Yao Jin, who was dressed in the mink fur of Emperor Wen Zihua of Wei and was firmly grasped by him with one hand, had to sit on the dragon chariot with him again in full view of everyone, and faced the surprised or composed eyes of the palace maids and eunuchs along the way, as well as the affectionate expression of Jiang Yingyue, who came to ask for peace, when she stood beside the dragon chariot and saluted, Yao Jin immediately stepped on Wen Zihua's noble and gorgeous dragon boots without hesitation, and whispered hatefully: " Even if you become the emperor, Wen Zihua, let me tell you, I, Yao Jin, are different from others, and I know you well! Don't always assign me like you have a handle on me!"

Although Wen Zihua's smile was not as gentle as when she was alone with Yao Jin, she also looked at her with a faint smile: "Yao Jin, if I really want you to do something, you should know that I have this ability, and I don't need you to do anything at all." ”

Yao Jin opened her mouth, but in the end she didn't say anything, half-pouted and decided not to pay attention to him anymore, but after a while, seeing Long Yuan stopped under the long bell tower, she couldn't help frowning and said: "What are you doing here on such a cold day?" Don't you have anything to say to the top of this building before you can tell me?

Before the words fell, Yao Jin suddenly remembered that the old Emperor Wei also fell to his death before he died, and his heart sank, and he looked at Wen Zihua who didn't speak, watching him get off the dragon chariot, watching him help himself down, watching him walk in front of him, but he always didn't say a word. Yao Jin plucked up the courage to step forward and pull his sleeve, and Si Ai said in a way: "That...... Well, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I'm sorry. ”

Wen Zihua's heart trembled slightly, he actually didn't care about what Yao Jin had just said about jumping off the building, because the scene before Emperor Wei died had already reproduced in his heart thousands of times, so that when he woke up from that dream again and again, he no longer felt scared, and he no longer had a trace of heartache. He seems to have become numb, in this majestic evergreen palace, he is supreme, but also cold and lonely, the embrace of warm fragrant nephrite in the harem, the former dynasty Lille's deceitful schemes, he always knew that he could come easily, but he didn't know, it turned out that if he really sat on that dragon chair, his heart would become harder and colder, but when Yao Jin carefully pulled his sleeve, Wen Zihua suddenly felt soft in his heart, like a person who was about to freeze and suddenly hugged a stove, and he also turned around and hugged Yao Jin.

Caught off guard, without warning.

Yao Jin's wide-eyed eyes and slightly open mouth showed that she didn't know about Wen Zihua's hug, and she even raised her hands as if surrendering, but seeing the expressions of the eunuchs and palace maids around her, the kind of virtue that she obviously saw but insisted on treating it as a piece of air, one by one lowered her head and looked around, Yao Jin was a little angry, and said to Wen Zihua's ears in a rough voice: "Hey, are you enough?"

"Nope. ”

This kind of domineering president-like answer didn't really work for Yao Jin, she decisively kicked Wen Zihua's calf, and then broke free from his embrace, and Qi Yu walked around him and entered the long bell tower first.

The long bell is nine floors, and the long bell rings layer by layer. Yao Jin's Qi Yu Xuanang was finally defeated when she climbed to the seventh floor, she held on to the handrail of the stairs and panted slightly, rubbed her knee with her other hand, stretched her head to look down, at this time Wen Zihua walked up unhurriedly, his speed was neither as fast as Yao Jin climbed at the beginning, nor like she was so tired now that she didn't want to walk. Seeing that Wen Zihua had already walked past him and overtaken him, Yao Jin was a little annoyed, so he grabbed his sleeve.

"Wait for me!"

Wen Zihua looked at Yao Jin, looked at her little hands clutching herself, looked at her with an annoyed face, he couldn't tell her how reluctant he was, he knew that after today's long bell tower, they might never cross paths again, he might never have the opportunity to get close to her like this again, she would never come to him again, he couldn't imagine what reason he could use to expect his dream that he didn't want to come true but hoped to come true in his long life in the future - but at this moment, he really couldn't keep her anymore.

"I'll go up first, let them stay with you here, and when you're rested, go up and find me." ”

Seeing Wen Zihua's slender figure walking up elegantly, leaving a large group of eunuchs and palace maids to look at her, as if they were waiting for her order to go up and chase their master, Yao Jinliu raised his eyebrows, and said coquettishly: "It's all waiting here, don't come over!"

The top of the long bell tower.

Yao Jin saw that although there was a stove in the room on the top floor, there was no one, so he ran to the corridor outside to look around, and found Wen Zihua standing in front of a railing with the widest field of vision, as if he was looking out from the railing.

Yao Jin walked over slowly.

In fact, Wen Zihua is really good-looking, this point has been acquiesced by Yao Jin as early as when Li Chao met for the first time, and even at that extremely embarrassing noon in SKS. His silhouette is very three-dimensional, his eyebrows and eyes are deep, but it is not just the so-called thick sword eyebrows or a straight nose, it is the kind of kind that when you see him, you know that he is different from all the men you have known or seen before, he is unique, and he is dazzling.

This is how Yao Jin feels at this moment, she slowly approached him, looked up at his side face, her eyes were appreciative, with vigilance and proportion, and then from time to time there would be a little obsessive infatuation - Wen Zihua turned slightly sideways towards her, and suddenly said without a beginning or an end: "You know, I'm very proud." ”

Without asking rhetorically, without laughing, Yao Jin was silent for a moment and nodded seriously, "Well, I know." ”

"So if you have one, you can only ask once. ”

"Hmm. ”

"So you- are you still deciding like that?"

The sun shone a circle of golden light on Wen Zihua's face, Yao Jin only felt that it was hot from her heart to her throat, so hot that she couldn't help but press her heart, as if she was worried that her heart would jump out, she lowered her eyelids, and her thick eyelashes were also hazy by the sun, and there were many irrelevant people flashing in her mind, Zhao Yu, Murong Jing, Long Wan, and even Jin Liancheng, Yao Jin took a deep breath and nodded again: "I still decided like that, I won't change." ”

"Even if he's gone, you don't want to stay in the Evergreen Palace and stand side by side with me, right?"

Yao Jin looked up in surprise, her lips opened and closed slightly, and after a while, she grabbed Wen Zihua's shirt: "What did you say! What did you say! Who are you talking about?!"

"Yao Jin, do you really care about him like this? You and him are really not from the same world, you know this better than anyone else. ”

"You fart! Tell me where he is! What does it mean that he is gone, you make it clear! Wen Zihua, you make it clear!"

Looking at the angry Yao Jin's eyes in Zhang Huang's panic, Wen Zihua's heart was unspeakably sour, he didn't want to admit it, but he really felt this kind of emotion that he never disdained at this moment but was extremely real: jealousy.

"He didn't die, but he was robbed by Emperor Li's men in that fire, and you should never have a chance to see him in your life. Wen Zihua said simply and quickly in an almost cold tone, and then put his hands on the railing in front of him, pursed his lips, and did not intend to speak again.