? He wiped her tears and comforted her, saying: "I will explain to the emperor, if you want to go to bed with the emperor, I will do it."

I can't make a decision anymore."
To be continued...