He hugged her with such attachment, but Feng Tingyu's body fragrance remained on him. It wasn't that she didn't see what happened between them just now, but she was even more disgusted.

"Your Majesty, let me go."

Hearing this, he pushed her away and Murong Haochen stared at her with a cold face: "Why do you dislike me and have hugged other women?"

He shook his sleeves angrily and walked into the bedroom.

She hesitated on the spot, not knowing whether she should follow him in or not.

Glancing outside, she was reminded of the corpse in the well, and walked in without hesitation.

A cold air permeated the hall, forcing itself hard on me.

As soon as she walked behind him, she heard his question at attention, with his back turned to her with an uneasy feeling: "I have not ordered you to leave Hanshao Palace, you dare to leave without authorization."

"If I disturb the Emperor and Feng Concubine, I will leave now."

"I haven't agreed to your leaving, how can you leave?"

Murong Haochen held her hand tightly, his eyes filled with tenderness.

"I just..."

For a moment, Murong Haochen didn't know how to explain it.

"It turns out that there are times when the Emperor cannot explain."

In front of her, he always admits his mistakes.

He couldn't be truly angry in front of her.

"If you don't like it, I will throw away this dress."

Seeing him taking off his clothes, she thought he would not really do it, but he did throw the clothes at the door. She tried to stop him, but it was useless.

I saw him closing the door tightly and standing there looking at me dreamily.

"What are you doing, Your Majesty?" He walked up to him, hugged him in his arms, and said nothing.

There seems to be a feeling of being away from home.

"If the concubine doesn't like the emperor, the emperor will throw her away. Then, if the concubine doesn't like the emperor, the emperor should do the same?"

She is him, the jade in the palm of his hand.

There was nothing he could do about her.

"I will not be an emperor, but an ordinary person."

"Don't say this nonsense."

Once the two of them calmed down to talk, he would never leave his words behind.

Everyone longs to be high and mighty, but he is extremely serious and not a joke.

Murong Haochen just smiled lightly, holding her face and stroking her whip marks, remembering the way she lay trembling in the prison that night. There was a pain in his heart: "I didn't feel well, so I went out to walk around."

,Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to bear it?"

Ye Yilan slapped his restless hand and kept his head away from him: "Don't look at the whip marks."

The curve of the corners of his mouth raised was heart-warming. He put his arms around her shoulders, kissed her neck, and slowly said in a loving voice: "You look like this, how can you not teach me to pity you."

The strength in her hands gradually loosened, and Ye Yilan saw the situation and held him back. Although she didn't know where he was going, she just didn't want him to leave: "I have something I haven't said yet!"

He smiled knowingly, couldn't control his doting on her, and kissed her forehead: "I'm going to take a bath first, and you stay here well."

Looking at his leaving figure, the figure of a person appeared overlapping with his.

When she thought of him, it seemed like she hadn't seen Nian Qing for a long time.

Since that day apart, the contact between them has become less and less.

Could it be that he thought he was still angry?

The door gradually closed and his figure disappeared through the crack in the door.

The smile on the corner of my mouth is no longer there.

Turning around and looking into the palace, I felt calm for some reason, and for the first time, his tyranny came to my mind.

After those few times with Cong, he became more tender and affectionate.

All the furnishings are simple yet gorgeous. He doesn't like luxury, but he likes to put effort into his bedroom.

When I thought of this, I smiled slightly again.

Sitting in front of the dressing table, quietly looking at myself in the mirror, I felt a little bored.

At a casual glance, I saw something vaguely hidden in the black package. I was a little curious and was about to walk forward when I heard the sound of the door opening, but I didn't pay much attention to the package.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Seeing the faint smile on the corner of his mouth, she was puzzled, shook her head, and smiled gracefully.

He came straight towards her, his eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling were so deep. He gradually came closer and took her into his arms.

Startled, she clutched the clothes on her chest tightly, trembling with fear.

He put it down gently, and when he saw her frowning, he couldn't help but ask: "But it touched a wound?"

He kept looking at himself, bit his lip and nodded, but smiled and said, "I took medicine tonight, but it still hurts a little."

"Just say it hurts you. I shouldn't have hugged you just now."

He stretched out his hand to lift up her sleeves. Seeing the situation, he curled up and resisted: "Your Majesty, what are you doing?"

"I just want to take a look at the wound." He just wanted to take a look and feel at ease.

Ye Yilan put her face in front of him and pointed mischievously: "If this is not good, how can your body be better?"

Seeing her sitting peacefully, this appearance made him think for a while. His thoughts returned, and his evasive eyes never looked at her.

"You don't mean you have anything to tell me."

Murong Haochen didn't say anything, but she had indeed forgotten something important. She held his hand firmly, and her solemn eyes exuded a faint hint of panic: "Not long after I came out of Hanshao Palace, I saw this female corpse floating in a well.

I'm afraid..."

"That person is the one who poisoned me?"

"She opened her eyes, too scared to look any further. She must be the maid who appeared in Qinlan Palace that day."

Listening to Lan'er's words, there is no doubt that it is that person.

Zi Ling has been looking for someone in the past few days without success, and it turns out that the person who ordered her had already silenced her and thrown her into the well.

Presumably, this person must be from the palace.

Seeing that he was deep in thought and silent, knowing that he was in trouble, he comforted him and said, "I know that the emperor wanted to find the murderer, but all failed. I am a man who is pure, and he is not afraid of those rumors. Why does the emperor have to tell the truth about his injury?"

"

"That girl Zi Ling is too talkative."

"My concubine asked, I don't blame her."

Putting Zi Ling next to her made her care deeply, much more than herself.

Lan'er, what's the relationship between you and me?

She took out an item from her cuff and waved it in front of her eyes.

He reached out to take it and asked strangely: "This is it?"

He used Nian Qing's name to give it to himself before, so why give it to him again.

"Take a closer look and see what the difference is."

Seeing his proud smile, she couldn't help but become curious and looked at it carefully.

Under the candlelight, the white orchid is mixed with a touch of purple magnolia.

A jade bead embedded in the rope is engraved with the word 'chen', and the white beads are dotted with the purple word 'chen'.

This is indeed different from before, more refined.

"Do you like it?"

Holding it in your arms happily, how could you not like it?

"The emperor himself kept the title of concubine?"

The color of what he was holding was different from his own, but I heard him say: "The white magnolia is you, and the purple magnolia is me. The reason why there is a hint of purple in the white magnolia is that I just want you to always hide me in your heart. Purple

The hint of white left in the magnolia means that I want to protect you all my life."

Hearing this, Ye Yilan coveted the white jade whistle in her hand.

Hiding you in my heart?

What you did makes me want to run away.

Your love is supreme. I am just an ordinary woman. I am afraid that I will let down your affection.
To be continued...