After rebirth, Her Royal Highness is a black lotus flower

Chapter 53
As we walked farther and farther away, the flames became weaker and weaker.

Shen Qianzhao raised his eyes and glanced at the sky, with the corners of his mouth slightly curved, "Appreciate the moon, I never thought Mr. Song is still an elegant person."

Song Huai's tone was flat, "It's not elegant."

"I don't know how the moonlight was that night?" Shen Qianzhao asked.

Song Huai paused for a moment, he was confused that night, where did he see the moonlight, how did he know it.

Seeing that Song Huai didn't answer for a long time, Shen Qianzhao smiled, with gentleness on his white and tender face, and fire in his eyes, "It seems that Master Song doesn't remember."

Song Huai lowered his eyes, and a slightly dark figure elongated in front of him in the firelight, "I don't remember."

Shen Qianzhao looked at her feet. There was still some distance between her and Song Huai's figure, but they were still walking side by side. Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she quietly moved her hand so that the hand on the shadow would follow her.
Bit by bit, the shadow quietly overlapped with another shadow, and it looked as if two people were holding hands.

The corners of Shen Qianzhao's lips curved, and his voice was sweet, "I think the moonlight that night was probably as beautiful as it is today."

Song Huai was taken aback, raised his eyes and glanced at the sky, the moon was firmly locked by the thick clouds, where did the moonlight come from?
He looked at Shen Qianzhao's fair little face, those smart eyes were as bright as stars, clear and seductive.

In an instant, everything around him seemed to be still, and he could hear his heart beating in his chest, beating extremely fast
No matter how beautiful the moonlight is, how can it be as good as the person in front of you.

On the way back to Yongle Hall, Song Huai carried a lantern, led Shen Qianzhao, and protected it on the side inside.

Deeper and more exposed, I am most afraid that some palace people will collide.

Sending Shen Qianzhao to the entrance of the hall, Song Huai stood at the foot of the doorstep, looking at the slender figure at the door, followed him with his eyes, and he could leave only after Shen Qianzhao entered the hall safely.

The moment Shen Qianzhao stepped on the gate of the hall, he turned around and looked quietly at Song Huai.

The lights flickered, reflecting Song Huai's bright face, and the usual indifference seemed to be much milder.

Shen Qianzhao's eyes were slightly curved, his red lips were drawn up, and his sweet voice was bright and soft, "I don't know if you still have that square handkerchief, sir?"

Song Huai's eyes were deep, and he clenched his hand holding the lantern a little more. He replied in a calm voice, "This subordinate is reckless, the handkerchief has been lost, please punish me, Your Highness."

Hearing what Song Huai said, Shen Qianzhao was not annoyed, the corners of his lips curled lazily, "It doesn't matter if you lose it, if you find it easy to use, as long as your lord speaks, I don't say it's just one, ten can be taken." inexhaustible."

Song Huai's heart moved slightly, but his eyes were indifferent, "Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness."

Shen Qianzhao was not in a hurry, she treated Song Huai more patiently.

She hooked her lips and smiled, "May your lord have a good dream tonight."

After finishing speaking, she turned around and entered the bedroom, closing the door behind her.

Song Huai stood there for a while, until the candles in the hall were extinguished, then he walked away and returned to his room.

Without lighting the candle, he took out an embroidered handkerchief from the interlayer of the pillow. The embroidered handkerchief was embroidered with the word "Zhao" on it, and it was not the same handkerchief that Shen Qianzhao forced into Song Huai.

Song Huai held the handkerchief in the palm of his hand. Shen Qianzhao hadn't mentioned such a handkerchief for a long time. Just now, he thought that Shen Qianzhao's sudden question was awakened and wanted to take back the handkerchief.

Therefore, he subconsciously said that the handkerchief was lost.

Obviously he should return the veil, but he was actually unwilling in his heart.

Suddenly, a weak wind blew, and a cold light flashed across Song Huai's eyes, and he yelled coldly, "Who!"

　What is beautiful is not the moonlight, but the people under the moon
　　
　
(End of this chapter)