A breeze gently carried through the quiet night, and a figure appeared in front of Zheng Qingyue.

Looking down at Zheng Qingyue, who was curled up in a chair and falling asleep, Nangong Ruochen frowned slightly, bent down and gently picked up Zheng Qingyue and walked into the outhouse.

Looking at Zheng Qingyue in her sleep, her brows were furrowed, and her face was not good, as if something was making her sad, Nangong Ruochen's brows were even more wrinkled.

Isn't it okay at noon? Why is she so sad now, could it be that something that doesn't know what is good makes her unhappy? Nangong Ruochen gently put Zheng Qingyue on the bed and gently pulled the quilt over for her.

Turning around to go out and ask the people who were with her, if anyone had bullied her at noon after he left.

But before he could lift his feet and walk, his hand was caught, and then there was a begging murmur from the bed.

"Don't... Don't go, don't leave me alone, don't leave me alone. ”

Nangong Ruochen turned to look at her, Zheng Qingyue was still talking in a daze with her eyes closed. The expression was sad and he grabbed his hand tightly for fear that he would leave, and the pitiful tone was like a puppy about to be abandoned by its owner.

"I'm not leaving, I'm not leaving, Yue'er is obedient, I will always be with you" Nangong Ruochen sat down on the edge of the bed and held Zheng Qingyue's hand tightly, gently wiped the sweat from her forehead, a good-looking thin lip was tightly closed, and her handsome facial features were staring at Zheng Qingyue tightly with ink-like eyes.

Looking at Zheng Qingyue Nangong Ruochen seemed to see the self many years ago, when he was still very young.

The moon was as bright as it was today, a night he would never forget. He saw her mother die in front of him, but he couldn't save her or even cry for her.

At that time, he was as lonely and even fearful as Zheng Qingyue, a little him shrunk into a ball like that, and at that moment, he felt that he was abandoned by the world and deeply hurt.

Today is his mother's death day, so he left so that he could go to the imperial tomb to see his mother.

Nangong Ruochen has been guarding Zheng Qingyue by the bedside like this, protecting her as a treasure, as if he had suddenly found a kind of person in a lonely world, and he was as lonely as him, and from then on, he would hold her hand tightly and walk with her in the days to come.

Seeing that Zheng Qingyue's expression eased a lot, and her frowning brows were loosened, Nangong Ruochen smiled gently.

On this day, in the Imperial Palace of the Holy Cloud Kingdom, Emperor Jinyun dismissed all the palace maids and eunuchs around him. Then he took the wine himself and went, "Minghuan Palace".

Emperor Jinyun looked worried, pushed open the door of the "Minghuan Palace", walked in step by step, raised his hand and touched everything in the room.

With a smile on his face and a sadness on his face, he walked into the bedroom where he was sleeping and stroked the quilt on the bed and the comb on the table.

The expression on his face became more and more sad, until finally tears came out of his eyes, and he hugged the quilt and cried like a child. It's hard to imagine a middle-aged man over 50 years old, sitting on the ground with a quilt in his arms and crying with tears streaming down his face.

After crying for a while, he picked up the wine at hand and poured two glasses, picked up one of them and said to himself; "Huan'er, it's been almost eighteen years since you left me. Hehe, I've been eighteen years, I really miss you, I think about you every day and every night.. Whining. ”

"It's me I'm sorry for you, it's me who's useless.. Woo, I didn't protect you. Chen'er, he blames me, I know I don't blame him, I'm useless, let him lose his mother~~" A man over half a hundred years old, crying alone in an empty palace.

On this day every year, Emperor Jinyun will not go to the court, and no one will go to the "Minghuan Palace" at night, and it has been like this every year for eighteen years.

"Every time I look at Chen'er, I... I didn't even dare to look him in the eye. I'm afraid to see his eyes, I'm guilty... Ahem, I'm not a good father..."Emperor Jinyun choked.

"Huan'er, Chen'er, he is very good, he is my proudest son, but... But at the same time, I feel the most guilty and indebted son. cough cough cough .. Ahem" Emperor Jinyun said everything in his heart, and he could only say it to the Minghuan Palace.

"Since you left, Chen'er hasn't smiled happily anymore. I haven't had a good meal with me again, cough cough woo woo~~" Speaking of this, Emperor Jinyun couldn't cry anymore.