Luo Yao walked out of the Huiran Pavilion, looked up at the blue and cloudy autumn sky, and stood silently for a moment.

The palace people led him back to the outside of the Chengji Palace.

At this time, Qing Ling also happened to end the conversation with Emperor Hao, and slowly walked down from the palace steps with a gloomy face.

The two looked at each other from a distance across the white jade steps and the courtyard, and their hearts were heavy and entangled.

"With your ability, it is not difficult to slowly intervene in the clan affairs of the Baili Clan. But what have you done in the past year, you know it in your own heart! I am afraid that you still know nothing about what they are planning to do in private, and the secret of how they communicate with the people of the Western Continent......"

"It's not just a question of whether you're productive or not, it's whether you've really worked hard?"

"The main purpose of marrying you to Daze is to give birth to an heir with the blood of the Baili clan and the Luo clan for the Chaoyan royal family, you know this very well. But how do you do it? I don't get along with that kid from the Baili family, and I don't even care about him messing around outside, where did the courage of slapping the sister of the Gaodu clan go? ”

"I knew that you were so lacking in the master's skills to control the inner house, so it was better to let Ah Jing marry her! What can you accomplish with your faithfulness alone? ”

"Don't tell me that people's hearts are uncontrollable! When you followed Mu Chen, you could even calculate the killing in Wutong Town, what else would you not and what you couldn't? You are also a person who has been trained in the court, how can you not understand the means of influencing people's hearts? ”

Qing Ling lowered his eyes, pressed the rebuke of his father that was haunting his mind into the depths, and tried not to think about it again.

She slowly walked down the steps of the hall, through the vestibule, and stopped in front of Luo Yao.

"So fast?"

Qing Ling glanced up at him.

Luo Yao removed the complicated look in his eyes, "Huh? ”

"Aren't you going to visit Ajing?"

Luo Yao was stunned for a moment and shook his head, "No." ”

Both of them were strangely silent, turned around, and walked side by side towards the place where the imperial palace was parked.

At this time, I saw two rows of palace attendants at the corner gate of the courtyard, and they were walking in this direction.

The first person has a long body and a cold atmosphere, a heavy brocade white dress reveals dignity and elegance, and the steps between the actions are not slow and leisurely, but the posture is partial and reveals the admirable royal spirit.

He noticed the people in the courtyard, his steps suddenly paused, his dark eyes suppressed the surging emotions, and the hand behind him unconsciously moved to the front of him.

Qing Ling also looked at him.

She hesitated for a moment, stepped forward, and bowed on her knees, "Brother Wang." ”

Mu Chen stretched out his hand to help him, his gaze fixed on her face for a moment, "Back?" ”

After hearing that Daze had an accident, he found an excuse and hurried to Pingfeng City, but he missed Qingling who entered Beijing. Seeing each other again at this time, the churning and anxious emotions at the beginning have been endured a lot, but they still dominate the subtleties of his demeanor.

Qing Ling was held by Mu Chen's hand, only to feel that the strength of the slender fingers was slightly suffocating, and he hurriedly moved his attention behind him, and saluted An Huaiyu and Mu Linglu: "I've seen two sisters-in-law." ”

An Huaiyu has been married to Mu Chen for a long time, and when he saw Qingling saluting him, he also returned the salute generously, "Emperor Ji." ”

Mu Linglu had just settled a family affair with Mu Chen, and had not yet passed the door, and had a very good relationship with Qingling in the past, and there were many whispers and discussions in the boudoir that laughed and imagined her future husband, and when she saw this situation, her cheeks turned red, and she was shy and speechless for a while.

Mu Chen just looked at Qing Ling with a focused expression, but unexpectedly, she quickly withdrew her hand from her palm, brushed her sideburns and hair, didn't look at him, and said with a light smile: "Brother Wang brought his sisters-in-law to meet his father, right?" He turned his head and glanced in Luo Yao's direction, "Then the son and I will go back to the house first, so as not to delay your business with your father." ”

Mu Chen felt that his hands were suddenly empty, and he was faintly aware of something, and his heart fell a little unconsciously, but he couldn't say or do anything in front of everyone.

Qing Ling took a step back, saluted Mu Chen again, smiled politely at An Huaiyu and Mu Linglu, and then turned around and walked back to Luo Yao, raised his hand to support his arm, pulled him, and turned around to walk in the direction outside the hall gate.

An Huaiyu didn't see the strangeness of the conversation between Qingling and Mu Chen, but felt that the emperor didn't seem to want the prince to meet everyone. As she served Mu Chen for a long time, her ability to understand the world has improved slightly, and she subconsciously thinks of the competition between the An clan and the Baili clan, lest Mu Chen be difficult to do in front of her sister because of herself, so she turned her neck to look at the backs of Qing Ling and Luo Yao, and smiled in a harmonious atmosphere: "Although she is married, Di Ji is the most noble woman in our Eastern Continent after all, no matter what she wants to do, the prince will only follow silently." ”

Mu Linglu next to him didn't know what to do, only thinking that he didn't seem to be very enthusiastic about Qingling just now, and he was faintly apologetic, so he took over the words in a soft voice when he heard the words: "The prince follows the emperor, but it may not be for her identity. I heard that when they were newly married, they stayed in Fuyu Shuizawa for seven full days, which is an excellent omen according to Daze's customs. I want to get along on weekdays, and it's very harmonious. ”

Mu Chen stood in place, silent for a long time.

Qing Ling half-supported and half-dragged Luo Yao's arm, walked to the front of Yuyu, let go of his hand, quickly bent down and got into the car, and sat by the window.

Luo Yao sat down opposite her, lifted the brocade curtain and commanded a few words. Under the escort of the guards, the imperial public set off slowly.

Qing Ling's forehead was against the edge of the window, and he was silent for a long time, then slowly straightened up and looked at Luo Yao opposite.

Luo Yao also looked at her.

Outside the window, the clouds flowed, and the breeze entered, wrinkling his robe and outlining the slender lines of his figure. A few strands of hair brushed over the handsome face, and a pair of glazed eyes were shiny, containing complex and tangled emotions.

She remembered that day on the boat in the water of Fuyu, he also looked at her like this, and asked her: "Has the senior sister ever thought that she would go down the river like this, away from the rights and wrongs behind her, and go to a completely unfamiliar place and start life again?" ”

How did she answer at that time......

Dominated by a powerful and inexplicable emotion, Qing Ling leaned over, slowly knelt down on the soft golden silk wool carpet, and threw his head on Luo Yao's lap.

"Little Seven ......"

She whispered.

Luo Yao's body stiffened, lost his mind for a moment, and then hugged Qing Ling, "Senior sister." ”

Ups and downs of emotions, fickle attitudes, elusive minds.

Sometimes I feel that she is very close to me, and sometimes I feel that she is far away. One moment it seemed like they wanted to hold his hand, and the next moment, they didn't hesitate to push him away.

After listening to so many chilling and heart-wrenching cruel words from her, can he still hug her in his arms again?

On the robe, the wetness of tears began to spread.

Thinking of the meeting between her and Mu Chen just now, and the look of them holding hands and looking at each other, Luo Yao seemed to understand something, and the hand that was originally half-raised and wanted to stroke Qing Ling's hair fell down again, turned his head, and looked out the window in silence.

Qing Ling wept silently.

In fact, she didn't want to be so cowardly and pathetic, and brazenly coveted the warmth of the person next to her. But too many things weighed heavily on her heart, and she couldn't breathe, like a person who was about to drown struggling to catch the last wisp of air.

She was a pawn of her father. This has long been understood. Therefore, I never prayed for his unconditional care and love. Even if you have just experienced a mutation that escaped death, you can't expect to be comforted by your father, right?

What's more, in his eyes, he was Mu Chen's supporter, and he was very likely to be one of the masterminds behind the whole thing......

Admittedly, he didn't mind the bloody upheaval that had taken place in Windy City.

Weakening the family, and doing it so well and leaving no tricks behind, is a situation he is happy to see.

The only thing he was waiting for right now was the child who could be used to replace him after he got rid of Daze Baili, right?

This deal, this promise, she knew it for a long time.

Just as she already knew what kind of person Mu Chen was, and what kind of things he could do to achieve his goals.

Even if she and Yan both died in the West Sea this time, there shouldn't be anything unclear, right?

I already knew, I already knew......

Qing Ling silently shed tears without saying a word, wrapping his arms around Luo Yao's knees, breathing in a familiar and crisp breath.

She thought he would say something, ask something, or just push her away, but he remained motionless and silent.

The Imperial Court slowly stopped outside the Emperor's Mansion.

Qing Ling raised his hand to wipe the tears on his cheeks, stood up, and got off the car with a solemn face.

Only then did she notice that there were many more patrols and garrisons around her mansion, and there were also elite soldiers in heavy armor in the streets and alleys on both sides.

The person in charge who went out of the palace to greet him was very good at observing his face, and when he saw this, he stepped forward and said: "Because I am worried that there will be aftermath of the accident in Daze, Your Majesty has sent a forbidden army to protect the safety of His Highness and the prince. After a pause, he consciously and shrewdly lowered his voice and added, "Xu Hong, the general who led the troops, is a person from His Royal Highness the Great Prince. ”

Qing Ling closed her lips and was silent, noncommittal, and stepped into the door of the mansion in a long skirt.

The Emperor's Mansion was originally not large, and there was only one courtyard used as the master's bedroom, so this time Qingling returned to the province with her husband, and it was inevitable that she would need to live in the same room.

Qing Lingtui said that he had a bad appetite, and as soon as he returned home, he locked himself in the bedroom.

In the evening, Luo Yao also had dinner alone in the flower hall, and sat in the garden for a long time before slowly returning to the resting courtyard.

The window screen reflects a figure sitting against the window, lonely and lonely.

Luo Yao stopped outside the window for a long time before pushing the door in.

Qing Ling wore a slightly light plain gauze long dress, curled up on the couch, holding a wine glass in one hand, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows, revealing a snow-white forearm.

She heard the sound, raised her eyes, and remembered in a trance that she had said that this couch was reserved for Luo Yao, so she slowly stood up, hooked her fingers over the jug containing Xiluzi on the table, and walked towards the inner compartment with slight steps.

Luo Yao reached out and grabbed her arm, "Senior sister, let's talk." ”

He was condescending, and the expression in Liuli's eyes was complicated.

Qing Ling looked at the dust-stricken man in front of him, remembered the scene of tears on his lap today, cleared his throat a little embarrassed, and asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "What do you want to talk about?" ”

The cruel words he said on the day of the chaos are still in his ears, and his uncharacteristically indifferent and distant afterwards is also reasonable.

Thinking about it, if he wants to get to the bottom of it today and question the crusade, he can't avoid it.

She and her blood relatives can fall into a situation of constant suspicion and constant precaution, how can they expect others to be kind to her forever, regardless of fairness or not?

Luo Yao's gaze was tightly twisted around her, but the words she said were something she didn't expect:

"Let's go to the round house."