"Yao'er, is that you? Yao'er, is it really you? ”

A trembling voice sounded behind Xin Yao, what a familiar tone, Xin Yao had hallucinations of this voice countless times, but now that she really heard it, she felt a little strange in the familiarity. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Xin Yao turned around slowly, facing the pair of burning eyes, even if the emperor encountered a war, he had never been so nervous, he only felt that his mouth was dry, and his heart seemed to jump out. Xin Yao was also surging in her heart, surging wildly, but she tried her best to show calmness.

"See the Emperor." Xin Yao bowed slightly, deliberately maintaining a polite number.

If Xin Yao couldn't help but laugh or cry at the emperor now, the emperor would definitely hug her into his arms and rub her into his heart.

"Yao'er, you are still alive, this is a gift from heaven to me." The emperor's eyes were like torches, staring at Xin Yao motionless, for fear that if he blinked his eyes, he would wake up, and it would be another empty dream.

"Your Majesty, you are the Son of Heaven, Xin Yao is your blessing." Xin Yao was a little afraid to look directly at the heat in the emperor's eyes, she never thought that the moment of reunion would be so depressing, just because there was an extra matter in her heart.

"Yao'er, you come with me." The emperor didn't know why, but when Xin Yao was tired from long-distance work and had not yet recovered from her senses, or the reunion was sudden, she was a little incredulous like herself.

Xin Yao's little hand was held by the emperor and let him lead him into Qingyao Garden, a place full of memories.

The scenery in Qingyao Garden overlaps with the memory, even more than before. The small bridge flows, the bamboo is crisp and clothed, and the general decoration has not changed, but the greenery is obviously a lot more lush.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, Qingyao Garden has added a lot of color." Xin Yao took a deep breath, it was an olfactory feast, Xin Yao greedily felt the fragrance of bamboo.

"Yao'er, do you like it?" The emperor was full of expectations, if Xin Yao still had the same heart as himself, he would definitely be able to feel his dedication in Qingyao Garden.

Xin Yao nodded, she had dreamed back to Qingyao Yuan more than once, and at this moment she closed her eyes quietly, deeply experiencing the joy of the dream becoming a reality.

"Great, I knew it was the right thing to do." The emperor was excited, in the past three years, he has always insisted on taking care of Qing Yao Yuan seriously, treating it with his heart, and in the dark, he always felt that Xin Yao would come back.

Persistence will never be disappointed, and it will be beautiful in the end.

Xin Yao's face darkened, and a trace of imperceptible loss flashed in her eyes, but Your Majesty, it's a pity that you didn't insist.

I heard that the emperor once guarded Concubine Yao's tombstone on the edge of the cliff where Xin Yao fell, and burst into tears, saying "There is no Xin Yao after Xin Yao".

Then why is there the existence of Xiao Yaofei, "there is another Yaofei after Yaofei", in this way, can it also be called persistence?

The emperor didn't notice the change in Xin Yao's expression, and still introduced the scenery of Qingyao Garden with great vigour.

"Every flower and tree here is planted by my own hands, hoping that you can return here, I can't imagine that you are really back alive."

"Your Majesty, you, you planted it with your own hands?" Xin Yao was shocked when she heard this, unexpected, unbelievable, if it was really as the emperor said, it would be really rare to be sincere.

"Planted for you." The emperor said firmly, word by word, unambiguously, due to emotion, he couldn't restrain himself for a while, and the corners of his eyes were slightly moist.

"How can you, your dragon body is noble, how can you do such a job, can't you just hand it over to your subordinates." Xin Yao was a little anxious, a little distressed, and a little relieved.

"How can I give my mind to others. Besides, not only the flowers and plants are planted by me, but even the fallen leaves on the bluestone road are taken care of by me. "Every time the emperor walks into Qingyao Garden, he will inexplicably become delicate and infinitely nostalgic.

Although more than three years have passed in the blink of an eye, every time he walks into Qingyao Garden, memories will come to his heart clearly and strongly. He remembered every detail of the emperor's time with Xin Yao and every word he said.

Even if he is not in Qingyao Garden sometimes, as long as the emperor sees the elegant scenery, he will fly over, but even if he looks through the autumn water, he only sees the lake as gray as the sky, the lonely sail is bleak, and thousands of birds fly away.

Even though countless harem beauties came to accompany him, he was the only one who couldn't see his sweetheart.

Xin Yao also fell into sentimentality, recalling the bits and pieces of Qingyao Garden, she used to spend the moon before and after, the mountains and the sea, and the scenes of red dust trivialities, at this time, all turned into warm eyes at the corners of her eyebrows.

Xin Yao was deeply affectionate, and carefully took out the bamboo flute given by the emperor from his arms.

At this time, Xin Yao, with the bamboo flute in her hand, is like being in a painting, bright and graceful, graceful and moving.

"Yao'er, you have suffered all these years. I heard Lian Bin say that you blocked the hidden weapon for me back then, and you were highly poisoned, and you sought medical treatment everywhere, and you just took medicine until you fell into a coma. The emperor gently stroked the hair on Xin Yao's sideburns, and then stood with his hands in his hands, a gentleman, sword eyebrows and starry eyes.

"These sufferings are nothing." Xin Yao said nonoristically, for those who practice martial arts, it will be over after enduring, and there will be no more palpitations, but during the period of separation from the emperor, the bitterness in Xin Yao's heart is really bitter, and knowing that the emperor favors Concubine Xiao Yao alone, Xin Yao is really sad and miserable.

"In the future, I will never let you suffer at all." The emperor's gaze became firm again, and he would never let his beloved suffer again, this was his promise to Xin Yao, and it was the oath in his own heart, and the oath was as solid as a rock.

"Your Majesty, how are you doing these days?"

Xin Yao began to greet with concern, but before the emperor could reply, Xin Yao euphemistically said the mustard in her heart.

"The emperor should not be lonely these days, there is not only the atmosphere and calmness of Queen Du's motherhood, but also the quiet and lovely gentle dreamland of Concubine Yao."

As soon as he heard Xin Yao say Concubine Xiao Yao, the emperor couldn't help but be speechless, the expression on his face was unpredictable, and he didn't know how to respond with his eyelashes down.

It stands to reason that which emperor is not the three thousand beauties of the harem, and it is a matter of course for the emperor to canonize concubines, but Xin Yao is different, and the emperor is different, he seems to feel a trace of emptiness because of Xin Yao's words.

If you hadn't walked through the slow darkness, if you hadn't experienced the heartache, you would never have understood the joy of seeing the starlight.

The emperor of that year was discouraged, and the emperor vaguely remembered that when he saw Concubine Xiao Yao, who looked like Xin Yao, for the first time, the emperor seemed to see the dawn.

Xin Yao saw that the emperor was deep in thought, and was silent, it turned out that he also understood that Concubine Xiao Yao was a sensitive scar that could not be mentioned.

"During these days, I often miss the past, it turns out that it is only when I lose that I understand how hard-won it was." Xin Yao muttered to herself leisurely.

"People are nostalgic for the past because they have the best memories of those past times. Yao'er, let's put aside everything else and regain this beauty, okay? The emperor didn't say a word to Concubine Xiao Yao, he suddenly lifted Xin Yao's shoulders with emotion, and his sincere tone was almost pleading.