Standing there, quietly watching the carriage leave.

Ye Yilan, who was sitting inside, was a little bored and couldn't help but lift the curtain in front of her and look at him driving the carriage alone.

It used to be the three of them, but this time she actually just wanted to be with him.

That inexplicable feeling appears and disappears in my heart, which is a bit strange.

"Why are you coming out, Miss? Why haven't you come in yet?" Seeing her coming out to visit, he didn't care about her at all. He frowned and couldn't help but worry.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, but I feel strange." Looking at the back, I remembered that the two of them were superimposed last night. Thinking about it carefully, it was just that they were too similar, which led to my own misunderstanding.

That’s all.

"That is, the young lady is already the emperor's concubine, so Nian Qing naturally has to keep a distance from the young lady, so as not to be taken advantage of by someone else." The low voice spoke with every detail. "It's cold outside, young lady, you'd better go in."

Sitting next to the door curtain, leaning his head lightly on one side, holding the white jade whistle in his neck tightly, he muttered: "Murong Haochen, if you are here, will I feel at ease?"

When Nian Qing heard those words, the corners of his mouth slightly raised coldly.

There are wisps of smoke and the sound of bells.

Stand outside the threshold and pray three times.

When he saw a person passing by him holding a talisman in his hand, he was moved: "I want to ask for a peace talisman. Please lead me, little master."

"Donor Ye, please go this way."

"The donor can just write the name of the person you want on it."

He took the peace charm and put it in his hand with great care, unable to hide the smile on his lips, "Nian Qing, let's go burn incense."

"Miss, is the person you are asking for the emperor?" He looked at it seriously, but he couldn't help but ask more.

"Why not him?"

"I thought the lady would..."

I thought it was Murong Haoli, but I never thought it was him.

"Nian Qing talks too much."

She remained silent, knowing what he was going to say, and looked at him with a half-smile.

Kneeling in front of the Buddha statue, wisps of Buddhist incense spread around her. She said silently: "Mom, my daughter contradicted her father today, and she feels really uneasy. I believe you will forgive her and understand her."

Nian Qing, who was standing behind her, saw her bowing so devoutly and silently put her palms together: Buddha bless her and may she be well in the harem.

He just wanted her to be well.
Chapter completed!