Shangshu Bureau's Fengzhao Beauty Chronicle originally deleted Chu Changting's portrait and life. A few days ago, Qiu Cairen thought of a way to sandwich a piece of Chu Changting's danqing in the beauty chronicles, and there was a bright line on it:

My wife, the love of my life.

So when Han Miaoji got the beauty zhi to Chu Changting, Chu Changting flipped through and turned to the Danqing of Chu Changting.

Han Miao's eyes shrank - she had clearly confirmed that this beauty chronicle was deleted, why was there Chu Changting's danqing sandwiched in it.

trembling and unfolding the danqing, the woman on it has bright eyes and a peerless face.

"Changting my wife, the love of my life......" Chu Changting read out that line of words tremblingly, tears kept rolling in his eyes, and his lips trembled spasmodically because of sourness.

At this moment, Yan'er ran in with a box of spices, and approached Chu Changting and curiously glanced at the danqing in Chu Changting's hand. Yan'er is illiterate, so he doesn't recognize the inscription on it, and his voice is happy and bright: "Who painted Danqing for Niangniang, it looks like Niangniang, and it should be rewarded!" ”

Han Miaoji gave Yan'er a warning look, but Yan'er didn't taste it, and still said with great interest: "The Internal Affairs Office just gave us a lot of spices, I heard that it was given by His Majesty, and it was given by His Majesty himself, and this is the only one in the harem!" ”

Seeing that Chu Changting was stunned and didn't reply to her, Yan'er called her again in confusion.

A tear slipped down.

Chu Changting's body trembled slightly.

A mouthful of bright red blood spurted out, staining his pale lips red.

A box full of spices fell to the ground with the blood shattered, raising layers of powder, filling the room with a decadent and enchanting fragrance.

Before Chu Changting lost consciousness, the heavens and the earth blurred, and only Yan'er and Han Yaoxi were left in their ears calling anxiously.

It seemed that it took a long time for Chu Changting to wake up from the chaos.

Forcefully broke open the heavy eyes, and the goal was Yi Lunhuan's eager face.

"Chu Chu, you're finally awake."

The gentle tone was the same as before, but it made Chu Changting's eyes full of sarcasm.

Seeing that Chu Changting didn't say a word, he just looked straight at the beam of the room in silence, his eyes were empty, and his face was gloomy. Yi Lun Huan's face gradually became complicated, and he reached out to caress Chu Changting's face, but she gently avoided it.

A thousand words were blocked in her heart, but Yi Lunhuan didn't know how to speak, and her desire to speak several times was sensitively captured by Chu Changting, she slightly turned her head sideways to look at Yi Lunhuan, who was a little embarrassed and panicked, and wanted to speak, but she felt that her mouth was dry, and her throat was hot and painful, as if a piece of skin and flesh had fallen from there.

The atmosphere became solemn for a while, Chu Changting tried to endure it, and tears still burst out of the embankment.

She cleared her throat, Yi Lunhuan hurriedly brought her a cup of tea, Chu Changting turned his face and didn't want to drink it, but his mouth was hot and painful, so he took a sip gently. When I entered the tea mouth, I suddenly felt a lot more refreshed in my throat.

Chu Changting sat up with his body propped up, and Yi Lunhuan put a pillow on her.

"Is the child okay?" Chu Changting's voice was low, hoarse as hemoptysis.

"The kid is fine." Yi Lunhuan reached out and wanted to pinch Chu Changting's hand, but she avoided it.

"I know, you saw Chu Changting's danqing, right?" Yi Lunhuan spoke softly. In fact, he also expected today, at that time, he thought that no matter how Chu Changting cried and tossed, he only needed to tie her up, either in the cold palace, or in the Yuanchen Palace, as long as she was alive, as long as she was obedient, as long as she was by his side, he didn't care about anything.

Just like when she first lost her memory, as long as she pretended to be cold and alienated, pretended not to care about her at all, and finally grabbed her and threatened her to obey her.

But today, he faced Chu Changting who was like ashes, she who was as silent as death, and he who might really regard himself as Su Jin and had true feelings for him, he found that he couldn't do anything. The decisiveness of the past has turned into finger-twisting tenderness at this moment.

He couldn't say a word of cruelty.

"Your Majesty, do you love Jin'er or that Chu Changting."

The hoarse voice was mixed with choked throats, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

"I have always loved you." Yi Lun replied with a trembling voice.

"Do you love me, or do you have a face that is the same as Chu Changting?"

The thin shoulders shrugged with crying, like a panicked fawn disoriented in the woods.

"I love you." Yi Lunhuan stretched out his hand and held Chu Changting tightly, not giving her a chance to escape.

"It turns out that what you love is Su Jin." Chu Changting raised his head coldly, tears flowed down his face, and Yi Lunhuan's outline became more and more blurred, gradually blending with the dusty past.

Seeing the resolute look on Chu Changting's face, Yi Lunhuan's heart was empty.