The night was deep, and there were a few stars twinkling in the lonely sky.

Murong Yichuan, the king of fortune, was dealing with some government affairs in his study, with a cup of steaming tea on the table.

King Fu actually didn't need to leave these things to deal with at night, it could be completely handled during the day, because Wanruo, since he was drunk that night, he thought he could improve his relationship with Wanruo, but after waking up, his red and swollen eyes and the residual tears on his face told him that he still hurt her heart after being drunk, and he didn't offend what he said after being drunk, he only remembered that he saw Xuanxuan somewhere in his dream.

In the past few days, King Fu and Wanruo are still inseparable, seeing that the artificial lake in the garden is about to be completed, it is early autumn, but there seems to be an iceberg between them.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door gently, and King Fu asked casually; "Who's out there?"

"Lord Wang; It's the slave Luoxia,"

When he heard that it was Luoxia, King Fu said impatiently; "Is there anything wrong with coming to see this king so late?"

Luoxia replied in a delicate voice; "The slave maid saw that the prince had been busy in the study, and the slave maid specially made some supper for the prince and sent it."

King Fu said coldly No need, this king doesn't need supper, you better take it back

"Lord Wang; This is a part of the slave's heart, the prince used to like to eat the snacks made by the slave and the maid, the prince, you will reward the slave and the maid this time, the slave and the maid have spent a lot of effort for the prince to make, all of which the prince likes to eat. Luo Xia said unwillingly that she hadn't been close to King Fu for a long time.

King Fu was not moved by Luoxia's enthusiasm, but felt that she was wordy

"Didn't you understand what the king said? This king doesn't need supper, you better go back, or this king will let people drive you out. ”

Seeing that King Fu was so resolute, Luo Xia could hear that he was angry, and she also knew that it would be no good for her to continue to entangle, so it was better to quickly retreat and withdraw, so it would be better to settle down

"Since the prince doesn't need it, the slave will retire first." Luo Xia reluctantly took the brocade box and left Murong Yichuan's study.

Murong Yichuan buried his head again in looking at the unfinished notebook, and after a while, there was a knock on the door

King Fu thought that Luoxia was back, so he said impatiently; "This king doesn't need you, don't you understand? If you don't know what to do, don't blame this king for being unkind to you. The tone was as cold as a knife, and the heart of God was boneless

After a while, King Fu heard the footsteps of leaving, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, he hurriedly got up and opened the door, but what he saw was a back like a decisive decision

King Fu chased after him in three steps and two steps, and then grabbed Wanruo's hand

"If it's you, what I just said wasn't aimed at you, don't be angry,"

As if he hadn't looked back, he said coldly; "I'm not angry with the prince, I'm angry with myself, angry at myself for not knowing what to do, angry at myself for being amorous."

King Fu saw that it was like this, he didn't know what to do for a while, he didn't expect that there would be such a misunderstanding, he blamed himself for being too impulsive, if it wasn't for the impulse, how could he say those words, and finally came to the study to see himself, but he heard such words, this may be really a kind of cruelty, it is indeed too hurtful, but now, the words that are said are difficult to collect, and they have deeply stabbed the sensitive heart like tear-jerking, what to do, what to do?

"If, what I said just now is really not aimed at you, if I knew that you would never be like this outside the door, blame me, you can beat me and scold me, as long as you don't get angry, I can do anything for you." The dignified Fuwang Chitose actually put down his body like this, just to make up for the mistake just now

It's like a cold smile; "You are the prince, how can there be a mistake, the time is not early, as if you want to go back to rest, I hope the prince can let go."

"If, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all my fault, can you forgive me?" Once again, King Fu hoped to win forgiveness in a pleading tone

It was as if he was pulling his hand out of King Fu's hand with all his might, and then he resolutely walked away without looking back

King Fu stood in place for a long time, a gust of wind blew, and his body and mind felt so cold

As if returning to the Funing Temple, and then locking the door, she lit all the lights in the room, and the flickering lights stretched her shadow for a long, long time, very lonely, very lonely

Before I knew it, the tears had wet my face, why did I always cry, did I really have endless tears? The wind is dry, the tears are left, when will I be able to really feel comfortable? It was as if she was unconsciously thinking of Zhongli Wenjun in the distance when her heart was aching, that warm face like jade, that warm embrace, that half-acre lotus pond, that quiet campus, that warm thatched hut, and the sound of Xiao Sheng who had been around the beam for three days, how she wished she could snuggle up in his arms and cry well, but she couldn't...... A qiē can only be repeated in a dream, and the coldness of reality makes her heartache unable to breathe,

Night, night, lonely night,

Night; Night; The long night

Night; Night; Who has seen the tears of grief of the brokenhearted?

Who knows the heartache cry of loneliness

Who wiped away her tears, who made her feel comfortable?

(The source of the tears in the Golden House is from the second sentence of the poem "Spring Resentment" by the Tang Dynasty poet Liu Fangping)