Prince: Your Princess is Exposed

Three days later.

As far away as Xiliang, it has become the empress's young words. After leaving Dongqi for many years, she returned again.

The whole palace is very quiet, as if the fire three days ago did not exist at all.

In the palace, there was no cry.

Everything is so calm and stable.

The only difference with the past is that the emperor has been on strike for three days.

Even if the emperor has not been seen in the palace.

The emperor shut himself up in the hall, and no one was allowed to disturb him.

Magnificent palace.

A solemn and lonely atmosphere.

In the whole hall, there is not a trace of white flags, as if no one has ever died.

Only in the corner, scattered all over the picture album.

Or far or near.

The gown stands upright.

Occasionally two people appear.

Si Heng buried himself in these paintings.

Young CI came from afar, and I could see that all the people in this painting were Si Heng.

These are all paintings made by dye Changsong.

Step by step, the young man walked slowly to the corner.

Once that high spirited, although in the body is not good, still give a person a kind of gentle and moist like jade comfortable man.

At the moment, there is only one piece of drawing paper in my hand.

Looking at these paintings, I don't speak or move.

There was no reaction.

In the past, no matter when and where the smile will be hanging on the face, now disappeared clean.

Staring at the painting in front of me, I have no reaction to the people who come in.

"She, really..."

A hoarse voice came from Si Heng's ear.

The tone seems to be full of disbelief, the voice is dumb to test.

But that simple few words, the body side of the person, in the end is not finished.

There are no people, no bodies.

Maybe

Looking at the man in front of him, he always has a trace of hope in his heart.

Maybe she's still alive, but she doesn't want to keep such a cool palace

Unexpectedly, the driver sitting on the ground.

There was a slight reaction.

He reached out and slowly touched the painting in front of him.

But the place where the fingertips touch is the grass beside the statue.

There seems to be someone he wants to see.

"She's not dead." Si Heng stares at the painting in front of him. He doesn't know what he is thinking. He seems to be telling the two people in front of him, and he seems to be just talking to himself.

Others don't know.

I never know about it.

He died three years ago.

At the beginning, the emperor wrote a letter to tell him that he did not dare to let ran Changge know about it, nor did he dare to let his grandmother know about it.

But three years later, the man who had died stood in front of him alive.

Decadent confused for many days of Si Heng, now from the bottom of my heart produced a trace of stubborn.

"If you can come back, so can she..."

He knew he was wrong. He knew he was wrong.

As long as she comes back, even if she wants to leave the palace forever, he can promise

As long as she can, come back

When the person on the side of the body comes in and leaves.

Si Heng has not put in the eye at all, do not know at all.

In his eyes, only the painting in front of him.

Or it's complete, or it's burned, and there's only half left.

Or old things.

But all these things, now in his eyes, are more precious than any painting

These, are long songs left to him, once a sincere, full of his evidence.

She likes herself so much that she must be reluctant to leave.

Si Heng murmured in a low voice unconsciously, "long song, I know you are angry. Good, I've been worried for too long, ok..."