"Chenghuan is not happy here, have you ever known?" After half a ring, Su Muyi said in a deep voice.

The moment he saw Cheng Huan drunk, Su Muyi's heart suddenly felt as if he had been slashed by a knife, and he would rather accept this qiē pain as the one who was him.

"Whether Huan'er is happy or not, you don't need others to tell me." Ouyang Gurong's footsteps froze in place, and he said coldly without looking back after half a ring.

In fact, the moment he saw Cheng Huan drunk, Ouyang Gurong already knew that Cheng Huan had been depressed for a long time.

It's just that in such a position, Ouyang Gurong knows that many things are no longer something he can let go of if he wants to.

Now that Su Mu was also exiled to Kunlun Mountain, Yun Xuan was also exiled to Cangzhou, and the only available princes in the court were Ouyang Gurong and the Eighth Prince Yun Sheng, as well as the Tenth Prince Yun Dun.

The eighth prince is still martial, and the tenth prince has no eloquence, and these two people will obviously not be Mingjun.

If you want the people in the world to be at peace, the stability of the country is a necessary backing.

Taking into account the thousands of Li people, even if Ouyang Gurong was reluctant, he could only sit on this thorn throne and take care of a thing.

"It's best not to make Cheng Huan cry, otherwise I will definitely take her away from you." Looking at Ouyang Gurong's back holding Cheng Huan leaving, Su Muyi continued.

He has been guarding Cheng Huan for more than ten years, and he doesn't mind quietly acting as a guardian in the next few decades.

If Ouyang Gurong makes Cheng Huan discouraged and disappointed, Su Muyi's preservation will also make Cheng Huan still have a warm reservation in his heart.

In that case, it will not make Cheng Huan completely lose faith in life.

Listening to Su Muyi's provocation, Ouyang Gurong couldn't help but be slightly shocked as he hugged Cheng Huan's departing figure.

In the previous years of fighting with Su Muyi, Ouyang Gurong knew that he was a man of his word.

However, what made Ouyang Gurong frightened was not Su Muyi's words that would take Cheng Huan away, but Su Muyi's sentence "Let Cheng Huan cry".

During this period of time, Cheng Huan was indeed not as quiet as before, but because of his busy government affairs, he couldn't spare too much time to pay attention.

Could it be that Cheng Huan was really sad and crying for him, but he didn't know it?

Thinking like this, Ouyang Gurong couldn't help but glance at Cheng Huan's cheeks, which had his eyes slightly closed, and a trace of extreme pain swept over his cold countenance.

The people of the world and the people of Li, he can't ignore it.

However, this petite but resolute woman, he is not willing to let go.

How can we find out the two ways of doing so?

"Heh, Rong, why are you here? Is the affairs of the DPRK and China already taken care of? As if awakened by Ouyang Gurong's touch, Cheng Huan's slightly closed eyes had already opened.

Although a pair of glazed eyes were already full of vague brilliance, when he saw Ouyang Gurong, Cheng Huan still habitually asked this sentence.

All of a sudden, it was as if a sharp thorn had penetrated into Ouyang Gurong's chest.

Between him and Cheng Huan, when has he been estranged to the point that it is a major event of the family and the country as soon as he opens his mouth?

"Hey, what about Mu Yi and the dragon? Have they been drunk, and when they saw that they were no match for me, they fled? Immediately afterwards, Cheng Huan's consciousness revived slightly, and he sat on the footstool left and right, looking for the figures of Su Muyi and the dragon.

However, unexpectedly, Ouyang Gurong's thin lips quickly blocked all of Cheng Huan's words.

When Chenghuan woke up, there was already a look of the sun outside the window.

Moaning slightly, she stretched out a jade hand to her forehead, Cheng Huan never thought that Su Muyi's fine wine and fine wine were so domineering, and she would have a headache the next day.

"But a headache? Get up and drink some honey water first. It was when Cheng Huan closed her eyes and rubbed the corners of her forehead that a cold but tender male voice broke into her ears.

In disbelief, Huo Ran opened his eyes, and Cheng Huan's gaze went straight to the place where the voice came from.

In front of the screen of Lihuamu, it was a man in white who was carrying a jade bowl and walked over steadily.

In the man's narrow and sharp black eyes, under the repeated tenderness, there was more pity and apology.

"What time is this, you don't have to go to the early court?" Cheng Huan immediately straightened up and asked in surprise.

Since the beginning of the dynasties, the crown prince, as the heir of the emperor of the current dynasty, has been indispensable for his participation in politics and discussion in the government and the opposition.

In the early dynasty, as a channel for the ministers of the court and the opposition to report on various matters in the country as the emperor of the dynasty, the emperor did not know that the emperor attached great importance to it, and the reigning prince did not dare to slack off.

In the eyes of the ministers, the prince's daily appearance will be used as a criterion for judging whether he can inherit the throne in the future.

"The spring night is bitter and the day is short, and the king will not be early from now on." Looking at the anxious look on Cheng Huan's face, Ouyang Gurong just smiled and chanted.

Thinking of the sorrow that was so thick in Cheng Huan's eyebrows the night before that he couldn't dissolve, Ouyang Gurong's heart felt as if it had been hollowed out.

When the wine came up again in the night, Cheng Huan's pair of jade hands tightly wrapped around Ouyang Gurong's neck and refused to let go.

At that moment, Ouyang Gurong felt the endless attachment emanating from the bottom of his heart.

"Go back to the palace quickly, there are so many things waiting for you to deal with in the court, and my father will blame him if he knows about it." Seeing Ouyang Gurong sitting on the edge of the bed for a long time, Cheng Huan still urged in a hurry.

In the past ten years, Ouyang Gurong has poured so much effort into it, and Cheng Huan has also witnessed it with his own eyes.

Now that it is just around the corner, Chenghuan Duan does not want Ouyang Gurong to be criticized by everyone in the court because of his own reasons.

"Drink the honey water first to ease your headaches. At that time, I had already sent the palace people to the palace to return to the palace, saying that I was sick at home. Ouyang Gurong gently handed the honey water to Cheng Huan and replied unhurriedly.

As soon as Cheng Huan heard Ouyang Gurong's words, he slightly relaxed his tense thoughts.

"How can anyone be so good at cursing themselves." Although a high heart was slightly lowered, Cheng Huan still raised his mouth slightly and muttered dissatisfied.

Seeing that Cheng Huan's pair of ink-splashed pupils had already regained their past brilliance, the heart knots in Ouyang Gurong's heart that were like vines were also slightly evacuated.

When looking at the empty space in Cheng Huan's eyes the night before, Ouyang Gurong would rather bear this qiē alone.

However, Cheng Huan has been involved in this imperial city, which actually means that there is no way out.

No matter what the road ahead is, Cheng Huan and he can only rely on each other to support each other in this mansion.

But among them, what Cheng Huan has to do his best to give, Ouyang Gurong also knows in his heart.

"The peach blossoms outside the city should be in full bloom." For Cheng Huan's muttering, Ouyang Gurong turned a deaf ear, and just smiled softly and pulled the conversation away.

Cheng Huan drank the honey water in the jade bowl, but his mind was pulled to the distant past because of Ouyang Gurong's words.

Before leaving Tianyu Villa, every year in late spring and March, she and Phantom Silk would make their own kites and run to the back mountain to fly them.

At that time, unknown colorful flowers bloomed all over the mountain, and the carefree laughter of the two girls filled the whole mountain.

How did these ten or twenty years come in a blink of an eye, and Chenghuan doesn't know.

Now she and Phantom Silk are both mothers, with their beloved, paying attention to the daily life of the family, and living a simple life that seems boring but full of happiness day after day.

It's just a pity that there are too many rules and constraints in this imperial city, otherwise Cheng Huan would not have had so many depressions in his heart.

"Why are you coming to your senses again, I went to call Tianjun, let's go to the suburbs together." Looking at the ever-changing brilliance in Cheng Huan's pair of ink-splashed pupils, Ouyang Gurong didn't ask much, just looked for himself and got up and went out.

Cheng Huan smiled helplessly, I don't know when, she should be innocent and happy, but there are so many knots in her heart.

Probably her love has always been too much, and what she wants is the kind of tiny entanglement that only belongs to two people.

Therefore, in this imperial city, there are many miscellaneous matters involving the family and the country, even if it is Chenghuan, it will not be able to see it after all.

Holding his forehead to get off the bed, Cheng Huan took a plain white dress and put it on, and the waist-length green silk was still just casually held behind his head with a silver hairpin.

Pure and pure lotus, Chenghuan's peerless elegance is precisely in this pure beauty without impurities.

The superfluous ornaments imposed on Cheng Huan will only cover up Cheng Huan's otherworldly beauty.

"My mother is so lazy, and she only got up after three poles in the sun." Cheng Huan was staring at his still young face in the mirror, and Tianjun's voice suddenly broke in.

Cheng Huan smiled, only this child is completely unrestrained in such an imperial city where the rules are trapped.

For the innocent and clean smile on Tianjun's child's face, Cheng Huan only felt that this little effort was worth it.

When children are young, they should ignore the mundane world and focus on being their immature self and living a sincere and simple life.

Cheng Huan and Ouyang Gurong's childhood was full of such and such gloom, so they no longer wanted Tianjun to follow in their footsteps.

Now that Gu Nan, who has fallen into the six realms of reincarnation, is actually an excellent example.

Children deserve to live a sincere and carefree life, and if they think too much, they are not children.

It's a gentle murder bow in someone else's hand, and it's very likely that it will backfire on itself in the end.

"Where's your daddy?" Cheng Huan also smiled and turned out of the screen, but only a small Tianjun stood at the wooden door.

"I didn't see my father, it was Sister Qiao'er who went to inform my mother that she woke up." Tianjun didn't care about the stinky sweat on his body, and threw himself into Cheng Huan's arms to coquettishly reply.