Recently, the emperor has always felt that the breath in his chest is congested, and his chest is uncomfortable. I don't know if it's because of these rainy days, or because I always stay in the temple and the air is not clear.

Today, the emperor came to the imperial garden to walk around.

Qing'er, Gonggong Chen followed behind.

After wandering for about a quarter of an hour, the emperor felt tired, walked to a gazebo, and sat down.

Qing'er handed the tea to the emperor.

He stepped aside and waited.

After a few sips of tea, the emperor put the water cup on the stone table and looked at Qing'er.

"Qing'er, Prince Lu Dongzan is here to thank you today, and I would like to thank you for the gift you gave him. He is still, it is the most gorgeous gift he has ever seen, and he has appreciated the amazing embroidery kung fu of our Datang. He was going to give it as a gift to the holy Mother of Tibet. Qing'er, you have really done a great thing for our Datang! ”

The emperor smiled kindly, and seemed to recognize and appreciate Qing'er's masterpiece.

"I didn't expect you to have this craft, I see, in the future, this workshop will also be handed over to you."

Qing'er thanked the emperor for his praise.

Qing'er thanked the emperor for his praise. Your Majesty, the minion is just this little skill of carving insects. In fact, the slave just wants to pour tea and water for the emperor and do his best to do his job, as long as he can do his job well, the slave will be satisfied. ”

The emperor smiled.

If it weren't for his lofty status, it would really make people think that he was an old man from an ordinary family.

"I have also seen the dress you designed for Princess Rouran, and it is really beautiful and generous when you look at it from a distance. I never knew that my princess was so beautiful. ”

Saying this, the emperor paused, his face gloomy.

Perhaps, he thought of Princess Rouran, who was still imprisoned in the prison.

But as soon as the conversation changed, it did not leak a voice.

"Qing'er, you have made a great contribution to our Datang, let's say, what reward do you want?"

Qing'er slowly knelt down.

She didn't want a reward, she just hoped that Princess Rouran, who was still suffering in the prison, would be forgiven.

She was just a lowly slave with no weight to speak.

However, she still knelt down persistently, knowing that she could not do it.

Her compassion is only for others, but she completely forgets herself.

"Your Majesty, the slave knows that you have the world in your heart, and even the suffering of ordinary people is like a pain in the skin for the emperor. The emperor is even more merciful to a slave like Qing'er, and the slave and maid are also very affectionate, and they are afraid that they will not be able to repay the emperor's kindness. In the days when the slave maid got along with Princess Rouran, she learned that the princess admired the emperor the most. The princess often said, 'There is no one who loves me more in this world than my father, who has loved me since I was a child, spoiled me, and will not let me suffer any grievances.' ’”

At this time, the emperor's face was already pale, and Long Wei was breathtaking.

Gonggong Chen on the side seemed to see something, threw a reproach at Qing'er, and had the heart to persuade her to restrain his eyes.

However, Qing'er can take care of those, she only has Rouran who is still suffering in the prison in her heart, Yan Danqing, it is affection that gives her strength, she becomes bold and reckless, and she can no longer think of the consequences.

"Your Majesty, in the prison, it is dark and damp, and the princess is a golden jade, how can she stand the pain of that prison?"

"Shut up!"

The emperor scolded, and the angry dragon power made people shudder.

Chen Gonggong behind him unconsciously lowered his body and bent lower.

"I'll tell you to stop!"

At this time, Qing'er didn't care about these at all.

She has only one goal in mind.

"Your Majesty, you can still be merciful and merciful to ordinary people, not to mention that the princess is your most beloved daughter?"

Before Qing'er finished speaking, the emperor got up angrily and glanced at Qing'er fiercely.

Turn and leave.

Chen Gonggong behind him hurriedly followed the emperor, and when he passed by Qing'er's side, Chen Gonggong sighed and threw a helpless reproachful look at Qing'er.

Looking at the departing figure of the emperor, Qing'er is still shivering.

It's because I'm too bold, I don't know where I got the courage to let myself say those words.

Thinking of Yan Danqing, Princess Rouran was still suffering in the prison, and Qing'er didn't regret it at all.

It was he who angered the emperor, and it seems that he is in danger again.

Qing'er moved slightly, only to feel that her leg hurt badly.

Even I forgot that I was negligent just now, kneeling on the cobblestone road, and I was in a hurry just now, who could have thought so much.

It's just that I have to pity my knees and suffer with myself.

Qing'er patted her leg, her knee hurt badly just now, and she didn't feel the pain for a while, she only felt numb, and gradually she didn't feel it anymore.

Maybe it's numb.

That's fine.

Qing'er only felt that she was covered in sweat all over her hands, and her forehead.

Beads of sweat.

It's been a long time.

Qing'er felt dizzy.

Everything is vague.

Suddenly, I felt a figure swaying in front of me, and I held my breath a little, and the figure gradually became clear.

It turned out that someone was standing in front of me, and I thought it was a dazzle.

It's him!

Qing'er slowly looked up!

King Guangling was staring at him quietly.

He took out a silk handkerchief, slowly squatted down, and gently wiped the beads of sweat from Qing'er's forehead.

He wiped it little by little, his hands very light.

When Si Pa touched Qing'er's face, he only felt like a breeze.

I didn't expect this cold-faced prince to be serious, it was still quite warm and moving.

In this way, Qing'er looked at him quietly.

His grim face exudes the air of a mature man; delicate facial features, such as white jade relief; The warmth in his eyes makes people feel that he is a real person full of love, not an untouchable stunner.

At this time, he was in front of her, and for her, he did not have his status as a high-ranking prince.

It's just two ordinary people who love each other, genuinely considerate and caring for each other.

It turns out that suffering can be beautiful!

Qing'er looked at him quietly!

Even if it's hard, I'm willing.

If you can do this, even if you kneel all the time, what's the harm?

"Does your leg hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt! I've been numb for a long time, so I don't feel any pain! ”

Qing'er smiled bitterly.

He looked at her with concern.

"Why are you doing this? It's not that you don't know, you're doing it knowing you can't do it. It's stupid! ”

He knocked Qing'er on the forehead hard.

The concern is reproachful.

Qing'er smiled bitterly.

"It's a bit stupid. But I'm doing something I don't regret! If I really ran away, retreated, and hid, then I'm afraid I won't forgive myself for the rest of my life. Instead of hesitating, it's better to give it a go, at least, and end up simply! ”

Li Chun, the king of Guangling, looked at Qing'er and looked down at her legs.

"Your heart is dry, but what about your legs, have you ever thought about how it feels?"

"It was still resentful of me just now, and now it has forgiven me."

Qing'er shook her body.

"Look, it doesn't hurt anymore! Numb! ”

He looked at Qing'er with concern, got up, turned around and left.

"Lord Wang, where are you going?"

Qing'er shouted with concern.

Looking at his persistent and resolute eyes, Qing'er felt a kind of nervousness.

He turned around and said coldly.

"Do it when you know you can't do it!"

After saying that, turn around and leave.

His steps are so firm and persistent.

Looking at his lonely and cold figure in the distance, Qing'er felt that she knew and cherished each other, and her heart ached inexplicably.

She couldn't help but smile bitterly at the corner of her mouth.