Everything that used to be, I thought it could only be buried in my heart.

Those sad pasts, like sores born in the heart, appear in front of them over and over again in the cold moonlit night.

Everyone thinks that he is peerless, thinks that he is peerless, and I don't know that his life is far from being as wonderful as it seems.

He let them imagine, they guessed, they admired, they admired, and he hid everything in his staring black eyes, and looked at everything in this world through the desolate heart.

No one knows how far he is.

It is an indelible imprint of fear imprinted in childhood.

Outside of this range, his mother, who was crazy at that time, would not have been able to pull him away with a single stretch of her hand. And he, from that distance, can take a short step and try his best to avoid a crazy attack.

Time passes slowly, and the passing is like a white horse passing through a gap, never looking back.

The imprint of Hengyuan that can remain in the heart is a memory and nightmare that cannot be washed away.

He is a noble son, the darling of the Creator, and a soul born with sin.

Until now, someone told him that with him, no matter how difficult and painful it is, in her heart, he is her happiness.

Ten thousand people chasing is not as painful as one person, and ten thousand people are not as good as one person understanding.

The cold brought by the snow flakes could not stop the warmth from the clothes, and her tears melted not only the endless winter coolness, but also the cold peaks that had been dripping into ice in his heart for many years.

He slowly wrapped his arms around her, a pure, warm, loving, tender hug, but one that had taken all his life.

The man bows slightly, the chin with exquisite lines rests on the top of the woman's hair, and the perfect light lips open and close silently.

I'm Rongyi, in this life, I will never fail you-

"The Prince is Too Demonic: The Absolute Favorite Princess" Author: Xia Jiyue——

Yao Guogong was suddenly poisoned and died halfway, although several people on the side guessed that it was the emperor's hand, but since the emperor made a magnanimous decree on the one hand, and quietly did it on the other, he just didn't want people to know about it.

Therefore, Ming Yulong and Rong Yi, who are in charge of escorting, still have to give an official explanation for this matter.

That night, Rong Yi wrote a letter of resignation, attributing the death of Yao Guogong to the fact that he was grateful for the emperor's old kindness, and he had no face to face the Son of Heaven, and committed suicide by swallowing poison halfway.

When the father-in-law saw the content of the recital, he did not mention his responsibility in half a sentence, and smiled happily, and said that the emperor loved Rong Shizi so much, and he would definitely not blame him.

Ming Yulong rolled his eyes when he looked at it, this ability to open his eyes and tell nonsense, the people in the palace are really stronger than the other!

But just pretend, who doesn't do some superficial work.

As long as the father and elder brother and the Ming Wangfu are safe.

In the cold of winter, the snow begins to melt and the weather is colder than before.

In the imperial capital, a simple and low-key carriage on the outside and luxurious and comfortable on the inside is slowly moving.

The bustling streets remain the same, as if every day, and never change. And in the carriage, Ming Yulong couldn't help but feel a sense of trance when he heard such a lively scene.

In just a month, the Ming Wangfu has indeed experienced life and death.

The carriage drove to the front of the Ming Palace, and it had not completely stopped