God of War: Supreme War King

The figure coming towards him was dressed in a blue skirt, covered with a small white jacket, with a silver tassel reflecting the moon hairpin on the bun combed on his head, and the snow-white Cherry Blossom Earrings swayed gently. Under the beautiful e, a pair of pupils looked like water, thin lips were slightly pursed into a line, and his hands were gently held in front of him.

More than 20 years have passed, but years have not engraved any traces on that face, but compared with the year when I first met at the age of 15, my eyebrows have added a bit of mature charm.

Yan longyi breathed suddenly. No, it's impossible. It must be a dream. In a panic, his hand accidentally touched the wine pot on the table. He grabbed the wine pot. Yes, I was drunk, so there was an illusion.

Seeing the familiar figure, walking slowly, closer and closer to yourself

He didn't want to take care of the many anymore. He threw away the wine pot, staggered and rushed to hold her tightly, even if it was an illusion? Infinite gentle voice overflowed from the lips: "jing'er, you can see such beauty when you're drunk."

The woman he held neither made a sound nor struggled, but quietly let him hold her in his arms.

"Jing'er, will you forgive me? You are always the only one in my heart. On that day, I drank too much and your sister was so much like you..." he murmured, his tone full of regret.

The body in his arms suddenly became a little stiff.

"After that incident, I always had a knot in my heart. I always wanted to confess to you, but I was afraid of hurting you. I just didn't expect that the longer it took, the deeper it hurt... Give me a chance to make up for you, okay?"

The sound of "OK" lost the strength of a country's emperor, even a hint of begging.

Still did not get any response, the hall was very quiet, only the smell of wine filled the air.

Yan longyi subconsciously hugged her more tightly, and her voice trembled slightly: "jing'er, I didn't take good care of Ying'er, so Ying'er is now trapped in a wrong feeling. He even likes a man. I'm afraid of hurting him, and I can't let him walk on this crooked road. I really don't know what to do. Will you come back and bear it with me?"

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Time passed imperceptibly in the light of missing. This night, Yan longyi seemed to feel at ease that he had not had in more than 20 years.

The inky night faded slowly, and the dawn rose gradually, sprinkling a meter of sunshine.

Rongxiang, with a trace of relief in the corners of his eyes, went to the Dragon bed and gently called: "emperor, it's time for the early morning."

Yan longyi opened her eyes and slowly sat up from the bed, but her eyes wandered around the hall. She only felt that the great bedroom hall was particularly empty today. The wine pots and glasses on the table had already been cleaned up, but where was the figure of a green shirt?

He shook his heavy head, raised his hand and rubbed the corner of his forehead. His brain gradually became clear. His bleary sleeping eyes were slightly clear, but his doubts were deeper.

Is that really just a dream? Why is it so true? It feels good to hold jing'er. Why disturb such a beautiful dream?

Yan longyi was thinking about it. Suddenly, he heard Rong Xiang's respectful voice: "emperor, the servant is waiting for you to change clothes."

Yan longyi returned to his senses, but he didn't pay attention. Suddenly, he lay in bed again and gave a faint command: "avoid the morning today." then he closed his eyes again and just wanted to make his dream longer.

Rong Xiang was ordered to step down and go to Linghua hall to announce the exemption from the dynasty. Then he went to the imperial study and whispered to Yan Wuzheng, who was still kneeling on the ground, "get up, Lord Yan. The emperor doesn't have to go to the early Dynasty today. You don't have to accompany me."

Yan Wuzheng knelt all day and night. His legs were almost unconscious. He didn't enter the water and rice. Rong Xiang helped him up.

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The beautiful dream did not appear again. While Yan longyi was lost, there was a strange twining in his heart. The scene like a dream lingered in his mind.

Bu Chui fell in front of the imperial study. Yan longyi was still a little absent-minded. He didn't calm down until he went to the imperial study and sat down. He suddenly found that Yan Wuzheng was not here. At that time, he ordered someone to summon him.

Before long, Yan Wuzheng was summoned, knelt down honestly and said respectfully, "Your Majesty."

Yan longyi glanced at him with cold eyes and scolded, "who made you get up?"

Yan Wuzheng was stunned and asked respectfully, "didn't the emperor send his father-in-law to let Wuzheng get up?"

Yan longyi frowned, Rong Xiang? How could he dare to falsely preach the edict? Did I drink too much? Then he shouted, "Rong Xiang."

Rong Xiang came in from the outside of the imperial study, walked to the desk and bowed to salute, but heard a cold voice: "did you let Yan Wuzheng get up?"

"The servant acted according to the master's order and asked Lord Yan to get up." Rong Xiang looked natural and replied respectfully.

Yan longyi is even more strange. Rong Xiang certainly doesn't dare to fake the imperial edict and deceive the king. What's the matter? After thinking for a while, he whispered to himself, "is it true that yesterday's dream of holding jing'er was so beautiful that I forgot what I ordered?"

Yan Wuzheng's eyes are transient. Is the queen back? The father emperor has never been exempt from the court for no reason for so many years. How can he suddenly avoid the court today?