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Chapter 967 The pain on my body is not at all comparable to my heartache

Rong Jiuge returned to the imperial study room in a daze, and then, the sound of "cracking" kept ringing, loud and small.

Su Desheng bowed his body like a sieve and stood guard outside.

He kept chanting Amitabha in his heart, one was for the lost little prince, and hoped that child would go well all the way, and the other was to save himself in advance, after all, he had never seen such a big anger from the emperor in so many years. This anger will burn on him in a moment.

At this time, Ye Zixuan also walked outside the imperial study.

As soon as Su Desheng saw him, it was as if he had seen a savior, and he hurriedly said bitterly, "Oh, my lord, you are finally here. I thought you were leaving the palace to go back to the lord, so go in and persuade the emperor." Come on, the anger hurts the body, the internal injuries on the emperor's body are not healed yet!"

Ye Zixuan curled his lips with a smile that was not a smile, and looked sideways at him, "You need someone to tie the bell to untie the bell. Now, even if the truth comes in, it won't help. It's better to let him vent. Dissipate your anger and save us from suffering."

Su Desheng, "..." Mr. Xiang, what you said makes sense, but the slave couldn't refute it.

After a while, the movement in the imperial study room gradually disappeared.

Only then did Ye Zixuan tidy up the slightly wrinkled brocade robe on his body, and calmly opened the door and walked in.

Ink ink, ink stones, and fragments of porcelain, torn in half... Memorials are all over the place.

What surprised him the most was Rong Jiuge who was lying on the ground with no image at the moment.

After being stunned for a moment, Ye Zixuan walked forward slowly, avoiding the mess on the ground.

He walked to the side of the person lying on the ground, knelt down and sighed in a low voice, "Oh, Jiuge, why are you bothering? You still have injuries on your body. You were in Weiyang Palace just now, and you activated your internal strength again. The imperial concubine, she I know...it will hurt."

Ye Zixuan looked at his slumped appearance, his face was full of helplessness.

After all, for more than a year, he can be regarded as a witness of the relationship between Rong Jiuge and Yu Qingcheng.

Things have reached the point where it is today, and it seems on the surface that it is really irreparable.

However, his heart is like a mirror, as long as feelings start, how easy is it to end?

Hearing this, Rong Jiuge couldn't help but sneered, half mocking.

His arms were covering his eyes, and his voice was extremely hoarse, "How could she feel sorry for me when her heart is so cruel, heh, the words she said just now are really heart-wrenching, and the pain on her body is not at all comparable to my pain." heartache."

Ye Zixuan pursed his lips, but did not speak.

After all, he didn't have any position to comment on this matter.

After a while, Rong Jiuge stood up from the ground. Except for the redness of his eyes and the slight wrinkling of the dragon robe on his body, there was no other abnormality.

He sat back in front of the dragon case, and said in a deep voice, "Su Desheng, let someone come in and clean up."

Su Desheng outside the door gave a jolt, quickly summoned several young eunuchs, and walked in lightly.

Facing the mess in the hall, they all lowered their heads, doing things in silence, not daring to make a sound.

After all, the person serving in front of the imperial court must be efficient, so everything was cleaned up soon, and the imperial study room returned to its original appearance.

Su Desheng picked up all the memorials scattered on the ground, sorted them, and put them back on the dragon case.

He hesitated and asked, "Your Majesty, some of the memorials have been spilled with ink, the handwriting cannot be seen clearly, and some have been torn. How should we deal with these?"

(End of this chapter)