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Chapter 309 You must pity me and I pity you (one more)
"I don't care about anything else, I only recognize you in this life of Jue Zhanshu. You are my only holy one, the eternal holy one, and the eternal god in my heart."

Gong Jue Zhanshu didn't turn his face away, but just focused on the work at hand.

But on his turned away face, tears had flooded his immature face like a flood.

He is the saint of the previous life, my father-killing enemy, and a sinner, but at the same time, he is also your father.

It was he who killed my father, not you. You shouldn't pay for his crimes and suffer the pain of losing your father, just like me.

You have endured too much, for me, for Tianxuan Palace, and for the world.

"Your Majesty, why did you leave Tianxuan Hall so late today, and still use your determination to travel thousands of miles to the capital..." Gongjue Chanshu stretched out his hand and pulled up the quilt that was about to slip off the boy's body, and asked softly, "You You know your body today...you can't bear it in bed, why are you still... still running around like this..."

Gong Jue Chanshu tried his best to ask calmly, without showing the slightest doubt.

Hearing the question, the young man was silent for a long time, with his lowered head almost buried in his chest, a weak voice came softly, but it didn't seem to be answering the question, but talking to himself.

"This year is the first time that Yan'er can leave home and go out for the Holy Xuan Festival. After coming down from Yingtian Tower, she must not be willing to go back to the house directly. She wants to take a walk on the street and have a look.

Then she was alone on the street, with no one to accompany her, she looked at the lights of thousands of houses, and the family reunion, but she was alone, she must feel uncomfortable. "

The young man didn't raise his head, he just spoke in a calm and breezy manner, which was commonplace and unremarkable.

The young man said it easily, but Jue Chanshu was surprised when he heard it, his mouth was wide open, and he was dumbfounded for a long time before he recovered and tried his best to hide his surprise and said: "So...you are suffering from blood flowing back all over your body, The pain of bursting meridians, from the Tianxuan Palace in the southwest corner of the mainland, rushed all the way to the capital, just to accompany Xuan Wanyan to spend... a festival?"

Gong Jue Zhanshu carefully concealed his surprise and did not reveal his doubts about the boy, but his tone still inevitably carried a hint of "What!? How could it be so absurd?!".

"What? Do you think there's something wrong?" Hearing this, the young man slowly raised his head buried in his chest, and his eyes fell on Gongjue Chanshu's body unsteadily, lax but fierce.

"Zhan Shu dare not dare! How could Zhan Shu question your decision! You have always been the most wise and powerful existence in this world!" Gong Jue Zhan Shu apologized again and again, but he felt a little more relaxed.

Such fierce, self-imposing, and unquestionable ones are like the Holy One.

Such fragile, low, like broken jade is really strange to Gong Jue Zhanshu.

"Hmph..." The young man glanced away at Jue Chanshu, snorted coldly, and lowered his head again, apparently not believing what Jue Chanshu just said.

Gong Jue Zhanshu didn't speak anymore, just sat quietly by the side with the young man, waiting for the sky to light up again, and for the wounds to heal.

After being silent for an unknown amount of time, the boy opened his mouth softly again, as if he was explaining, or muttering to himself.

"Also, today...is my birthday, I want to spend it with Yan'er.

Wugou Palace is too dark and too cold. "

It's like an isolated island abandoned by the happy world, and it's like falling into an abyss of thousands of miles, a vast ocean of hundreds of miles.

Everyone is making a wish to the Holy One with full of hope, but they don't know that the Holy One is playing games on the verge of life and death, too busy to take care of themselves.

Being with Yan'er is different, she can laugh, she can cry, she can make the boy laugh and cry too.

On this day, she needs him, and he needs him.

On this day, Qing must pity me and I pity Qing.

The boy's voice was soft and low, and under the hoarse voice, there was a little bit of grievance and longing, just like a child who is wronged and acts like a spoiled child.

Gong Jue Chanshu was shocked when he heard this, and instantly sat up straight in horror, looking at the boy in surprise.

Your Majesty...

The boy had already buried his head in his chest again, the black hair hanging on both sides was smooth and soft, it seemed not much different from an ordinary boy.

The next day Wanyan woke up early, ready to go to court.

Since the beginning of winter, the days have been getting colder and the days are getting shorter, and it is not yet bright in the morning, so getting up has become the most painful moment of Xuan Langzhong's day.

In the morning for more than a month, no matter how earnestly Lan Yu tried to wake her up, Wanyan just didn't want to get out of the warm blanket, couldn't bear to stretch her little arms and legs into the cold world, and didn't sleep until morning. On the verge of being late, I will never get up.

But today, when Lan Yu came in with her warm official clothes, Wanyan had already finished washing and was sitting at the table to make up.

"Sister Lanyu, good morning!" Wanyan said morning to Lanyu from the mirror, her expression changed from the tiredness and reluctance of the past, she was full of energy and high spirits.

"Morning, Yan'er." Lan Yu replied with a faint smile, put the official uniform that had just been warmed on Wanyan's body, and said gently: "Your complexion and energy are good this morning, it seems that Yan'er slept well last night nice."

Wanyan stretched out her hand to pull the official uniform, and nodded in front of the mirror, her eyes were sparkling, "Yes, yes, I slept well!"

Lan Yu nodded, didn't say any more, and turned around to help Wan Yan tidy up the jade belt.

But in her heart, Sapphire understands very well, just how can a good sleep make Wanyan so happy, even her eyes are twinkling with stars.

There is only one thing that can make Wanyan like this, Heng Li is back.

Half an hour later, at the gate of the palace.

At the gate of the palace before dawn, only a few carriages came sporadically, against the backdrop of the moon hanging high above the turret, it seemed even more empty and silent.

Wrapped in a thick cloak, Wanyan stood at the gate of the palace with an otter fur hand warmer in her hands, her figure was tall and straight, her breath brought out a white breath, which added some warmth to the thin morning night.

The officials who came in one after another saw Wanyan, regardless of their official positions, they all said hello and exchanged pleasantries.

After waiting in the cold wind for about a quarter of an hour, another carriage "creaked" and stopped at the gate of the palace. The young man walking beside the carriage, dressed in brocade with a sword, was Luan Feng.

Seeing Luan Feng's figure, Wanyan walked up quickly and waited by the car.

"Morning Xiaoxuan." Luan Feng saluted Wanyan and said hello, his tone was not the usual grudging.

But Luan Feng's face was obviously not as rosy as before, and his whole body was somewhat tired and listless.

(End of this chapter)