Aunt Wan gently patted Nangong Luojing's back, and could only say silently in her heart: cry, cry as much as you want, cry out all the grievances in your heart, she knows that at this moment, any words of comfort are in vain, because no words can play a role.

Even though she tried not to let her emotions be too obvious, and didn't want her to discover her vulnerability, the silent tears that slipped down wet her face and wet her clothes, making her clearly feel that the pain hidden in her heart was so heavy and forbearing.

She raised her eyes and looked at the man who was reviewing the music with a straight face, Situ Yuli would never have thought that Feng Yihan would summon her today.

And she, having been waiting for a long time in this imperial study, sat upright in the chair he had given her, and waited quietly for him to speak, but when he summoned her, he didn't care about it, but just let her sit quietly and watch his expression as he reviewed the recital.

However, she did not blame him, although she had waited for a long time, but, for her, it did not matter, because he was in front of him, within reach, not out of reach, and his every action touched his heart, and even not speaking and ignoring it like this made her feel infinitely satisfied

Xu was too engrossed, her thoughts drifted so far away that she didn't even know when Feng Yihan looked at her.

Nervous in his heart, he hurriedly said: "King, king"

"It's been a long time," he smiled indifferently, with a palpable tiredness on his face.

That kind of smile fell into her eyes, making her heartbeat suddenly lose its original rhythm: "No, the king puts state affairs first, and it doesn't matter if Yuli waits for a long time."

The smile on his face was thick, Feng Yihan half lifted his chin, and there was still a faint tiredness between his eyebrows: "I know why this king called you here today"

Outside the window, the bright light shone directly into the imperial study through the window lattice, and the faint light color was like a thin golden light on his side face, as if he was in an illusory realm, as elegant as a fairy, so that she couldn't help but be intoxicated by him.

"Hmm" A small voice suddenly floated to his ears, and he suddenly raised his head to meet the pair of eyes that were light and cold, and Situ Yuli realized that he had lost his mind like that.

Hurriedly shook his head, bowed down and said: "The king's thoughts, Yuli dare not speculate"

"Really don't guess" A low and soft voice sounded overhead, she looked up, only to see that the man who was still sitting in front of the desk was already standing in front of her at this time, and he was standing in front of her at such a close distance, which made her heart feel uneasy.

"Jade, Yuli thought about it"

Before she could finish her words, she felt a slight chill on her lips.

Her eyes fell, and she looked at the finger that covered her lips steadily, the temperature on her face rose suddenly, he hadn't been so close to her for a long time.

"Yu'er" he put his hands around her body, and her eyes were opposite, the soft voice was like a pleasant piano sound, making her almost intoxicated, and his warm feeling, she had long forgotten, every time, he was so close to herself, it made her feel that all this was like a dream, and she didn't dare to look forward to it, but she couldn't restrain the strong sense of expectation in her heart.

She didn't dare to look forward to it, but she was looking forward to it, she already knew what it was like to be lost, but now, she was happy and happy because of his initiative to approach, and then thought that he treated herself like this, but he was going to betray him and betray Xiling in the near future, who could understand the feeling in her heart.

The guilt in his heart spread, Situ Yuli stepped back habitually, looked at Feng Yihan with a little tears in his eyes, and said softly: "What kind of woman does the king see Yu'er, if you want to see it, ignore it, what kind of woman does the king think of Yu'er" Although she said so, she thought in her heart: Don't believe every word I say, don't believe it.

The pain in his heart spread, and his eyes gradually blurred the man in front of him.

It was that kind of fog that made her not see the crazy coldness growing under the phoenix eyes of the man in front of her.

However, his voice still carried a blur and softness that intoxicated her, as if he really held her in the palm of his hand and protected her in the palm of his hand: "Yu'er, come here"

He stretched out his hand to her, and even the soft voice carried a commanding tone that she could not refuse, so that she could not help but fall into his domineering again.

Situ Yuli shrank her body tremblingly, and did not retreat back, but she did not approach him as he said, approached him, just looked at the man who existed like a god in her heart with a pair of misty eyes, and said with a little sob: "King, don't be so good to Yu'er, Yu'er is not worth it, Yu'er is not worth it."

The woman in front of him said with tears in her eyes, her words were full of pain, but Feng Yihan was not moved by her tears, he could hear what she meant, he couldn't see her pain, what he saw was the betrayal of her and Nanwang's alliance.

Situ Yuli cowered his body and stood not far from Feng Yihan, not hearing what Feng Yihan said again, but hearing the report of the palace people outside the door: "Your Majesty, the general asks to see you outside the door."

"Murong He" groaned softly, and his phoenix eyes moved to the door, only to see Murong and a blue cloth standing outside the door.

And when Situ Yuli heard the word general, he immediately thought of Murong He, and thought of what she should do and had to do.

With the announcement of the palace people, her eyes also moved to the door, she noticed the thing in Murong He's hand at a glance, what he was holding in his hand seemed to be a cloth scroll, could it be a layout diagram, guessing that thing might be a layout pattern, Situ Yuli couldn't help but be shocked, she stroked her chest with her hand, and watched Murong He step by step into the room steadily, not noticing that although the smile on the face of the man next to her was shallow, it had a mystery that was difficult to guess.

It wasn't until Murong He's salute that she was able to pull her back into her mind.

"The king and the general talked slowly, and Yi Jin retreated first" She still understands etiquette, there are some things that should be listened to and should not be heard, she clearly understands that even if she is extremely interested in Murong and the thing in her hand, she can't stay here for a long time.