Bai Yueguang, the stand-in for Prince Sick Jiao

Fu Mingjue was imprisoned in Zongzheng Temple, guarded by layers of imperial guards, except for the little eunuch who came to deliver meals every day, no one else could enter.

The sky in Zongzheng Temple is square, with floating clouds and the fragrance of flowers.

Since Sun Fuzhi's visit that day, Fu Mingjue's injuries have healed a lot, and some of them have scabbed over. However, his right hand with the nails stripped off is still stiff, and he can't even hold chopsticks.

He would try again and again, and even though he failed every time, he didn't feel sad, but was glad that he was the only one here.

The little eunuch who delivered the meals would come every day at Chen, Noon, and You. The meals were not cold and bland as imagined, but were all piping hot.

It's just that on this day, the little eunuch who delivered the food came late, and Fu Mingjue didn't hear slight footsteps coming from the yard until the sky completely sank.

The person who came was not the little eunuch, but a girl.

Fu Mingjue pushed open the window, and saw her skirt floating in the hazy moonlight, coming over the moon.But I haven't seen her for a few days, she has lost a lot of weight, her chin is pointed, and her bright eyes are even more dazzling in the dark night.

In the past few days, he would always see such a scene, and the longing in his heart would flood up like spring water as the moonlight passed by.

Sun Fuzhi gave him medicine, which can relieve pain and make people hallucinate.

He didn't dare to stay any longer, bowed and bowed, and quietly exited the hall.

Fu Mingjue's throat was sore and swollen, he leaned over and hugged her, his voice was dull and hoarse: "It hurts."

Outside the window, the moon is like frost, and the breeze is like water.The person hiding in the corner saw the two shadows cast on the window gradually merge, then he narrowed his eyes and tiptoed out.

Fu Mingjue knew that the person who appeared in front of him every night was just a phantom, but even if it was a phantom, he wanted to take another look, at least it would give him a little more hope in the long night.

The depressing cry made the quiet moonlit night a bit desolate, and the wind shook the green bamboo under the eaves, and the small sound seemed to be the weeping of the wind.

"Don't look, it will scare you."

It has nothing to do with love, just want to tell her: he is here.

"Hmm..." Ling Youyao had a strong nasal voice, and carefully pulled off his clothes.

Ling Youyao originally promised not to cry, but seeing him like this, the pain hidden in her heart was peeled off layer by layer, she couldn't help crying on his shoulder.

Fu Mingjue froze, opened his eyes suddenly, and saw the little girl smiling sweetly, his pale face was reflected in the bright and clear eyes.

The tip of his nose was filled with the faint fragrance of peach blossoms, as if something was spreading in his heart little by little, he slowly raised his arms to hug her, and gently rubbed her temples: "I miss you very much, too."

With a "squeak", the door was pushed open.

The footsteps became lighter and lighter, and the familiar fragrance became more and more intense, as if as long as you stretch out your hand, you can hug the person who misses you day and night.

Ling Youyao grabbed his skirt, trying to pull it away to see his injury, but he held his hand.

The little eunuch subconsciously looked at Mr. Li, and the latter signaled him not to talk too much, but to hurry down.

Director Li secretly looked at Fu Xiuyun, and seeing that there was anger in his brows and eyes, he persuaded softly: "Your Majesty, it's late at night, you should also rest."

The shackles on his hands were removed, and his black hair was half scattered on his shoulders. This blackness made his skin whiter.

The intertwined and hideous scars gradually emerged in front of her eyes, and the whip marks and brand marks were like sharp knives, stabbing fiercely into her eyes.Although the wound has healed, one can still see how terrifying it used to be.

"Speak up if you have something to say."

Hearing this, she had a sore nose, and her eyes turned red unconsciously: "Doctor Sun has told me, you don't have to hide it from me, I'm not afraid. You are always hurt, and I don't see you crying every time. Now it's just me Alone, can you let me see your injury?"

Fu Mingjue patted her on the back, unable to say a word of comfort, but hugged her even tighter.

He was tortured in the punishment department for two days, even with the most torturous instruments of torture, he never yelled a word of pain.But when facing Ling Youyao, those forgotten pains surged up endlessly, not only the wounds on the body, but also the pain of being clenched in the heart.

The Zongzheng Temple was heavily guarded, and if he hadn't let Ling Youyao in on purpose, Ling Qingyan wouldn't have been able to do it alone.

I haven't seen you in seven days, but it's still a few years.

Ling Youyao raised her face and kissed the corner of his lips, sobbing: "I will always be with you from now on, never leave again"

He withdrew his hand, closed his eyes and leaned against the window, heard the man's footsteps becoming clearer, and smelled the sweet fragrance of peach blossoms in the night wind.

Seeing the water in her eyes, Fu Mingjue unconsciously let go of her hand, and couldn't bear to say: "Yaoer, don't be sad."

Fu Xiuyun looked up at him: "Do you have a suitable candidate?"

Mr. Li said: "Although the Ling family has disbanded, there are still other people in the court who can compete with it. Why don't you choose someone new?"

Ling Youyao looked up at him, and saw that his face was as old as before, with a sickly white complexion, and the spirit between his brows was also worn away by the long-term loneliness. The person who once looked down on all sentient beings finally fell into the clouds.

Fu Xiuyun stopped suddenly, rubbing the center of his brows wearily: "Now that Ling Yuwei is gone, Cai Yuan dominates the party, and many courtiers insist on my execution of Zilin. It's a bit too impatient to press so hard."

The green lights in the Chengming Palace were like beans, and Fu Xiuyun didn't react after hearing the report from the little eunuch: "I see, you can go down."

At this time, a very soft voice suddenly sounded in my ear: "Brother Zilin, my mother made peach blossom cakes, do you want to try it?"

Manager Li has been with him for many years, and he has a little understanding of the twists and turns in the court, so he naturally understands his concerns.

These days are too tormented. In the endless loneliness, they are like wandering souls aimlessly. They don't know where they came from, let alone where they are going. Only when they truly feel the existence of each other can they feel at ease.

So, he hesitated and said: "Your Majesty, I don't know if I should say something or not."

"Okay." Fu Mingjue wiped away the tears from her face, and kissed her lips tenderly and carefully.

Fu Mingjue was in a daze, and he didn't realize it was not a hallucination until the wound was painfully pressed by her.

Ling Youyao caressed the wound on his shoulder tremblingly, even her voice trembled: "Does it still hurt?"

Although Ling Youyao was smiling, her heart was extremely bitter. She didn't want him to see her crying, so she put her arms around his waist and said softly, "Fu Mingjue, I miss you so much."

Director Li lowered his head and said: "There are many civil and military officials. Although the servants remember some of them, they don't know their character. Your Majesty has to decide on this matter."

Fu Xiuyun snorted coldly, closed the memorial, got up and walked outside.

"Your Majesty, where are you going?"

"Eternal Spring Palace."

Mr. Li was slightly stunned, looking at his back, he murmured in his heart: Although he is afraid of the influence of the Cai family, but still loves Concubine Yu, His Majesty is really becoming more and more incomprehensible.