Meng Ziyi let out a low cry, and the fingers holding Shui Yue also let go. Her arms were tightly clinging to Ye Xuanchen's neck, and a pair of big watery eyes looked at him without blinking, pitiful.

Ye Xuanchen raised his head and took a step and strode away from the "Imperial Garden", never looking at Shui Yue from beginning to end. Shui Yue stood in place for a moment. After a while, she slowly turned around and watched Ye Xuanchen's figure holding Meng Ziyi gradually disappear from sight. The look in his eyes flashed slightly, and he also took a step forward and walked forward.

Ye Xuanchen went to send Meng Ziyi back to the "Zizhu Xiaoyu", he shouldn't come back in a short time, right? Then she went to the "Imperial Study" and waited.

Ye Xuanchen hugged Meng Ziyi all the way back to the "Zizhu Bed", gently put her on the bed, and wanted to stand up straight, but he didn't expect that when he stood up straight, he felt that his clothes were gently pulled. Ye Xuanchen looked down and saw that Meng Ziyi's Qianqian's fingers were tightly grasping the placket of his clothes.

A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and an inexplicable emotion flashed.

"The Emperor's ......"

Meng Ziyi's voice came low, and Ye Xuanchen looked up. At this time, Meng Ziyi's eyes were covered with a faint mist, which made people's hearts feel soft.

"Does the emperor also dislike purple clothes?"

There was a hint of choking in the weak voice, Meng Ziyi's eyes turned red, and the tears in her eyes were glistening, and she was about to fall.

Ye Xuanchen paused slightly, then moved to sit on the edge of Meng Ziyi's bed.

"How do you think so?"

"Because ......"

Meng Ziyi said this, and bit her lower lip lightly again. Her action made Ye Xuanchen lose his mind for a moment. He remembers this action very clearly. Because in the depths of his mind, whenever the woman in purple was wronged, she would gently bite her lower lip, but she wouldn't say anything to him.

"Your Majesty...... Since Ziyi woke up, she hasn't come to the 'Zizhu Bed' again......"

Meng Ziyi's voice trembled a little, but it also pulled Ye Xuanchen's background back. He was slightly stunned, and the look in his eyes flashed, but he immediately returned to normal.

"You're thinking too much. I didn't say I hated you. ”

Meng Ziyi heard Ye Xuanchen's words for a moment. Immediately looked up at him. A strange look flashed in his eyes.

"Doesn't the emperor really hate purple clothes?"

"Why did I lie to you? If I hate you, I won't let you stay in the palace, will I? ”

Ye Xuanchen would comfort her softly with a faint smile. Meng Ziyi paused slightly, and then the look in his eyes flashed again.

"That'...... Isn't it...... Miss Shuiyue doesn't want the emperor to come to see the purple clothes? ”

Meng Ziyi's words made Ye Xuanchen slightly raise his eyebrows. looked at her with some puzzlement.

"Why do you think that?"

He remembered the conversation he had just heard between the two of them behind the door of the "Imperial Garden". Meng Ziyi seemed to ask Shui Yue like this. But Hui Yue did not answer at the time.

Meng Ziyi bit her lower lip lightly. He frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke again.

"Because...... Because...... All the time. Miss Shuiyue seems to be inseparable from the emperor...... So...... Ziyi has always thought that ...... And Miss Shuiyue's attitude towards purple clothes has always been cold and indifferent......"

Speaking of this, Meng Ziyi gently bit her lower lip again, not completely clear, but the meaning she wanted to express between the lines was very clear.

Ye Xuanchen listened to Meng Ziyi's words, and also understood the meaning of Meng Ziyi's words. He stood still, silent for a long time, without answering her words. For a moment, the room fell silent.

After a long time, Ye Xuanchen looked at Meng Ziyi, who was still biting his lower lip with his head down, and opened his mouth lightly.

"It's not."

His simple two words raised his head and looked at him in confusion, what did he say, what did he mean?

Looking at Meng Ziyi, who was puzzled, Ye Xuanchen opened his mouth to explain again.

"There's no one in the world who can stop me from going, don't think too much about it. I haven't come to see you these days because I'm busy with government affairs and haven't taken time yet. ”

Meng Ziyi paused slightly, although she was suspicious of Ye Xuanchen's words in her heart, she didn't ask anything more. Because she understands that even if Ye Xuanchen is lying to her, however, a man is still willing to use deception to comfort a woman, which means that this woman still has a certain place in this man's heart.

Facing Ye Xuanchen's indifferent gaze, Meng Ziyi once again lowered her head slightly shyly, and hesitated for a moment before finally speaking again.

"That'...... Doesn't the emperor hate purple clothes anymore? ”

"No, it won't."

Ye Xuanchen shook his head, and a reassuring smile flashed on Meng Ziyi's face. Ye Xuanchen looked at Meng Ziyi's hand again, who was still holding the placket of his clothes.

"You have just recovered from a serious illness, and although your body is fine, you are still very weak. In the future, it is still mainly to recuperate, if you want to go out to breathe, don't go too far, so as not to tire yourself. ”

Meng Ziyi felt Ye Xuanchen's gaze, her expression paused slightly, and then she hurriedly loosened Ye Xuanchen's clothes. When she listened to what Ye Xuanchen said, her face suddenly changed slightly.

"Today's Events...... Today's things are all bad in purple, and I shouldn't have trouble with the water moon girl......"

"You're thinking too much. Forget about today's events. Rest well, I still have political affairs to take care of. ”

Ye Xuanchen's expression was indifferent, and the expression on his face could not see a trace of change, and after he finished speaking lightly, he turned around and walked out of the "Zizhu Xiaoyu".

When Ye Xuanchen returned to the "Imperial Study", Shui Yue was standing behind the table, where she had been standing, her hands still slowly grinding the ink as usual. She felt Ye Xuanchen's breath approaching, so she raised her head and looked towards the door, only to see Ye Xuanchen walking towards the table, and his expression was calm, and he couldn't see a trace of emotional ups and downs.

"Your Majesty."

Shui Yue called Ye Xuanchen softly, but did not get Ye Xuanchen's immediate response. He sat down on the chair behind Shui Yue, reached out and took the fold on the table, opened it and looked at it. Shui Yue looked at Ye Xuanchen, who was unusually calm, and was slightly stunned in her heart, what happened to him?

Although he didn't get any response from Ye Xuanchen, Shui Yue didn't say anything more, just stood beside Ye Xuanchen and still gently rubbed the ink.

The atmosphere between the two fell silent, and after a while, Ye Xuanchen raised his pen and dipped it in ink and began to write on the fold. In this way, for a morning, the two did not say a word again. Knowing that the little basket was coming, he interrupted Ye Xuanchen's concentration on political affairs.

"Your Majesty, it's time for lunch, do you want to eat?"

Ye Xuanchen put down the brush in his hand and put the fold aside to dry the ink on it.

"Yes."

The little basket took the order and withdrew from the "imperial study", and after a while, he led a group of palace maids to come in with exquisite dishes, and arranged for them to put the meals on the table in the room one by one.

"Your Majesty, the dishes have been served, and the servants respectfully invite the emperor to eat."

Ye Xuanchen stood up and walked towards a table of delicacies, and Shui Yue put down the grinding stone in his hand and followed. After Ye Xuanchen sat in his seat, the small basket gave Shui Yue a look, and then retreated.

Shui Yue naturally sat on the seat next to Ye Xuanchen as usual, then picked up the silver chopsticks and put all the dishes into the small plate in front of him, and lowered his head to eat by himself.

Ye Xuanchen looked at Shui Yue, who was not unusual, and finally opened his mouth.

"Don't you have anything to say to me?"

Shui Yue, who was originally concentrating on eating, paused slightly, and raised her head to look at Ye Xuanchen.

"What does the emperor want me to say?"

In fact, she could see that since she met in the "Imperial Garden" just now, Ye Xuanchen's heart had been holding back something to say to her, but she didn't expect that he would endure it until now.

Ye Xuanchen looked at Shui Yue, who was still calm at this time, and frowned slightly.

"Do you have a grudge against Ziyi?"

Shui Yue was slightly stunned in her heart, and then shook her head.

"Nope."

It's not that she has a grudge against Meng Ziyi, but she has the least precautions against her.

For a while, both of them looked at each other and were silent, and Ye Xuanchen looked at Shui Yue's eyes that were still clear. He couldn't see a trace of jealousy or weakness in it. Could it be that he was wrong?

"In the future, pay attention to the attitude towards Ziyi."

After Ye Xuanchen finished speaking lightly, he turned his head and picked up the silver chopsticks. Shui Yue watched Ye Xuanchen eat the dishes in front of him with an indifferent face, but a strange look flashed in her heart. It turned out that his unusualness was really for the dream of purple clothes.

Since that day, the two have formed a strange pattern of getting along. There is no longer much verbal communication between the two, but they still live their usual lives as usual. Ye Xuanchen didn't know if it was because of tacit understanding, or if Shui Yue was used to staying by his side. As long as Ye Xuanchen has the last move, Shui Yue will know what he is thinking in his heart and what he wants to do next.

And every night, Ye Xuanchen still comes back late, and every time he returns to the dormitory, Shui Yue is already asleep on the bed. Ye Xuanchen would still lie down gently beside Shui Yue as usual, but he did not hold Shui Yue into his arms as usual. When Ye Xuanchen's breathing became even and he fell asleep, Shui Yue slowly opened his eyes.

Ye Xuanchen's attitude towards her seems to have changed a lot in the past few days. But what is the reason for this, Shui Yue does not understand. She turned slightly, looking at the man lying beside her. At this time, his face was calm, and his eyebrows, which he liked to frown tightly, were also stretched flat. Even his eyes, which were always indifferent, were tightly closed at this time. (To be continued......)