Yan Jun rubbed his temples with a headache, his eyes were closed, his eyelashes trembled like a butterfly about to fly, and his pale face added a bit of fragile beauty to him.

He smiled wryly.

How can it be?

…… How could she still be alive, how could it be.

Yan Jun coughed suddenly, he coughed fiercely, his pale fingertips against his thin lips, a touch of blood on his beautiful fingertips, he wiped off the blood stains on his lips without care, and didn't seem to take this to heart at all.

Obviously he is not yet thirty years old, and his long hair is already mixed with several strands of silver.

What's the luckiest thing in the world?

It's nothing more than reuniting after a long absence, and regaining what was lost.

When the two countries met, the envoy sent by Southern Chu to Beiliang was Chu Yunluo, the famous regent princess over the years.

Fu Yue hadn't seen Yan Jun for several years.

She never expected that Yan Jun's changes would be so big.

The handsome young man, just like the beauty of the year, the years have not added half a trace to his face, but the hair like splashing ink is dyed with silver threads.

When Fu Yue looked at him, Yan Jun's eyes also fell on the princess of Zhaoyang.

However, even if it is a glance, it can no longer be removed.

Fu Yue didn't seem to notice this person's burning gaze, she stood up, walked towards the Beiliang Emperor in the high position, bent down and saluted, and then raised the wine glass in her hand, "Zhaoyang sees Emperor Yan, I have heard of the name for a long time, it is better to see it." ”

The phoenix eyes under the woman's mask are extremely beautiful, narrow and sharp, almost exactly the same as the eyes in Yan Jun's memory.

Yan Jun always stared at her.

It was as if I was immersed in my own thoughts for a while.

Until the eunuch next to him cautiously reminded Yan Jun, "Your Majesty...... Your Majesty? ”

Yan Jun suddenly came back to her senses, reluctantly withdrew her eyes, suppressed the emotions buried deep in her eyes, and said, "The princess is polite." ”

As he spoke, he also raised his slender fingers, picked up the white jade cup on the table, and drank Fu Yue's toast very respectfully.

……

This time I came to Beiliang, on the surface, it was a meeting between the two countries, but in fact it was just a banquet about marriage.

Yan Juncheng stared at Fu Yue with straight eyes.

Fu Yue can be regarded as seeing what it feels like to have Rumang on his back.

“……”

I saw Yan Jun again.

It's nighttime.

Fu Yue pushed open the door of the post station and saw a familiar slender figure, standing straight in front of the window with his back.

Hearing the sound of the door being pushed open, the man also happened to turn his head.

A pair of eyes as black as ink jade looked at her—

Fu Yue raised his eyebrows: "Why is Emperor Yan here, but it really flatters the palace." ”

Yan Jun looked at her and didn't speak, just stared at her with a pair of eyes.

Long.

"Yunke...... Long time no see. ”

Seeing that Yan Jun directly broke her identity, Fu Yue walked in, stretched out her hand to close the door by the way, and then walked up to Yan Jun.

"Emperor Yan—"

Before Fu Yue's words could be spoken, she was shocked by the scene in front of her.

Standing in front of her, this arrogant emperor raised his hand and lifted his robe, bent his knees towards her, and then reached out to hold a corner of her clothes.

Fu Yue's pupils shrank.

Yan Jun knelt down at her?

“…… What are you doing. ”

Fu Yue frowned and wanted to leave, but Yan Jun hugged her waist directly from behind.

He said, "Don't go. ”

His voice was soft, but he was trembling.