She has always had different ideas from those women.

She couldn't move at will, the skin touching each other was warm, and her blood was boiling nervously in her heart: "Then why do you want to get wet in the rain? You know that I will be soft-hearted, but you still do this?"

She picked up a petal from the water and placed it on her shoulder. The upward curve of the corner of her mouth revealed a hint of bitterness from time to time: "I just thought of a person who was like this once."

At that time, he did not understand the meaning of this, but now he has a deep understanding of it and gradually understands what love means.

Only by being there personally can you understand what she did.

He has had hatred and resentment.

Now, I can truly let go.

Loving someone requires a humble love.

"Is it you, the most important person?" He asked weakly, but he did not answer. A slight smile, mixed with a bitter flavor. "I didn't expect that there is such an important person in your heart."

Ye Yilan really wanted to know what kind of person he had in mind that could make him so interested in him.

His uneasy hand kept the petals close to her body. He smiled secretly: "If you ask this, it will make me think you are jealous."

He just thought of it accidentally, which made him worry too much.

Hearing this, he covered his body with the cloth in his hand and pushed him. He squirmed his lips, not knowing how to retort.

Look at her charming appearance, looking at her with appreciative eyes: "Now, you are the most important person to me."

His sweet words always linger in my ears, and my heart often responds to his words with an unusual softness.

If his heart was as throbbing as when they first met, maybe she would be moved by him.

But it was not him who met him for the first time, and his heart was not moved, but a kind of emotion after loss. His eyes kept looking at himself, and he gradually noticed a chill behind him. Without turning his head, he took off the petals from his back and put them in front of him.

Explained: "Why did the emperor put so many flower petals behind my concubine?"

"This way, the fragrance will be stronger."

His eyes always exude an attractive charm.

Step by step, Ye Yilan leaned against the pool wall, unable to escape his sight.

Picking up the petals and placing them on her lips, Ye Yilan was like an empty shell at his mercy.

His lips gradually came closer, and his blurred eyes kept looking at the petals on his lips, touching them gently. There was just an obstacle between his lips, and he was just picking at the fragrance of her lips.

When Ye Yilan came to her senses, his figure had already left.

After taking off the petals and looking at it, the lip hook actually rose slightly. In the blink of an eye, the lip hook dropped again.

Without the last bit of tenderness in the memorial pool, she emerged from the shore like a hibiscus emerging from the water, her fair skin lined with water droplets gently scratching every inch.

Wearing a light and transparent white gauze, she walked up to Murong Haochen. But he, holding a book in his hand, did not dare to disturb him easily.

He stood aside silently and made tea for him personally.

Fascinated by the sight, he gradually became aware of her figure, raised his eyes and smiled at her, that smile was like melting ice or the rising sun in spring.

"On the contrary, I was so entranced that I didn't even know you were in front of me."

She walked behind him and served him specially, massaging his shoulders with gentle force. She smiled slightly, as if she was about to let go of her bud: "I didn't expect that the emperor would be in a trance sometimes."

He was naturally happy that she could be so proactive. But as soon as he thought of something, he became An Cheng. He pulled her in, sat on his lap and hugged her. He looked at her with careful eyes: "Lan'er, as soon as I see you today, I will

I feel a little abnormal. Tell me, is there something on your mind?"

Hearing this, the smile on the corner of his mouth disappeared.

She was indeed busy, and the letter she hid was not opened after all.

If he didn't mention it, maybe she would have forgotten it.

I don't know why, I can find a sense of unprecedented feeling when I am with him. When I am with Murong Haoli, I feel something I have never experienced before.

The love Murong Haochen gave him was something he had never experienced before.

Escaping his eyes, the lips that seemed to be smiling but not smiling concealed: "If I have something on my mind, I will never escape from the eyes of the emperor."

His hands tightened and he held her tighter. Ye Yilan could feel his rapid breathing. The more he acted like this, the more uneasy he made her feel. He pecked the side of her face and kissed her affectionately: "

Tonight, don’t forget to promise me that it’s your job.”

Confused: "What did I promise to the emperor?"

He smiled evilly and looked at her silently. This look made her tremble.

He held her and placed her on the edge of the bed, sitting down on one knee on the ground.

Ye Yilan didn't know what he wanted. She saw him take off her shoes and was about to take her feet back when she was forcefully grabbed by him.

He lifted up his undershirt, looked at the injury on his ankle with disgust, and said coldly: "This scar is really ugly."

Ye Yilan quickly put down her skirt. She had never cared about this scar before, and said indifferently: "Who cares about the scar on the ankle."

"I care."

His lips kissed the scar, and the numbing feeling made her ashamed.

He raised his eyes and stared for a long time before pulling him up from the bed.

When those feet touched the ground, they were so cold, bone-chilling.

His whole body was lifted up by him, and his lips lingered on her lips without moving for a long time. There were ripples in his eyes, and a gentle voice gradually sounded: "Don't reject me tonight."

Ye Yilan knew that she would not be able to escape the fate of sleeping with her tonight, so she obediently let him do whatever he wanted.

He was right when he said, 'You are my woman'; this fact cannot be changed in a lifetime.

"Lan'er, if I want you, will you hate me?"

"I..." The trembling voice made her unable to answer those words. She didn't know what he could do to generate hatred for him.

He has always wanted her, but he has never let her get hurt.

But every time he was waiting for the day she would accept it.

She was hesitating, but he was slowly testing.

He gently put her down, leaned over and kissed her earlobe. She hugged his neck with her hands, but at this moment she didn't want to resist him.

His touch made her whole body tense up, and she was too scared to call out, nor did she dare to move in any way.

After all, her heart has always been so wary of herself, so how could she be so completely devoid of any vigilance.

But she doesn't know that there is still a little place left for her in her heart. Even a small place alone in her heart is enough.

For everything she did, there was nothing better than her.

After all, what she wants cannot be satisfied, and all she can give her is the whole world.

When she owns herself, it's like she owns the whole world. But that's not what she wants. She has two people for the rest of her life, and even she doesn't know when she will be satisfied with her.

It was obvious that she was extremely scared, so she smiled lightly and said, "Do you still want to assassinate me tonight?"

Assassination?

That night, it was just a spur of the moment impulse, and I never really wanted to assassinate him.

The crime of assassinating the emperor would have been a serious crime for her. And he was so kind to me. How could my heart be at ease that night? The person who was most uneasy was his assassin.

That behavior.

There was one more wound on his body, but that scar came from his own hands.

Seeing that he was unmoved, his hands had nowhere to rest, so he secretly covered his body with the quilt tightly, and said without turning his head: "They have put away the dagger, how can I do such stupid things again?"

."

After hearing this, Murong Haochen secretly pursed the smile in the corner of his mouth, stretched out his hand to look at her face carefully. He glanced at the hands in front of her and immediately put his hands on both sides, but there was nothing.

Too many manners.

The curve of the smile at the corner of his mouth slowly dropped, and he pretended to be nonchalant and said, "Why didn't you say you were scared?"

Fear?

He clearly knew this fear, but this question was too much to say.

The hands were still clasped tightly, and they had not yet recovered from what had just happened. His empty eyes kept looking forward, and he slowly said: "Didn't the emperor often say that I am your concubine?"

Lan'er, maybe to you, I just treat you as a concubine, without any love.

In the quiet air, you can hear the rain falling outside the window.

"Put on your clothes." Picked up the clothes on the floor and handed them to her. "I won't touch you again."

This time he has made up his mind and will not change again.

No matter how long it takes, he is willing to wait.

If you don't want her, force yourself to do something you don't want to do.

Although the two of them slept in the same bed, Ye Yilan always turned her back to him.

Holding tightly to the clothes in front of her, she hid her tears, which did not fall slowly until this moment.
To be continued...