Concubine comes to disaster

"If you have the guts to like it, but don't have the guts to admit it, I despise you!" Hitomi Zhuye's words lingered in his mind, lingering.

His younger brother seems to be domineering and perverted, and he doesn't follow the rules, but his temperament of daring to love and dare to hate really makes him a little envious.

Zhu Yaohuang rubbed his temples with both hands, put the cherry blossom hairpin back into his arms, and said to Leng Mei——

"Is Liusu waiting outside?"

"Go back to Your Highness, the princess is still waiting for His Highness' call."

Emperor Zhuyao put the cherry blossom hairpin in his arms, swiped ink on the snow-white rice paper, and wrote sixteen characters.

Staring at it for a long time, until the ink was dry, he stood up——

The word fell to the ground, bent over with cold eyebrows, picked up the word, stared at it, and sighed suddenly.

Even if he is not on the throne, His Highness always cares about the world.

Walking outside the hall, from a distance, I saw Liusu sitting there, three points noble, seven points agile, with a slight smile on his face, like a flower blooming in autumn, beautiful and beautiful, unique a stick.

Changing out of her phoenix robe, like him, she wrapped herself in a white dress, showing an exquisite figure. The white silk was like a wisp of smoke, and the bamboo vines were outlined on the green background so vividly that it seemed to emit a faint bamboo fragrance.

He walked towards her step by step, and when he felt him approaching, Liusu stood up——

four eyes meet,

She looked up at him.

He stared down at her.

In this stare at each other like no one else.

The two of them seemed to have experienced the flowers blooming and withering a thousand times, and seen Yun Shu Yunjuan ten thousand times.

"The shadow puppetry is so good, I heard it all." Finally, he stood a step away from her and said softly. Just now, the fierce aura of one man fighting thousands of horses and horses receded, and a handsome man in white stood in front of her. before.

It doesn't deliberately show momentum, but it also gives people the feeling of being safe in the sky, earth and sky.

"You're finally awake...Brother Prince..." She said with a smile, but tears couldn't help rolling down her cheeks. There was a sense of relief and an indescribable...grievance.

Looking at her crystal clear teardrops and pink cheeks, he couldn't help raising his hand to wipe away the tears, but when he was about to touch her face, he pulled it back abruptly.

Instead, he took the silk handkerchief from the side and handed it to her——

"Now, I am no longer the prince, but the king of Lanling." He told her, watching her lower her head and wipe her tears.

"Whether it is the crown prince or the king of Lanling, you are the emperor Zhu Yao." She returned the handkerchief with her tears on it and said.

After hearing this, Zhu Yaohuang was slightly stunned, "Yes, I have always been Zhu Yaohuang. I woke up, and I won't get hurt easily again, because... I don't want you to face so much pressure alone."

After hearing this, Liusu felt a sense of peace in her heart, smiled lightly, and nodded, "Yeah."

"Is the injury on the knee healed?" He was still thinking about the scars he saw on her body when he was in Jiangbei.

"It's been done a long time ago. Sister Lengmei brought me the best ointment."

"Okay, you go down."

"Well, I'm going to see the fourth brother. He was injured and he is still not recovering, because I was injured."

"En." Zhu Yaohuang nodded, Liusu lowered his head, turned around from his side, and left.

"That's right..." Emperor Zhu Yao suddenly said.

Liusu turned to look at him.

"Lisu, no matter what, do what you want to do, make your own real choice, I just want to see you happy."

"Thank you, Brother Prince." Liusu said, and accompanied by Leng Mei, he went back to Huaqing Palace.

Zhu Yaohuang watched her slowly disappearing back.

This is an unspeakable, deep, faint, long-flowing feeling that is buried in my heart. No one else can know it, but it is unforgettable...

The sixteen characters Zhu Yaohuang just wrote on the paper were——

It's too old to be forgotten.

The smile is also slight, and the pain is also slight.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, gathering and separation.

Involuntary, involuntary.

……

Leng Mei folded up the sixteen characters and carefully put them into Emperor Zhuyao's scroll.

"Do you have doubts?" Emperor Zhu Yao asked.

"What the Thirteenth Lord said is not unreasonable." Leng Mei said, "I have always admired the Thirteenth Lord. He is upright and upright. He dares to love and hate. If he loves, he will actively fight for it and never hurt others. Your Highness, you... You... where is love?

Zhu Yaohuang smiled but said nothing: "Where is it not?"

"When I meet the person I love, how can I not even say a word of love? And let the princess leave early, how can this be love?" Leng Mei still couldn't understand Zhu Yaohuang's attitude.

Zhu Yaohuang smiled and replied: "I know it in my heart, this is it."

"Your Highness, since the fourth master has become the emperor, all the responsibilities are his. Why do you..."

"After all, that was originally my position and my responsibility. Now, it's just a different form. King Lanling has a heavier responsibility than the crown prince."

She raised her eyebrows coldly, at that moment, she seemed to see a trace of desolation and helplessness in Emperor Zhuyao's eyes.

Love to the depths, it turned out to be, not to mention love...

That night, Emperor Zhuyao stood in front of a portrait in Donghua Hall for a whole night.

The deep hall of Jinluan is still carved with railings and dragon pans, with painted beams and cornices.

The heavy building conceals the coldness of the Sheng.

After Liusu came out of Donghua Hall, she went to Huaqing Hall to get a bottle of ointment to go to the dark bedroom. It was contained in a small blue porcelain bottle, and she held it in her hand, and the small porcelain bottle also had her temperature.

"Princess, the emperor has already rested, the princess will come back another day." After Luo Nian went to report to Zhu Minglie, he replied to Liusu.

"Since this is the case, then I won't bother you. This is the ointment I brought over. Please take it to the emperor." Tassel handed the small porcelain bottle into Luo Nian's hands

"Yes, as ordered."

Liusu turned and left, walked a few steps, then turned around and said to Luo Nian, "Luo Nian, please tell the emperor to take care of himself, and... I'm sorry."

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