Xie Yanhe knelt in the main hall with his head down, the girl's slender figure was as tall as a beautiful bamboo, and there were no heartbreaking tears in the slightly red and swollen peach blossom eyes, and the clear eyes were dust-free.

This is the most real appearance of a girl, cold, sharp, light, and rebellious...... It's just that the innocence and brightness of the past are gone.

Wei Zhao was stung by the jealousy in Xie Yanhe's eyes, and there was a moment of sourness in his heart. The girl who grew up in the palm of her hand wanted to raise her in the most expensive flower room and not let her withstand any wind and rain, but it always backfired.

"Three years, you've grown up." Wei Zhao's anger was like a ball punctured by a needle, and his eyes when he looked at Xie Yanhe were no longer as sharp as Fang Cai, and his deep eyes even carried a hint of pity.

Xie Yanhe's heart shook, she pursed her lips and said, "Your Majesty didn't want me to grow up before, but after a fall, I always have to learn some lessons." ”

The girl's shallow tone revealed a hint of irony. Wei Zhao was stunned, he didn't expect Xie Yanhe to be so bold.

But the strange thing is that Wei Zhao didn't feel offended and angry, his cold and hard eyebrows softened, his deep ink eyes seemed to contain a stream of flowing spring water, and even the corners of his majestic lips suppressed a slight smile.

"What are you weirding about?" Wei Zhao didn't wait for Xie Yanhe to speak, his majestic face showed a faint smile very rarely, and he said softly: "I have hesitated before. I married you to the crown prince in order to put you under my nose, but later...... I can't bear it. ”

Wei Zhao said the deepest thoughts in his heart, he never showed indecision and weakness in front of others, hesitation and struggle for the identity and age of the two. But at this moment, he wanted to tell the girl.

What he gave her was not only the love of the emperor, but also a man's most primitive emotion for a woman, a wrong heartbeat, which did not know where to start and where to go.

The emperor cannot have weaknesses, let alone weaknesses.

Since Wei Zhao was still an unfavored prince, he had the ambition to compete in the world. He wanted the supreme position in this world, and gave his father the most severe slap in the face.

He can be a "virtuous corporal" or "a fellow with his son", but women are not in his life plan. But even if he is as supreme as an emperor, there are variables in his life that make him uncontrollable, and accidents that he can't refuse.

The little girl, who came to him at the age of seven, was only a little higher than his knees. He watched her transform from a girl doll with pink makeup to a graceful cardamom girl, and transformed into the image of his heart.

Wei Zhao was used to solitude. Since ancient times, the heights have been unbearable, and the emperor "called himself a lonely man", and he never needed anyone by his side.

But in Xie Yanhe's smile like a flower, in his eyes, and in the sound of warblers and swallows, Wei Zhao gradually discovered how cold his pillow was on a lonely and cold night......

A cold moon outside the window, swaying with a cold silver glow, reflects the figure of a generation of emperors more and more lonely and cold.

An indifferent and ruthless emperor, infected with the seven emotions and six desires of the mortal world, fell to the altar, Wei Zhao also panicked, but in the end, he let himself fall into the girl's tactful and low-pitched eyes; In a sweet dream.

If this road of the emperor paved by blades and authority, someone stands side by side with him, walking through thick and thin, this road will no longer be lonely.

Wei Zhao looked at Xie Yanhe's eyes, cherishing and doting in his ink eyes, as if he was looking at the treasure in this world.

"Sleep, I can't bear it." Wei Zhao repeated this sentence in a low voice, and the low words were filled with magma-like emotions, which were extremely hot and unshakable.

Xie Yanhe looked at the emperor on the throne in surprise.

At some point, the deep emperor had already stood up.

He has a heroic posture and a cold countenance, and the momentum of a king is unstoppable; It is like an impassable mountain in the world, a river that cannot be crossed; He is the vast sea, the boundless night sky, the unfathomable abyss!

But under the top of the mountain, there is a rushing stream, and under the river, there is a soft algae, a bright starlight and a jumping broken gold......

Xie Yanhe's heartstrings seemed to be gently plucked by a broad palm, which shook her heart's tip......

Long......

Xie Yanhe calmed down, she lightly opened her lips, and said faintly: "Your Majesty, the courtiers don't want to be compliments. ”

Wei Zhao didn't expect that his confession was almost weak, but in exchange for Xie Yanhe's understatement, "I don't want to be a compliment".

Is she afraid that she will become a "red face and trouble"? Or do you not want to be his celebrity at all?

The emperor's true feelings are so rare, but Xie Yanhe dismisses them.

Wei Zhao seemed to have been poured a basin of ice water on his head, and his charming feelings dissipated without a trace, The sharp edge in his eyes flashed, and he hooked his lips lightly.

"Don't worry, I'm not King Zhou You." Wei Zhao's deep voice was cold and terrifying, and his cold eyebrows were full of frost.

Originally, he thought that the girl was just a lion cat that occasionally stretched out its paws, but he didn't expect it to be an unruly horse, Wei Zhao snorted and said, "I won't give you a chance to be a compliment." ”

Xie Yanhe raised the corners of her lips, she looked at Emperor Jianyuan with a pair of peach blossom eyes that were full of anticipation, and said with a beautiful smile like a flower: "How did Your Majesty know that she would not become the King of Zhou You?" ”

When she looked at herself, Wei Zhao often had the illusion that her eyes were only herself, full of herself.

is still a little girl, and even the beauty trick is so shallow and perfunctory. Wei Zhao felt that he really didn't need to be angry with Xie Yanhe at this moment, such an immature little girl, she was so much older than her, why not let some of them go.

On Wei Zhaojunyi's face, his majestic and cold expression was like ice and snow melting, and his ink eyes had a hint of warmth, and he raised his eyebrows and smiled: "If you don't stand in my position, you won't know the scenery in my eyes." ”

The kind of self-confidence and arrogance that everything in the world is under control is very unfamiliar to Xie Yanhe, and she suddenly has a realization in her heart: Today's means of dealing with Changping Bofu are probably invisible in the eyes of the emperor's insight into all things.

Her painstaking calculations and schemes may be as ridiculous as a child in his eyes.

Xie Yanhe felt a strong sense of powerlessness in his heart, such a powerful man who seemed to be omnipotent, was bound to win for himself, and he was pressing his brother's future together to gamble? Or will it just sink?

Wei Zhao didn't give Xie Yanhe much time to think, he stepped down from the throne calmly and stood in front of Xie Yanhe.

Wei Zhao's condescending gaze was unobstructed. His seemingly unwavering gaze quietly slid over the top of the girl's jet-black hair, and the eyebrows and eyes like soft water, stopping briefly on the red cherry lips, sliding over the girl's delicate jaw and slender neck, extending to the indescribable peaks.

On the spring branches, the peach blossoms are blooming, because of the charm that reveals a touch of greenness, it is even more graceful and delicate.

A huge storm gradually accumulated under his inky eyes, his heart was on fire, and his reason was almost burned out......

Wei Zhao stretched out his arms, grabbed Xie Yan and Yingying's waists with both palms, and hugged them into his arms amid the girl's exclamation......

The sky was spinning in front of him, and Xie Yanhe's kneeling knees were stumbled by Wei Zhao, and they couldn't catch their momentum and threw themselves into the emperor's arms.

"Your Majesty......" Xie Yanhe's frightened eyes instantly gave birth to a frightened look like a deer falling into a trap, his bright eyes trembled slightly, and his slender and thick eyelashes trembled even more......

Xie Yanhe had already lost count of how many times this was the case, and without preparation, he was subjected to the emperor's indifference for no reason.

Xie Yanhe wanted to push the person away, but her arms suddenly lost strength under the emperor's dark black eyes, her fingers trembled, and her braided jade teeth even clucked.

"Afraid of me?" A happy chuckle escaped from Wei Zhao's chest, he raised his hand, and his calloused fingertips swept across Xie Yanhe's face, his skin as warm as jade, and he couldn't find a trace of flaw, making his fingertips linger incomparably.

"It's good that there are no scars." Wei Zhao breathed a sigh of relief. In order to threaten himself, Mianmian disfigured himself that day, although it was only a shallow opening, Wei Zhao was still frightened.

As soon as Xie Yanhe returned home, Wei Zhao asked the chamberlain to send a "jade cream", a tube of holy medicine for removing scars and beautifying and moisturizing.

After the chamberlain retreated, Wei Zhao lingered in the dormitory for a long time because he was worried, until the chamberlain returned to the palace to resume his life.

What he didn't expect was that the chamberlain replied that the county lord of Yonghe took the ointment he gave without asking.

Wei Zhao was still not at ease, until a few days later, the secret guard came with news that the injuries on Xie Yanhe's face had healed, and there was no scar left at all.

Wei Zhao breathed a sigh of relief. As long as Mianmian no longer has thoughts of self-harm, he can tolerate all her willfulness and nonsense.

Compared with the hazy tears that made him feel extremely sorry, he still liked her bright smile like a blazing sun.

Now that he has verified it by himself, Wei Zhao is completely relieved.

"Don't hurt yourself again. Otherwise......" Wei Zhao coldly pulled the corners of his lips and put down a cold threat, "Those people you care about, if you hurt one point, I will make them hurt three points." ”

The fear in Xie Yanhe's heart had not yet been completely overcome, and the emperor's cold threat came to his ears.

The emperor's whispers are more like the whispers between lovers, but between the lines, they are killing step by step.

Xie Yanhe thought of her brother who was stationed on the frontier and defended the country on the front line, so she and she had not seen her for several years, and the anger burning in her chest had overshadowed the anxiety and panic in her heart.

Xie Yan laughed angrily, and said coldly: "The brother of the courtier's daughter threw his head and spilled blood for His Majesty on the front line, but His Majesty was angry with him because of his personal feelings. Because of the selfishness of the public and the self-destruction of the Great Wall, His Majesty still said that he was not a faint king? ”

Xie Yanhe almost pointed at Emperor Jianyuan's nose and scolded the faint monarch.

Wei Zhao looked at the girl's vivid complexion, her angry appearance was much cuter than the one she was frightened just now.

Wei Zhao chuckled lightly and said softly, "Angry? ”

He stretched out his index finger, lightly scraped the tip of Xie Yanhe's small nose, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "I have often been so angry with you that my heart hurts, and now I should let you taste it!" ”

Wei Zhao's ink eyes were full of doting smiles, and his eyes looked at Xie Yanhe's eyes like spring breeze and rain, as if he wanted to drown the girl in his affectionate eyes.

Xie Yanhe tilted his head a little uncomfortably, and said coldly: "Your Majesty's heart hurts, shouldn't you see an imperial doctor?" After all, he is old. ”

The last sentence seems to be joking, but it is actually sarcastic.

One of Wei Zhao's hanging arms was clenched into a fist, his fingertips embedded in the flesh, and the back of his hand was even more bruise.

I was born before I was born, and I am old when you were born!

The age difference between the two is a regret that Wei Zhao never wants to mention, he always allows himself to deliberately ignore the past, and the more he avoids it, the more he cares. Hate in your heart! From hatred to demons!

I can't give her a white head to grow old with, but I am stubborn and resolute and want her life! This is the last sore spot that Wei Zhao wants to admit.

He hugged Xie Yanhe's arm and gradually stiffened......

The man's body stretched into a bowstring, and Xie Yanhe's delicate body shrank involuntarily.