In the Heart Cultivation Palace, Fu Ziqing had already returned to the Xuanrou Palace. Duanmu Kaoru hurriedly opened the secret passage and jumped into the secret passage. It's just that the dark passage is empty.

He frowned tightly and walked from the Heart Cultivation Hall to the Ziyao Palace, but he couldn't find the figure of the purple cloth.

Turning back to the fork in the road, Duanmu Kaoru hesitated slightly, and then walked to another road. A road leading to the outside of the palace.

He was almost certain that Ziyi must have heard something before he would say goodbye.

She had said she would believe him, but now—her arm slammed against the stone wall, the pain of her heart clearing his chaotic brain a little. If Ziyi really heard something and temporarily escaped from the palace, then she must have nothing on her. In this cold winter, there are very few places she can go.

Out of the secret passage, it was a forest outside the palace, and his eyes were locked on an abandoned temple among the trees.

"Purple? Purple! Seeing that the ruined temple was close in front of him, Duanmu Kaoru quickened his pace. Pushing open the gate of the broken temple, the "squeak" of rats scurrying around can be faintly heard in the dark temple, and the tip of the nose lingers with a rancid stench.

There was a faint sound of weeds churning in the corner of the wall, and Kaoru Duanmu locked his eyes on the sound, and he could vaguely see the figure of a woman.

"Purple?" Calling in confusion, Duanmu Kaoru approached the figure and grabbed the man's hand violently.

"Ahh

"Ziyi, believe me, you must believe me." Hearing the voice, Duanmu Kaoru had already determined that the person in his arms was Ziyi, and he held Ziyi tightly in his arms, and for a moment, he really thought that he would never see her again.

"Come back with me."

"Okay." A soft response calmed Duanmu Xun's hanging heart.

He was afraid that she would rebel against him, and would not listen to his explanations.

Holding the purple clothes back to the secret passage, when he returned to the Heart Cultivation Palace, it was already completely dark, Duanmu Kaoru put the purple clothes on the bed [harmony], ordered someone to quickly prepare the bath water, and then turned back to the bedside.

The man on the bed seemed to be very tired and had fallen asleep, and the white fox coat on his body was dirty, and even the little face was dirty.

Gently stroked a dead leaf on the purple head, the warm palm fell on the red little face, and the scorching temperature from the palm made Duanmu Kaoru's heart tighten again.

"Little Dezi, pass on the imperial doctor!"

The imperial doctor soon came, and after checking the pulse of Ziyi, he turned happy and knelt down: "Congratulations to the emperor, congratulations to the emperor, the concubine is happy." ”

"What!"

Hearing the words of the imperial doctor, Duanmu Xun's whole body trembled, and he stood up suddenly: "You tell me again!" ”

The green tendons on his forehead suddenly appeared, and the imperial doctor who was kneeling on the ground clearly felt Duanmu Kaoru's murderous gaze and the anger that was about to explode all around him.

"Emperor-Emperor-"

"What did you just say?"

"Minister...... This...... This concubine is ...... Bun in the oven. ”

Duanmu Kaoru turned his head and looked at the person who was still sleeping on the couch, and his voice was hoarse: "How long has it been." ”

"Big - about a month."

"I know, you go down."

Trying hard to control the urge to kill, Duanmu Kaoru sent everyone down. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he lightly held the hand of the purple cloth, "Youxi-Yueyu-how could it-"

The person on the bed seemed to sense Duanmu Kaoru's voice, and opened his eyes in a fog, staring at the person in front of him with brown eyes in confusion.