Listening to the night, it is cold and shimmering, slightly cold and slanting, withered and flourishing.

Listening to the night, it is cold and miserable, the curtains are falling and I am lonely.

Listen to the night, love, candlelight and shadow, one person is looking forward to it.

Listening to the night, there are scars of sorrow and sorrow, who knows?

Listen to the night, listen to the night...

Who knows how to be drunk in the frosty forest at night?

Who can pity the cold love and sorrow?

Looking down at the window edge, condensing the dew.

At night, the branches are covered with snow, and I listen to the melting water.

The man said that he was in love with someone else, but what did he know?

These words have been lingering in her mind and have never gone away.

That man wanted him to return to the palace, and the matter was related to Murong Haochen's interests.

She cannot destroy him because of her own selfishness.

Staring eyes, gradually thinking back. Closing the window and door, looking at the food on the table with low thoughts.

It was past dinner time, but he still came.

"Your Majesty, why haven't you rested yet?" Zi Ling came to visit and saw her standing lonely at the table. She stepped forward and comforted her. "The envoy from the Northern Desert came over today. The emperor must have been worried about this matter and delayed it."

Your Majesty, you’d better go to bed early."

Ye Yilan glanced at the dinner prepared for him, feeling cold and cold, and said indifferently: "The food has been removed. I guess the emperor will not come tonight."

"Mother, where did you go just now?"

Zi Ling did not mean what she said, and Ye Yilan looked at her intently.

Seeing this, he immediately lowered his eyes and silently retreated behind him: "Your Majesty, please calm down. I am afraid that if the Emperor..."

"I just wanted to relax in the past few days." Her thoughts were too complicated and she didn't want to tell her. She held her hand and felt extremely guilty. "Because of what happened last night, I made you suffer."

She knew the meaning of Zi Ling's question, but she couldn't say anything about it today.

"Your Majesty is just worried about Your Majesty." He said lightly. Seeing the concern on His Majesty's face, he immediately pointed to the table. "Slave, please take these down now. Your Majesty can go to bed early."

Ye Yilan sat dejectedly in front of the bronze mirror, staring blankly at the white jade whistle and jade pendant in her hands.

Zi Ling watched silently, not knowing how to comfort her.

Caifeng had been waiting outside the palace. When he saw her coming out, he pulled her and asked, "How is it?"

Seeing her shaking her head, she sighed and put down the hand holding her arm.

"Recently, I have always been worried about something, do you know?"

"Your Majesty has never told me what's on her mind."

Caifeng deliberately concealed it, and even Ziling refused to tell her.

"Let's go. Maybe it will be better if I sleep for one night."

For Caifeng, who was informed, this matter was not something that could be solved in one fell swoop.

next day

Slowly opening his eyes, he found that he was lying on the bed, and even the clothes on his body had been taken off.

"Cai Feng——"

When he opened the curtain, he saw a person sitting at the table, calmly looking at the book in his hand.

Not long after I silently walked behind him, his soft voice sounded slightly: "There are only you and me here."

Ye Yilan looked around and saw that this was neither Qinlan Palace nor Hanshao Palace.

But he appeared here, and she didn't want to see him at this moment.

When she turned around, Murong Haochen instantly grabbed her arm and said with a hint of tenderness and sweetness in his cold voice, "Are you hiding from me?"

"I don't dare."

"Then why are you so anxious to turn around?"

She was almost speechless, glanced at the hanging clothes, and said casually: "I, I just want to change my clothes."

She was indeed avoiding him. He broke his promise about last night, so she didn't want to see him.

Listening to her words, he knew that these were all her excuses. At this moment, she was wearing such thin clothes, so he directly picked her up and put her on the bed.

"I saw you asleep last night, so I brought you here." He picked up the hanging clothes and put them on her body, repenting. "I'm sorry."

Hearing that, he angrily took his hand away from his and stared at him, "Why are you so sorry to me, Your Majesty?"

"I couldn't arrive in time to eat the food Lan'er cooked for me."

She cooked all the food on that table herself just to eat with him, but it was a waste of all her energy.

That night, he really couldn't get out of his way. Those things in the Northern Desert gave him a headache, so it took a lot of time.

He hurried over and learned from Zi Ling that in order to wait for him, she had not even eaten a bite, but had taken away all the food she had cooked.

At that moment, he truly felt her heart.

He pushed the door open quietly, fearing to wake her up.

Seeing her sleeping soundly in front of the mirror, when he took her body into his arms, he held the whistle given to her tightly in his hands. The jade pendant placed aside seemed to be discarded.

His heart was like a surging ocean wave that never stopped.

He took out the white jade whistle from his arms and hung it around her neck. He still cherished this thing very much: "What I gave to you, you can't just take it in your hands."

Last night, she kept holding it in her hand, and he must have seen the jade pendant lying aside, and his heart was still flustered for a while.

Holding the white jade whistle tightly, his eyes kept flickering to avoid it, his lips wriggled for a while, and then he spoke after a long time: "In the future, if the emperor can't do it, don't make any promises."

"Okay, I'll do whatever you want." He kissed her cheek lovingly and said with a smile, "I promise I will never do it again in the future."

A gust of cold wind blew in and penetrated into his arms. He raised his eyes and stared: "It's extremely cold here. Where is it?"

"You will know after I change my clothes."

Seeing a slight smile on his lips, he must be planning something again.

He hugged her trembling body tightly, covered her eyes, and watched her steps very carefully, for fear that she would fall.

"I promised you that I would take you to see the plum blossoms. Today can be considered as compensation."

For him, the promise of compensation is not something he has to expect.

Even if he spares a little time from his busy schedule, he still wants to stay with her.

Looking around, the plum blossoms during the day are not as lush as those at night.

Turning around and looking behind, it turned out that there was a pavilion in the plum garden.

She would like to know if anyone has ever discovered it if she was carried here at night?

She didn't want to fantasize about that scene in detail.

Now that I see the scene in front of me, I no longer feel the same joy as before.

In the past, she would step forward, but now she stood there without taking a step forward. He pulled her and led her forward, took a plum blossom and put it in her palm. He looked at her seriously: "If you

If you are not happy, I will stay with you today."

"Your Majesty has forgotten that the envoy from the Northern Desert is still here, so how can he spend so much time with me?" He was acting like a child again, and raised a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, not wanting to worry about it. "My concubine is not.

I'm not unhappy, but I'm worried about the emperor."

"Lan'er, there are no outsiders here. You can call me, Shiro."

Often, he would hear her calling him "Emperor", and the more she did so, the more he would feel better.

Seeing that she was silent, he asked again: "Even if it's Haochen?"

"I don't dare."

She didn't dare to call him by his name, it would be disrespectful.

She insisted on this and said coldly: "How dare you resist the order I gave you?"

"Emperor, Shiro loves to threaten me with this matter."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned his head away in embarrassment.

At first she was reluctant to speak, especially if he hadn't been threatened by the emperor, she would have called him.

He just loved to see her coquettish look, holding it like a treasure in the palm of his hand, pinching his nose: "If not, how could you compromise."

She kept looking at him with Ning Si's eyes, bit her lip, and asked extremely cautiously: "Do you really want to stay with me, my concubine?"

"In half an hour, Princess Beimo will enter the palace."
To be continued...