As if waking up in a dream, the emperor couldn't help but walk into the rain, Wu Shulai hurriedly opened the umbrella and held it on the emperor's head, the emperor paused slightly, took the umbrella, and glanced sideways. Wu Shulai had been serving the emperor for a long time, and he knew the holy will, so he hurriedly turned around and returned to the water pavilion, bowing his head and standing quietly. Behind him were a group of honor guards, all silent.

The sound of rain was dripping, like countless whips slapping on withered lotuses, splashing water, and being confused.

Qingcheng raised his eyes and looked into the distance, the haze between the sky and the earth was chaotic, and the cool rain rushed into his nose, feeling a little sour. She didn't know what she was thinking, she didn't think about anything, she just was safe, enjoying the silence of no one at the moment.

The emperor was not wearing rain boots, and the black satin shoes were soaked by the rain, but he didn't realize it, step by step, getting closer and closer to her. The rain became more and more intense, and the water dragon beast on the eaves of the pavilion was like a water injection in its mouth, falling in the big copper water tank, crackling.

He stood behind her, looking at her back, misty and misty, everything was like a mirage.

It seemed like a moment, and it seemed like a long, long time, and he said, "Who are you?" ”

Qingcheng was frightened and instinctively turned around, but he didn't want to slip under his feet, so he fell straight back. The umbrella in her hand was blown away by the wind, and the emperor took her into the crook of his arm, he looked at the flustered black eyes like a deer, remembered something, and said slowly: "It's you..."

There seem to be a thousand words between the words, and they turn softly back to the bowels.

Qingcheng raised his eyes to look at the man, his heroic eyes, his straight nose, and his eyebrows overflowed with the momentum of dominating the world, and he was not angry and arrogant. She lost her mind, and subconsciously struggled, trying to stand up straight. He was looking down at her, and she panicked so much that she slammed her head on his chin, causing him to snort in pain. She was half frightened to death, and she didn't care about the heavy rain, so she took half a step back and hurriedly knelt down.

The emperor grabbed her arm and said, "There is water underground, don't kneel." Seeing that she looked down and didn't dare to look at herself, half of her body was drenched outside the umbrella, he leaned over her quietly, and said, "Raise your head." ”

She slowly raised her head, saw that the skin on his lips was bitten and dripping with blood, and unconsciously stroked her hand away, and said anxiously: "What should I do?" Does it hurt? "Hurting the Eucharist is a great sin of extermination. Afraid of losing his honor in front of the emperor, he hurriedly retracted his hand and bent his knees: "The concubine is rude, please forgive the emperor." ”

Wu Shulai led everyone to the front of the palace with an umbrella, pleaded with a bitter face, and said: "Master, please get on the sedan chair and go back to the palace, if you let the queen mother know that you are drenched in the rain, the slave will die." ”

The emperor reprimanded: "If you talk more, I will kill you immediately." ”

Frightened, Wu Shulai hurriedly booed, the cold weather was pressing, and the fine sweat soaked his back was damp.

The emperor looked at Qingcheng and saw that she was pale and shivering, so he asked, "Are you cold?" ”

Qingcheng lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, and replied respectfully: "Your Majesty, the concubines are not cold." ”

But the emperor said: "The clothes are half wet, and they say that they are not cold." Then he commanded the guard of honor, "Bring me my big sword." The palace maid stepped forward with a bright gold silk embroidered dragon pattern, and was about to serve the emperor to wear, but heard the emperor say: "Put it on Su Changzai." ”

He is a holy monarch, how wise and martial, although she did not identify herself, but he thought about it for a while, and put the night encounter, mistaken Lin Caiyou, and the lotus flower on the Wanshou Festival, and so on, inextricably linked into a long line, and almost immediately concluded that the person in front of him was Su Changzai, who guessed the puzzle correctly.

She is also a woman who sings a little song in the night, which makes him unforgettable.

He remembered those eyes.