The palace concubine is charming and chaotic: the country is still the same

Chapter 13 Homeland Dream (1)

Homeland Dream (1)

Facing the cool breeze of the light moon, Lan Yue followed the emperor's luan car all the way back to Bailu Palace. The palace people of Bailu Palace seemed to have known that the emperor would come and waited outside the palace early.

Following the "see the emperor" in unison, the bright yellow figure stepped down from the Luanjia, and Lan Yue immediately stepped forward to lead the emperor into the bedroom.

The curtains in the dormitory fluttered with the evening wind, and the candlelight flickered on and off, enveloping the room in a bleak and cold.

On the bed, a delicate figure was sitting halfway, with a look of fear on his face.

The next moment, the emperor embraced her and asked deeply, "Yan Ran, is this a nightmare?"

Mu Yanran leaned in his arms, and replied slightly choked with sobs: "The concubine dreamed about the years in Yan Kingdom again, when the Emperor Yan ransacked Mu's family, I was lucky to be saved by the emperor's rescue." Life, but those days have been hidden in the dark and cannot see the light, worrying all day long, for fear that the identity will be revealed the next moment..."

"It's been eight years, and you still can't forget it." His voice sighed slightly, drifting into Lan Yue's ears.

Although the two of them said something that made all the palace people puzzled, only Lan Yue had a bitter and ironic smile on her lips.

Yes, it's been eight years.

But there are some things that cannot be erased by time. Everything that happened eight years ago has been deeply burned in her heart, and it is impossible to forget it until she dies.

Lanyue put away the hatred in her eyes, slowly raised her head, and carefully looked at the unmasked emperor Suchen. Under the candlelight, the floor-to-ceiling gauze curtain of the bed cast a layer of gentle color in a trance. When sprinkled on Su Chen's face, it seemed that he was more and more beautiful, his black and white eyes were shining with silence, the darkness was boundless, and his tightly pursed lips seemed to block all emotions, making people unable to see through and touch.

"Tonight, I will stay with you." After Su Chen's words fell, all the palace people immediately exited the palace cautiously.

Only Lanyue was still standing stiffly on the spot, her expression was a bit wrong, Qin Xin pushed her arm, and said in a low voice, "Go out."

Lan Yue suddenly came back to her senses, and found that Su Chen was looking at her, she lowered her head in panic, suppressed her lost expression, and left the bedroom as if fleeing with Qin Xin.

After leaving the bedroom, Lan Yue's heartbeat gradually cooled down from the initial frenzy, and finally calmed down.

"Lan Yue, what's the matter with you?" Qin Xin asked in a low voice, she could clearly feel Lan Yue's emotional fluctuations in the past few days.

"It's okay..." Lan Yue shook her head, but she couldn't help the steam in her eyes: "I, I want to be alone."

Qin Xin stopped talking, and saw the teardrops shining in her eyes, which seemed to roll down her cheeks in the blink of an eye.

Lan Yue walked out of Bailu Palace, her hair was already wet with dew, like dust and frost.

At this time, she was in a trance, and the tears in her eyes were stubbornly refusing to fall, but she was just holding on.

What always flashed in her mind was the face of Su Chen just now, she still could not accept that that face turned out to be the emperor, Su Chen.

After a long time, the tears she held back finally rolled down, and she ran crazily on the path shrouded in darkness.

Until she couldn't run anymore, she sat down on the ground weakly, looking at the vast darkness around her, she murmured to herself: "How could it be him?"

She caressed her cheek suddenly, startled in her heart: "Will he recognize me... Then my eight years of hard work will be in vain." Thinking of this, she shook her head mockingly: "At the beginning I It's just a child, and more than ten years have passed, he can't remember me."

With his hand, he firmly grasped the tender grass beside him, and his five fingers ached.

The scent of gardenias blew past, and although it was summer, the cool wind felt bitingly cold on her body, and she couldn't help shivering.

Gradually, her mind cleared up a lot. She wiped away the tears from her face and got up from the ground.

Counting the days, since the last time we met, it has been more than half a year since I have contacted him in person, so it is time to meet him in person.

(End of this chapter)