His eyes were like the softness of a warm sun, but also like the coldness of a cold sun. That feeling penetrated her whole body.

He tightened his hands and said, "Concubine, please leave."

"stop."

Murong Haochen shouted angrily in a cold voice to stop her, and walked up to her step by step. Her warm palms could feel the cold wind blowing on her cheeks.

His cold eyes gradually turned tender and sweet: "How long have you been standing outside?"

"My concubine has just arrived."

She was clearly lying, those eyes couldn't deceive her.

Just this morning, nothing she said or did could deceive herself.

The frozen hand that touched her had already turned red. Her gentle eyes could detect some of his strength when he held Ye Yilan's hand.

She was placed aside, standing beside him, and saw him take out the exquisite chain in the box.

Inlaid with colorful necklaces, a clear and melodious sound came slowly.

"sit down."

He kept looking at the Yingluo in his hand, indifferently.

She stood aside and looked at him blankly, but she still did it even though she didn't understand.

Seeing him, when she lifted her feet and took off her shoes, Ye Yilan looked at his actions with confusion: "What are you doing?"

"do not move."

The indifferent voice exuded some tenderness.

He lifted up his skirt and put the necklace on his ankle, which just covered the scar.

"Do you still dislike this?"

Ye Yilan leaned forward to take a look, then shook her head and said nothing.

Putting her feet down, he pulled her up and sat in his arms, gently flipping her hair: "This time they happened to have colorful necklaces in their tribute, so I will give them to you. No matter where you are in the future,

Wherever I am, as long as I hear the sound of your feet, I will know it is you."

After shaking the chain under his feet, he actually embedded a bell in it. As long as it moved, he could hear it.

"Concubine, I don't like it anymore."

"you dare!"

After hearing this, Murong Haochen bit her earlobe lightly to punish her, and tightened his hands on his waist, tightly confining her in his arms, refusing to let her move for a moment.

He pinched her chin, looked directly into her eyes with deep affection, and asked extremely sincerely: "Do you really not like me?"

"Shiro knows where I am, and he won't be able to leave even if he wants to in the future."

If there is no bell, she will naturally like it.

But unfortunately, the bell is embedded in it, and it will be found wherever you go in the future.

I would rather not like it than accept it.

"I will never let you go."

Hearing his words, he was so decisive and his face was so serious.

The hand holding her chin rubbed it gently and delicately, staring at her with affectionate eyes, and leaned down.

Seeing this, Ye Yilan stretched out her hand to cover his gradually approaching lips, but was caught by him again, causing her whole body to tilt upward.

The distance between the lips is so close.

She is waiting for him.

He is also waiting for her.

His lips deviated, slowly moving to the side of the face, kissing her carefully.

"Why did another person come here tonight?"

Holding her cold hand, I don't know how long she has been standing outside the door.

How could she, who had been weak since childhood, endure even a little bit of cold?

She didn't know why she came.

Walking in the long corridor, I couldn't see the end in front of me. As I walked, I arrived at Chenlan Hall.

At that moment, she didn't dare to face him.

"If the emperor doesn't like his concubines, maybe I will be like them, quietly living in the palace like a cold palace."

For some reason, Han Xin's words kept popping up in her mind.

If he doesn't love you, he really won't protect you.

You can tell by looking at his attitude towards the other concubines.

But I don’t know how long this love can last.

"Are these words meant with love? If not, we are not allowed to mention them again in the future."

"But..."

He actually rejected these words and refused to give the answer he knew at all.

But in the name of love?

If it was out of love, would you still be so indifferent?

"Lan'er." He frowned, looking at her with indifference in his eyes. "I'll pretend I've never heard of what you said today."

"You never give me a chance. You don't even want to know what I'm thinking."

Seeing him like this, she didn't want to stay in his arms at all, and the more she wanted to struggle and get away.

Murong Haochen calmly watched her messing around, held her waist tightly in his arms again, and angrily yelled: "What are you making up again?"

For the first time, she saw him angry and angry.

In front of him, she was completely helpless.

Tears filled her eyes, and her clenched fists fell on his body.

"I hate you, hate you..."

The voice of hatred is getting smaller and smaller.

Those words of hatred hurt his heart.

He didn't use enough strength to hold her, and she was struggling like that, so he was indeed wrong.

The more she behaves like this, the more heartbroken he becomes.

He picked her up in the air, but she kept her head buried in his arms, and could feel the trembling sound of her crying.

From the moment Murong Haochen was about to let go of her, she held on to him tightly.

From my ears came the soft yet stern warning: "You can hate me, but you must not hate me."

She can neither love nor hate.

There must be no hatred between them. Once there is hatred, he will have no confidence that he can win her heart back.

He wanted her heart domineeringly, but also invaded her heart gently.

Dominance and gentleness coexist.

And she doesn't even know her heart, so how can she invade it?

Her crying gradually stopped, and every time she cried, he felt guilty. His eyes were already red from crying, and he gently stroked away her tears.

"you go."

He took his hand away mercilessly.

"Shall I leave?" Hearing this, he couldn't help but smile. He pinched her nose and said with a smile, "This is Chenlan Palace, and you are the one who should leave."

Originally, she was going to leave, and she never thought about staying here.

She raised her eyes to look at him, her stopped tears welling up again. She hugged his neck, reluctant to let go, and murmured softly: "Has your anger gone?"

He gently held her back with one hand, and a fond smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It's gone."

He had never been truly angry, it was just a moment of confusion that made him lose his sense of proportion.

"Today, did you deliberately not tell Han Xin's identity?"

He grabbed her shoulders, but she kept her eyes down and said nothing.

He didn't want to ask about this matter. But he remembered that her smile this morning was really puzzling to him.

"That's right." She looked directly into his eyes and told him bluntly.

Not to mention Han Xin's outfit, it would not be convincing.
To be continued...