Since Yu Zhao stayed in this Chaohui Palace on the first day, he has gone through thousands of events, and he has never seen chickens and dogs jump here like tonight. A large group of palace people in the other palace couldn't help but say that they broke in and didn't say anything, and they also cut flowers and stepped on grass everywhere with lanterns to find his master, and the potted plants that had been carefully cultivated in the garden for many years were completely destroyed in just a while.

The sword that the imperial guards had sealed all the year round was easy to half-sheath once, but instead of using the best martial arts to kill the assassin, they bent down and searched like a cat catching a mouse, even so, dozens of efforts were spared to search, but they still couldn't find Sun Fangyi's little woman.

I searched everywhere, and even the bowl and lotus jar were overturned to see, but I almost didn't turn over the yard, but the search was still unsuccessful, and the mood of the waiting people gradually became anxious, and they remembered the pile of witch dolls found from Sun Fangyi's palace, and they felt that the current atmosphere was a little creepy.

There are still a few leaves hanging on the trees in the garden, the wind blows, the branches sway with the wind, and the shadow printed on the ground is like a demon dancing with its teeth and claws, and it can't help but make people's hearts jump when it comes into view, and for a time people are panicking inside and outside the temple.

The wind poured into the corridor, and the place where Yu Zhao and Chu Zikai were standing happened to be a wind outlet, and the chill on his face forced Yu Zhao to cower involuntarily, and the warmth coming from the hall behind him was powerless to fight against it, so he hurriedly tightened his clothes and snuggled up to Chu Zikai's side.

It was already cold and couldn't control it, but Yu Zhao didn't have the slightest intention of wanting to go in, and was willing to suffer the ravages of this cold wind with Chu Zikai. But Chu Zikai felt sorry for her, and said softly: "You obediently go in and sit, wait for me, okay?" ”

Yu Zhao didn't think about it for a moment, and decisively shook his head and refused.

The temperature of the palms of the two of them is cold and hot all year round, Chu Zikai wrapped Yu Zhao's cold little hands as warm as always, still afraid that she would be weak and unable to withstand the cold wind, and discussed with her in a low voice:

"Go in, I'll be fine, I'm just worried that if I can't catch this person tonight, Chaohui Palace will be in trouble, even if I will always accompany you, I don't want you to stay in a little uneasy."

"Unless Your Majesty goes in with me," Yu Zhao shook his head and refused again, stubbornly got closer to Chu Zikai, and replied in a low voice: "I have made too many enemies in the palace, there are dangers everywhere, and there are more places where I am not at ease, Your Majesty is strong in martial arts, only if you can protect it, you must be by your side to feel at ease." ”

"Strong in martial arts?"

It is often not easy to achieve happiness in suffering, but often when Chu Zikai's heart is extremely troubled, what dispelles the sorrow in his heart is often just a sentence that Yu Zhao unintentionally said. At this time, hearing that Yu Zhao made a new evaluation of him, most of his sadness instantly dissipated. Just kidding:

"It turns out that when you often change your tsundere temperament and are willing to take the initiative to stick to me, you actually treat me as your bodyguard, it's too unusual......"

"It's not a guard," the kindness of wanting to accompany was misinterpreted by her, Yu Zhao hurriedly denied it in a weak tone, and after thinking about it, he lowered his voice a little softer:

"I don't know how to say, Your Majesty is like an umbrella in the rain, the people and things in this palace are like the rain, I don't like it, but you have said that you are willing to shelter me from the wind and rain, and I can rest assured that I will gamble for the rest of my life, so you said that you don't want to let me go in a little uneasy, provided that you are also well, I don't want you to have an accident, and I don't want to ......"

The words came to an abrupt end, and the words of affection were expressed by the flesh, Yu Zhao's extremely shy temperament was probably inherently difficult to speak, but these words were indeed from her heart.

Now that the words have been broken, Yu Zhao is embarrassed to continue, but fortunately, Chu Zikai has completely comprehended the meaning in just a few words, and said the next words for her:

"So there are always people in this palace, and there will always be things happening, just like the wind and rain don't stop, if you don't like this rain, you have to stand under my umbrella for the rest of your life, stay with me for the rest of your life, and don't want to leave me for the rest of your life, right?"

Although it is a cliché love words, Chu Zikai's words really said everything from the bottom of Yu Zhao's heart, and she must be ashamed to admit it as usual, but today, somehow, Yu Zhao broke the ground, blushed and nodded slightly to admit:

"It seems that Your Majesty understands, then don't speak, and you don't have to drive me back to sit, I'm willing to stand with you."

There was no one under the corridor, as if only God heard the conversation between the two, when even if he responded to the scene with kindness, a light rain floated between the heavens and the earth, Yu Zhao didn't speak anymore because he was shy, and suddenly noticed that there was rain drifting in, he was very surprised, turned his head to look at Chu Zikai, and happened to meet his gaze, so he looked at each other and smiled, tacitly living quietly alone in this chaos and noise.

There was a crying sound in the hall behind him, it was Concubine Ling, who was disheartened and had not received an answer for a long time, and this suppressed cry became louder and louder, driving away the lingering affection that had just arisen in Yu Zhao's heart, and was replaced by a sense of guilt that slowly came up.

Yu Zhao remembered that he had just described Chu Zikai as an umbrella that could shelter her from the wind and rain for a lifetime, but Concubine Ling and the others sitting in it didn't think so, but Chu Zikai's people and hearts were all inclined to her, and if she only protected the wind and rain for her in this life, she could only let the wind and frost blow them, and even the wind caused by Yu Zhao's big tree would also affect them together.

This accident was like this, and the box containing the witch doll modeled after Yu Zhao was still placed in the middle of the garden, ready to be used as evidence to convict Sun Fangyi. These things were originally used to curse Yu Zhao for not dying well, and they didn't seem to have much to do with Concubine Ling's tears at this time because of the pain of remembering the loss of her child, but Yu Zhao's own heart was like a mirror, no matter what, it couldn't be separated.

Those dolls only represent Sun Fangyi's resentment towards Yu Zhao, her hatred was originally towards Yu Zhao, and the child in Concubine Ling's womb has become a tool she wants to use to frame and eradicate Yu Zhao, because of Chu Zikai's absolute partiality and trust in Yu Zhao, Yu Zhao escaped, and Concubine Ling was involved in these pains for no reason, and after such a long time, she still can't get a definite result, and it is reasonable to break down and cry.

The box was placed in the middle of the courtyard, and Yu Zhao couldn't help but recall the appearance of the terrifying thing inside, and after a moment of horror, he sighed:

"I thought it was my negligence that caused Concubine Ling to give birth prematurely and lose her child, so I felt guilty for her, but now I know that someone killed her mother and son because of resentment against me, and I feel more and more guilty. But if I don't repent, I still don't want Your Majesty to accompany her, and I still want Your Majesty to guard me alone. Suddenly, it is impossible to distinguish whether it is right or wrong to have such selfish thoughts? ”