In the subtle movements, Chang Ruosheng's hand suddenly used force, dragging An Yang to prevent her from having a chance to take a step back.

An Yang pursed her lips because of his domineering, and didn't notice that there was a gaze from the audience, staring at her with worry.

The cold of late autumn left a flush on her face, and the tight lip line had a bit of reluctance, Feng Zhaoyuan knocked over the five-flavor bottle in his heart, and the complex emotions mixed in Yue Hun mouth, making his eyes start to sour.

What happened in the harem during these days, he knew everything very clearly.

He couldn't understand why Chang Ruosheng suddenly refused to let go of Anyang. Obviously, as long as Anyang continues to be quiet, he can ...... He'll be able to ......

The unwillingness and sadness in the sight are intertwined and collided more and more intensely.

[System: Host, the male protagonist is watching you! ] 】

[Anyang: I know, when I peeked at Baiguan just now, I found him at a glance. 】

[System: Hey, I thought you didn't find out.] 】

[Anyang: His eyes are hot, I can't ignore them if I want to. Hey, it's so hard for me to show such a warm emotion. 】

[System: You didn't bring it on yourself!] 】

[Anyang: Hey, I'm afraid my vinegar jar won't last long, and it's going to be overturned. 】

[System: Huh? 】

[Anyang: Chang Ruosheng is busy with government politics and has snubbed me for too long......]

[System: ......]

It's only been a few days?! Who will tell it that Chang Ruosheng was busy dealing with the music because of the war, so he didn't come to the Middle Palace for a few days?!

This has a mournful tone, it, why does it seem to hear something else?!

Throwing out the messy thoughts crazily, the system straightened up and said seriously: [You might as well look at the other concubines, they are full of resentful women. A pair of black corns, envy, jealousy and hatred, I wish I could swallow you alive. 】

[Anyang: Ah, my damn charm with nowhere to put it. 】

【System ......】

[System: I'd better be quiet, I don't know anything. I'm a little fool, the naïve kind. 】

As the morning greetings fell, the salute followed closely behind, rumbling the sky.

In a solemn atmosphere, Chang Ruosheng turned his head to look at An Yang, and the gentle smile on the corner of his mouth was mixed with an unknown taste.

Sensing An Yang's nervousness, his fingers mischievously drilled between his fingers and clasped his two hands tightly together.

He took An Yang's hand and walked down steadily step by step.

Almost at the same time, the civil and military officials saluted sideways, and a 100-meter red silk road was paved in the middle, stretching into the distance.

"Holding the hand of the son and growing old with the son," it was obviously a love word to Anyang, but he was loud, and the hoarse voice of his voice had a unique taste.

The officials on both sides exchanged glances, and there was speculation of unknown meaning.

Only Feng Zhaoyuan was in the crowd and noticed An Yang's suddenly pale face. It was as if what Chang Ruosheng said just now was a dose of poison.

The hunched body tensed up at this moment, and the palms under the sleeves of the robe clenched into fists.

When Chang Ruosheng walked to the neighborhood with a smile on his face, Anyang's hand was pinched and hurt.

She twitched slightly, trying to test if she could take it back, but Chang Ruosheng suddenly laughed inexplicably.

"Ahh

Under the exclamation, Anyang was directly hugged horizontally.

In front of everyone's eyes, her face turned red as a tomato.

The tail of his eyes was flushed with the show because of his bold movements, and An Yang instinctively turned his face away in shame and buried it in Chang Ruosheng's shoulder.

With trembling hands, he grabbed at the placket of his clothes, for fear that he would suddenly let go.