Wan'er was speechless, and her autumn-like face was still the usual blandness. She leaned forward, silently put down the food box she was carrying, opened the lid and took out the wine, food, dishes and chopsticks inside one by one. Luo sleeves are sandwiched with a wisp of dark incense, such a neat and capable skillful movement.

Such a calm and calm momentum is clearly indifferent and peaceful, and there is clearly a silent oppression and stubbornness, only the illusion that it is provoking something.

Soon Li Dan's mood was a little unstoppable, only to feel that his face rushed to the door, and something suddenly settled in his heart, he raised his hand to accept Ming Huang Guang sleeves, and then put his hand behind him like a self-deprecating look.

Wan'er didn't know how she provoked this taciturn emperor, but she also had a faint emotion in her heart.

At this time, he laughed lightly twice, and looked at Wan'er with a deep look: "Taiping and San Lang, are they all okay?" ”

At this time, Li Dan was a little poignant and decadent by Yuehua Yinbo, and because of his bright yellow dragon robe that was too inconsistent with his situation, just his casual words and eyes would make the cold woman who often came to visit, silently comfort, and relieve him unexpectedly touched and softened a heart that he thought had become dead ashes.

The candle flame flickered, and Wan'er, who was concealed, raised her long eyelashes, and she raised her lips a little: "San Lang, this kid has given himself a nickname 'Apu', which is domineering and a little arrogant...... However, because Empress Wu forgot them in the Ganye Temple, San Lang and the princess are all fine. Raise your eyes.

It's good because it's forgotten. Is it desolation? The Desperate ...... Or is it sad rejoicing?

The fine sand in the leak sifted through the sifting sound, and it was like singing and harmonizing with the wind passing through the hall. The atmosphere is quiet and melancholy.

Li Dan is not surprised that Wan'er even knows about Longji's nickname so clearly. Because he understands that Wan'er is the eyes of the Empress Wu, and paying attention to every move of the Li Tang clan is a daily routine that the Empress Wu never lacks.

There was a momentary silence, but the atmosphere gradually became harmoniously warm. Li Dan changed his incomprehensible and sincere tone, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, he raised his head slightly, and asked Wan'er again: "Over the years, why did you dare to accompany me and visit me?" He didn't know why he suddenly said such a thing to her, but a hot fire was suddenly stored in his heart, but because of the illusion of the situation in which he was in a desperate situation, those lingering feelings that could not be had always became more rare, "Is this the mother's will, or your own will?" Quietly, he asked again.

Wan'er froze for a moment, and the candlelight in the room was shaken by the ghostly wind that pierced through the hall on this ghostly autumn night. There was a slight touch on Ting's lips, and his teeth were half-exposed: "Is there any difference between the two?" "The indifferent color of the face will not fade for a long time. She paused slightly, and her eyes fell on Li Dan's eyebrows, "Whether it's the intention of the queen of heaven or my own will, didn't I come to you." This tone is not emotional, plain and waveless, and there is a kind of old maturity that does not fit the times.

For a moment there was another series of silences. In the hall, only the slight impact of the porcelain between the porcelain could be heard when Wan'er was fiddling with the dishes and chopsticks.

Li Dan didn't know what he was doing tonight, maybe because he was too lonely, maybe because the atmosphere was too dull. The thought surged up suddenly, without any warning, Dan grabbed Wan'er's slender glass wrist, pulled her into his arms violently, and leaned over to kiss her.

At this moment, there was a hot fire burning and rippling in the chest, and with a flick of his fingers, it crushed the indifferent body that had been maintained on his face for a long time, and it seemed that he had no joy, no anger, no anger, no anger, no madness!

"Your Majesty is self-respecting!" At this critical moment, Wan'er struggled to break free, and suddenly left the abrupt, violent and cramped embrace of this evil obstacle.

Dan regained his senses in this sharply raised sharp voice, let go of the embrace, and took a deep breath with his chin bowed. But there is still a rise and fall between the ribcages that cannot be calmed down immediately.

After a pause, Wan'er raised her hand and calmly straightened the folds of her slightly messy Confucian skirt, got up gently, didn't look at Li Dan again, packed up the food box and turned around and left quietly.

The door shaft turned slowly and calmly. The muffled sound of Xiao Xiao lingered in my ears. After that, the inner chamber of the desolate temple returned to a deeper scar.

In the light and shadow, Li Danmu sat alone behind the light gauze curtain that moved in the wind, and his mind seemed to store thousands of feelings and thoughts, as if he was empty, and there was nothing.

Empty, this boundless emptiness was left in a pair of eyes that the emperor couldn't probe like water, storing wind and snow and hiding fanaticism, but in the end, it all turned into this small "emptiness"!

Empty self-deprecation, lonely cold......