The palace is full of lights and beaming.

Yu Yang was named the lord of Yuxin, and he has recently been accepted into the palace, and he is ready to marry when the injuries on Lie Chang'an's body are healed.

The emperor arranged to marry in the palace, didn't he just want the prince and his hometown to hear the joyful sound of gongs and drums outside, so that they could die as soon as possible?

Every step of the emperor is full of calculations, and the prince asks himself that the king of a country has done his father's part, which is already unparalleled.

The prince felt that his heart should be dead.

The matter is irreparable, he can't do anything, and there has never been a moment when he hates himself so much as he does now, why is it so useless, he can only watch her marry someone else.

He was heartbroken, hiding in the East Palace and getting drunk day after day.

Another nightfall, the beginning of a difficult night.

The prince put down the wine jug in his hand, looked up at the bright moon in the sky, the breeze was blowing, and the air was full of the sultry heat of Lixia.

He knew that the days were going by, and that the day of their marriage was getting closer, and that troubles were like sticky silk drawn from the belly of a spider, coiling around his heart, making him flustered.

The prince suddenly put down the flask, got up and walked out.

Yu Yang lives in Pinglan Palace.

When the prince arrived there, there was no one outside to guard and serve, after all, it was just a nominal county lord, and the emperor didn't pay much attention to it, but just took it into the palace to give a reward, and then married out according to the number of rites.

But when the prince walked into Pinglan Palace, he was still dazzled by the red lanterns hanging everywhere and the big red happy words pasted. The first grab

It was late at night, but Yu Yang didn't sleep.

She sat alone at the table in the room, with a cup of tea in front of her, her eyes empty and dazed, not knowing what she was thinking.

Hearing a knock on the door outside, I thought it was the maid who came in to serve the bathing and changing clothes, but slowly came back to her senses before she whispered, "Come in." ”

The door creaked open, and the evening breeze blew in, carrying the slightest wisp of wine.

Yu Yang frowned, raised his head, and saw the prince in a white straight suit standing at the door, his hands supporting the door frame, his eyes were scarlet, his face was tense, and he was staring at her for a moment.

Yu Yang was stunned, he never thought that the person who was still thinking about it just now would appear in front of him.

She suddenly had a sour nose, thinking about it day and night and thinking about the person in her bones, which would be close at hand, but she couldn't take a step forward and tell him how tormented and painful she was in her heart these days.

The prince walked in, one step at a time, two steps and three steps, stopped in front of Yu Yang, and only stared at her tightly, his eyes were obscure and heartache, and his voice was hoarse, "Don't marry him." ”

It was the first thing he said.

Yu Yang's heart trembled, his eyes were slightly red, but he raised his head and laughed, "Is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince joking?" ”

The prince's heart was like a knife, his fists were clenched, and he suddenly roared uncontrollably, "I don't allow you to marry him!" I'm not allowed! ”

"His Royal Highness the Prince."

Yu Yang tugged at the corners of his sarcastic mouth, "This is a marriage contract given by the emperor Chrysostom, how can there be any reason not to marry?" Besides, if you don't allow it, I won't marry, who are you? ”

The prince seemed to have been stabbed by something, he intuitively felt that he shouldn't come here tonight, but he couldn't resist the thoughts in his heart, and he couldn't resist the humble hope in his heart, so he couldn't help but come after all.