The night was already very deep, and the white moonlight sprinkled on the entire palace, making it even more calm and quiet. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yu Chusheng lay on the bed and flipped it several times, and the soft touch left by Luo Yunqing when she stroked her hair was always in her mind.

It seems that just thinking about it makes her heart ripple slightly, crispy and numb.

The corners of her mouth unconsciously pursed a smile, covered her somewhat hot face, pulled up the quilt, and laughed lowly twice.

She has always been very slow about feelings, but at this moment she knows that her heart is budding.

The cold man who made her tremble with fright because of his cold aura when she met for the first time warmed her heart many times.

Maybe you should really, say goodbye to the past.

She got up in one fell swoop, rubbed her forehead, and remembered the scene when Bai Yichen followed Luo Caiyun submissively, and she was disgusted.

Putting on her clothes, she poured out her little white dress and underwear from the cupboard, as well as the broken white sandals, which she carefully placed on the bed, and looked at them for a moment.

Smile.

Life is always impermanent, and all she can do seems to be acceptance.

I also remembered the sentence that the dustless Taoist priest said, "If you come, you will be safe." She condensed her eyebrows, held the pile of things that symbolized the past in her arms, took the fire fold, and tiptoed open the door, the palace was peaceful, she closed the door, went around to the pavilion next to the pond, put the things on the stone table first, she sat on the stone bench, rubbed her eyebrows, as if she was making some important decision.

Finally, she opened her mouth and whispered: "Yu Chusheng, live here." "First grab the little dress, squat on the ground, and light it with a fire fold.

The skirt is a very soft fabric, just a moment, the flames flew up, and Yu Chusheng's resolute face reflected the firelight, which was a little weird in the dark night.

She reached out and took off the panties on the table, and just threw them on the fire, about to reach for the underwear on the table, when she heard a clear voice from behind: "What? The Anning Mansion has treated you badly? ”

Yu Chusheng just picked up the hand of his underwear, stood up, and turned around.

Luo Yunqing stood there, his temperament was as cold as ever, and there was no expression on his good-looking face, like a god who couldn't be touched from above.

She looked at the underwear she was holding in her hand - Luo Yunqing shouldn't recognize it.

She smiled, her eyes seemed to be sprinkled with white moonlight, and Luo Yunqing's reflection could be seen inside, she thought about it and whispered: "No, the palace has never treated me badly, and the prince is also very good to me." ”

She didn't sensationalize, her words came from the heart and from the bottom of her heart.

Luo Yunzhi walked over, looked at the small dress that had been burned to ashes on the ground, and then looked at the underwear in Yu Chusheng's hand, his eyebrows frowned, and there was a puzzled look on his face.

But he didn't ask questions, and whispered: "This king still thinks that you are sneaking here in the middle of the night to burn down the palace." That tone seemed to be a little blameful.

Yu Chusheng saw the puzzled look on his face, a little embarrassed, and twitched the corners of his mouth, but he still looked calm and said, "No, just burn something." ”

Luo Yunqing nodded lightly, recognizing the sandals on the table as the strange thing she wore on her feet when they first met.

A thought suddenly arose in my heart.

He walked up to her and saw that there was a bit of sadness in her eyes that she was desperately trying to hide, mixed with some helplessness, but her dark eyes were staring directly at him.

He sat down on the stone bench and said, "Go ahead." The voice streaked through the silence, and there was a hint of the coolness of an autumn night.

Yu Chusheng gave him a slap in his heart, took his underwear generously, lit it with a fire fold, and then threw the pair of white sandals into the burning flame.

Finally, everything was reduced to ashes.

Yu Chusheng stood up and sat on the stone bench, originally a little sleepy, but the cold touch from her hips made her a little more sober.

She looked at Luo Yunqing, he just looked at the pool of white light on the other side, there was still no expression on his face, but his eyes revealed that he was pondering.

Could it be that he was curious about where she came from?

Yu Chusheng's heart sank, and he spoke: "Why doesn't the prince sleep late at night?" ”

He came back to his senses, put his eyes on her, looked at her for a few moments, and then turned his head away, his voice was light without a trace of waves: "I dreamed." ”

Yu Chusheng remembered the strange dreams he always had.

But I heard Luo Yunqing say again: "I dreamed of the king's mother." ”

When Luo Yunqing's mother died, he was only five years old, and he didn't quite understand what death was, only that if a person died, he would never come back.

He remembered that day, he was studying with Luo Yunde with Taifu, he memorized scriptures well, and Taifu praised him for his talent.

It was at that time that the bad news came, and the close father-in-law next to his father rushed to him, sweat beads rolled down one by one, holding his still immature little hand, and his voice was sad: "Your Royal Highness Six, Concubine Qi, the emperor is extremely sad, Your Highness should follow the old slave to take a look!" ”

Although he was not born by the queen, his father loved him very much.

When the five-year-old was pulled to Wanglan Palace in a daze, his father had already come out of the palace, his eyes were red like a beast, as if he was full of hatred, but there were tears in them, stuck there and refused to shed out.

The man who was wise and martial in the court, and who had all kinds of tenderness for his mother, walked up to him, picked him up, rested his face on his still weak shoulder, and immediately wet his clothes with tears.

The man's body was still trembling, and his voice was sad: "Qing'er, your mother is gone, your mother is gone, it is my father who did not take care of her." ”

At the age of five, he was still very ignorant, only knowing that he would have no mother concubine in the future, and he cried out with a "wow".

He was in his father's arms, kicking his legs vigorously to go down, crying: "Father is a liar! Father deceives! Last night, the mother also told an interesting story to her son! ”

His father gently patted him on the back and said, "Qing'er, you still have your father, your father will definitely take care of you in the future, Qing'er, you must be strong in the future." ”

In the end, he didn't even see the last face of his mother, and only vaguely remembered that someone carried his mother's body out of Wanglan Palace.

Then his father ordered that no one would be allowed to set foot in the Wanglan Palace in the future, but he often led him and told him which palace his mother liked the most during her lifetime, and where he liked to sit and watch him review the folds.

Later, he asked his father why his mother had suddenly gone when she was fine, but as soon as he mentioned his mother, his father would be extremely sad, and told him that she had suddenly suffered from a very serious illness, and the imperial doctor could not cure her, and he was not allowed to mention the death of his mother.

After so many years, he couldn't remember what his mother looked like, but he remembered that she was a very bright woman, the favorite woman of his father.