"Master, have you really decided to do this" Yin Lei, who appeared behind Lan Lingxuan, respectfully asked the man standing in front of the window, his face was originally due to a trace of pain after receiving Feng Yihan's palm, but at this moment, he was a little more worried because of Lan Lingxuan, he knew him, he had no intention of fighting for the throne.

The height is unbearable, he understands, he knows that Lan Lingxuan also understands.

It's just that at this moment, he himself became incomprehensible

Was that his decision, really?

"Yes, I've already decided" Lan Lingxuan turned sideways, looked at the corner of the wall and replied softly, his eyes were dim and confused, and he had already lost his usual radiance.

After Lan Lingxuan blurted out firmness, Yin Lei was silent, the room was quiet for a while, Yin Lei raised his eyes to look at Lan Lingxuan, and through him, he also noticed that the trees outside the window were no longer swaying in the wind.

But how could he understand that the wind was quiet, but he couldn't stop the infinite sadness that was pouring out of Lan Lingxuan's heart at this moment

"Yin Lei, how is your injury" broke the silence of the room, Lan Lingxuan fell his eyes on Yin Lei's body, noticed that the man's delicate face showed a trace of paleness, and said: "Good health and recuperation, after a while, I will order someone to send you some healing medicine" After speaking, he waved his hand and signaled Yin Lei to retreat.

"Yin Lei thanked the master" I saw Yin Lei bow his body slightly, and slowly withdrew from the room according to his words, without looking back, but at the moment of closing the door, his eyes fell on the man standing in front of the window, just a glance, but he had already turned his thoughts into a firm look, he was his master, no matter what kind of choice, as long as it was decided by him, he followed him without hesitation

Weiguo Luoyuan

"Jing'er has seen my father" The woman's unhurried voice came out of the garden, only to see that in the garden, King Wei was wearing a golden dragon inlaid with gold brocade robe, standing with his hands in his hands, standing on the side of the corridor, the golden sunlight shone on his gorgeous clothes, and the gold-inlaid pieces on the clothes were shining, which made Lin Xiying, who was standing behind King Wei, dazzled and lost his heart.

Lin Xiying looked at King Wei in front of him with a confused expression, just now he sent everyone away, including Feng Yin, and she was the only one left, but after everyone retreated, he just stood on the edge of the corridor with his hands in his hands, as if he was thinking about something and seemed to be looking at the grass and trees in this Luo Yuan.

Lin Xiying stared at the figure in front of him, and he didn't know how many times he lost his mind to pass the time for this minute and a second, maybe not long, but in Lin Xiying's opinion, the waiting time was the longest, far better than several years.

Silence circulated in the air, it was obviously a clear weather, but it seemed obscure to Lin Xiying, just because the king in front of him still didn't say a word.

"Father's health is fine" The woman's soft voice broke the silence, she really didn't like this silence, since he didn't speak, then she broke the silence.

"Well, it's no big deal," King Wei said lightly, always carrying the woman behind him.

A word of concern, a light response, and the atmosphere fell back to the dead silence just now.

Lin Xiying looked helplessly at the sky above her head, and then at her feet, she knew that he didn't come to this Luoyuan to see her, not to care about Nangong Luojing's daughter, let alone to come to this Luoyuan to enjoy the autumn scenery, so many no, no, then why did he come here, she was puzzled, the longer he stayed here, the more uneasy she became.

"Father asks Jing'er if he has anything to say to Jing'er" After a period of dead silence, the soft voice sounded again, and Lin Xiying could no longer hold back the eagerness in his heart.

Hearing this, King Wei, who was standing with his hands in his hands, couldn't help but be slightly stunned, he didn't think about coming to this Luoyuan, he just wanted to come out to breathe, but he walked in unconsciously, could it be what the woman said.

Slowly turned around, his eyes fell on the woman who had been standing behind him before, straight silver hair up to the waist, without any hair accessories, just straight and scattered, the crescent-colored beads on his forehead glittered in the sun, the slender figure, the light purple was a little deeper in the light, and the look between the eyebrows was very similar to the woman who lived in his heart.

Concubine Li, what flashed in her mind was the voice and smile of the woman who had long since passed away.

No, she wasn't she, she wasn't her eyes, which had a ripple of brilliance, but gradually regained their original gloom and calm in the next moment's veto.

Lin Xiying looked at King Wei who turned around, and at this moment she thought of taking a good look at this man, this king who didn't know how many springs, summers, autumns and winters he had ruled over this country.

Silver-white hair, in this world, the true color of hair is white, ink-colored hair, how long has she not seen it

The eyebrow color is like ink, because it is like ink, so the years are only on the human skin, and the ink color of the eyebrows leave traces of time, the man in front of him is a good example, only to see that his eyebrows are already a pinch of white, comparable to the long silver hair.

His face, the corners of his eyes, and even his forehead were covered with wrinkles, he was old, although the charm still existed, but it still couldn't change the fact that he was old, but why did she feel a little heartache when she saw the silver white of his eyebrows, and the liquid in his eyes kept producing, as if in the next moment it would burst like a flood.

Lin Xiying lowered her eyes slightly, and there was a panic in her heart, what is the matter, how can it hurt, how can it hurt, just seeing the old face of other people's fathers, why is it distressed, even looking at his father does not have such a distressed feeling

King Wei raised the eyes that fell on Nangong Luo Jing, and wanted to move his eyes elsewhere, just because he looked at her for so long, but after all, he didn't see the coldness on her face fade a little, how long had he not spoken to his daughter, when did her face start to be as cold as frost, and even her mother's departure could not leave her in tears.

Thinking of this, King Wei's face did not have the kind of love that a father should have, and was replaced by a cold face, as if it was his courtier standing in front of him, just his courtier.

Without noticing the strangeness on the woman's face and the bloodshot in her eyes, she turned her eyes away.

"This king is just here to walk around, and he has nothing to say to you."

As the old saying goes, good words are warm in three winters, and bad words hurt people in June, at this moment, Lin Xiying finally felt the deep chill in this sentence, the cold devoured the bones, like cold ice piercing straight into the chest, and he couldn't tell the pain.

Lin Xiying stood stupidly in place, her eyes were full of coldness, the liquid that filled her eyes had long since dried up, her cold eyes looked at the so-called father in front of her, she actually felt like laughing, the corners of her lips twitched slightly, and a beautiful and flawless smile emerged, but she smiled more and more, and her heart hurt so much that she could suffocate herself