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"The emperor has died." In the corner, two little palace maids who walked with their bodies leaning in the wind whispered.

"The emperor died?" Zhang Yuxia muttered to herself, her heart was full of sadness, tears rolled in her eyes, her hands clasped the wall so hard that her fingernails were torn, and she didn't realize it.

A thought rolled through her heart, supporting her to raise her soft legs and run forward lifelessly, she wanted to see the emperor and see the person who seemed to be ruthless and affectionate. He shouldn't have walked away in a hurry without giving her an explanation.

Her heart was aching and dripping blood.

In the blur, she couldn't discern the direction at all, just ran and ran under a clear mind, running and running alone.

God seemed to pity a stupid and pitiful person like her, and the diligent light rain trickled down and weaved a fine curtain of rain.

The eyes were even more blurry, and the light was bright, except for the rain in all directions.

She was soaking wet, her clothes were soaking cold, but her body was as hot as fire.

The next second, her body swayed, staggered and fell to the ground, convulsed and struggled a few times, and finally lost consciousness.

Maybe this is a good ending, even if you see it, your heart will only be more melancholy, what's the point?

After all, you can't start all over again.

……

In the confusion, her consciousness gradually returned. Her eyelids sank like two mountains, pressing her desire to wake up, and she couldn't stop tasting the taste of deathly loneliness alone. She was afraid, afraid of the boundless darkness, and her hands moved weakly, trying to grasp the things around her.

"Yuxia." Someone sighed, someone held her hand, and those hands were big and powerful, giving her a warm, familiar feeling, déjà vu.

I really wanted to see him, her eyelids lifted slightly, so difficult.

It gradually became clear in front of me, as if it was a world away, strange and familiar. It's the King of the East Sea! He was looking at her with a pair of thick eyebrows locked together, a smile in his eyes, and a little bit of water, glowing with radiance.

He was grieved again.

She squirmed her lips to speak to him, but her voice was dry and hoarse, and it was as hard as a fire to go. There were two tears in the corners of her eyes, and a stiff and ugly smile tugged at her lips.

The king of the East Sea helped her up, leaned on his chest, and fed her ginger soup, which was a little bitter and spicy, but it was very comfortable to drink, and the hot feeling was loose to every pore.

He reproached softly, "You don't cherish yourself too much, and you're running out in the rain, it's the third day." If you make a mistake, what should you do? ”

Zhang Yuxia raised her face, her eyes were gentle, and she could see that the heart of the man in front of her was sincere.

He was affectionate, saying that he was to blame, but what he revealed was more incomparable distress.

She said slowly, "I just want to take a look at the emperor, after all, whether those feelings are true or not, they really exist, and I can't ignore them." ”

He heard her heart and sighed, just because she was such a weak person as stubborn.

He put his arms around her, caressed her back with one hand, and clenched her little hand with the other, "Be obedient, I'll take you there in a while." ”

The two sat next to each other in the shadows, and the deep affection had already penetrated into every cell, and no one could get involved in such a close emotion.

In the Xuanyang Palace, the body of the former emperor was upright, with a serene expression, indifferent and detached, without a trace of concern. Is that still him? Zhang Yuxia's fingers swept across his face, but he couldn't feel the warmth of the temperature anymore. Her heart ached suddenly, and she had no way of knowing, nor did she want to explore, whether it was for the lost friendship or for his deception. The deceased is gone, grievances and grievances will go with him, she just wants to say goodbye to him quietly, goodbye to the past.

He took her out of the Xuanyang Palace, today's weather is very good, there is no wind, the daylight is light, but it still gives people a warm feeling.

"Are you the emperor?" She asked him faintly, with an equally faint smile on her lips.

"Hmm." He answered, looking at her deeply, and the tenderness of affection embedded in her heart.

He took her hand and tightened it a little, "I will cherish the time I have with you and will not let you be hurt again." ”

She believes in him, he is young and old, can collect good things, and understands the true meaning of life. What's more, he has an open heart for her.

But is that enough? After all, there are more than just the two of them in life, there are too many people of all kinds lingering around them, and there are many people with ill intentions, and there are countless people who violate yin and yang, and duplicity, and it is impossible to prevent it. I'm afraid the road ahead will be difficult, she faintly worried. Looking up at the sky, a cloud floated around, like a soul that had lost its support, hiding the sun, and the three inches of daylight suddenly disappeared, and the heaven and the earth were much darker.

This season was supposed to be like this, and her heart was broken, and she was a little anxious.

"I want to make you queen." His voice was gentle, as gentle as his eyes.

She panicked for no reason in her heart, and hesitated, "The first emperor has just passed away, so let's slow down." ”

"I'm the emperor, I don't care about that. I just want to keep you on a leash, I'm afraid you'll leave me one day. His eyes flickered, with a hint of loss, accompanied by anticipation.

She smiled and scraped the tip of his nose mischievously, "Where can I go?" The whole world is not the king's land. I also want to be a queen, but now is not the time, don't lose the overall situation because of me. ”

He just stared at her like that, as if to inquire about her true heart.

She was afraid in her heart, but she hid it deeply, how could she let him see through it easily?

"You must wait for me. I don't know what the future would have been like without you. His brow furrowed again, worrying.

"Me too. I also hope to have a confidant by the pillow. She raised her hand to caress his brow, and her hand was so soft, so soft, that it fell into his heart.

He treats her like life, does she know?