Just three days after this turmoil, the queen mother and concubine who were far away in Qingcheng learned of the incident and returned to the court in a few days.

Four years ago, after Ling Xiao finally won the throne, he just found a reason at random and sent the queen mother and concubine to Qingcheng, called praying, but everyone knew that it was to hollow out the power of the two of them in the government and the opposition.

This return to the dynasty caught Ling Yun a little off guard. They are not related by blood, and they have rarely seen them in recent years, and they are mentioned in the minister's recital.

The snow had faded, and the palace seemed even more cold and desolate.

In the main hall of the Yonghe Palace, the green smoke curls, and the fragrant fragrance lingers on the beams.

The night was already deep, Shang Xi walked behind Ling Yun with a square plate, and said softly, "Your Majesty, the night is late, it's time to rest." As he spoke, he handed him a plate with sixteen green signs.

A few days ago, Ling Yun stayed alone in the Yonghe Palace. Tonight, he didn't order him to rest in the dormitory in advance, so tonight Shang Xi asked for a green sign.

"As usual." Ling Yun flipped through the folds in his hand and blurted out without thinking.

The candle flickered a few times, causing his pupils to tighten. As if thinking of something, he raised his eyes and shouted to stop Shang Xi's footsteps, "Swing, Hede Palace." ”

"Yes." Shang Xi lowered his eyebrows and muttered softly, covered all the green signs with red gauze, and preached loudly to the palace people outside the palace, "The emperor will drive the Hede Palace." ”

The palace people standing next to him were the first to enter the Hede Palace, which was the first night for the emperor to stay in the Hede Palace since the emperor's wedding. The palace people didn't dare to delay for too long, waiting for Li Muyun to bathe and change clothes.

When the sharp voice sounded again, Li Muyun just finished dressing up, and she was like a fairy out of the dust, not eating fireworks in the world. There is always a faint sorrow in the center of the eyebrows, like joy, but also melancholy.

During the Dragon Boat Festival, she tied up all her green silk with a ribbon and held it on her chest, and deliberately left a few slightly short strands of green silk on her forehead, which was even more charming.

"Niangniang, when the emperor comes later, don't say those words that make him angry. Anyway, after all, he is the sky above your head, even if you complain, don't restrain yourself. Dragon Boat Festival lowered her eyebrows and combed her hair carefully.

Women are the ones who please themselves, Li Muyun looked at herself in the mirror, she had never found that her appearance was so good-looking. The slender five fingers touched her face, and the narrow scar on her wrist was difficult to hide, which was an eternal pain in her heart, and she didn't dare to forget it.

"My heart has already been given to someone else, so what should I do to face him?" Li Muyun took the crescent comb from the hand of the Dragon Boat Festival, "He doesn't love me, and I don't love him." If he saves my face, I will not lose his heart. With that, she stood up and bypassed the Dragon Boat Festival and sighed.

Dragon Boat Festival was stunned and tightened her eyebrows, "If Niangniang really doesn't care, she won't choose to die that day." You are the queen, how can you be humiliated like that, your heart, can you really go back to the past? ”

The smile that barely squeezed out of his lips suddenly froze together when he said this sentence during the Dragon Boat Festival. If she can go back, why should she use death to find a way out, in this life, as long as she is still surnamed Li, she will never go back.

Without thinking any further, she walked towards the main hall with a single step, she never thought that Ling Yun would come so quickly, and the two would meet on the way.

"The concubines see the emperor." She blessed her body and said softly.

"No courtesy." With a flick of her wide sleeves, Ling Yun took advantage of the situation and grabbed her wrist and led her to the bedroom together.

Although the wound on his wrist was scabbed, he held it so lightly that it was a little itchy and moved unnaturally.

"Does the wound still hurt?" Ling Yun noticed her strangeness and asked softly, and the strength in his hand loosened again.

Li Muyun shook her head stiffly, and said in a shallow voice, "It's a little itchy, it should be almost healed." The weather is cold, but you need to order the imperial dining room to serve sweet soup to warm your heart. ”

She always wanted to do something more to pass the time, and seemed to be anxious about something.

Ling Yun waved his hand and ordered the palace people behind him to retreat. He has never been in the habit of eating supper, and in this cold day, he can never find the slightest warmth in any hot soup.

The huge bedroom is still hung with the red light veil of the wedding, and the dragon and phoenix candles on the lamp have been replaced. After cleaning up the bed during the Dragon Boat Festival, he also retreated.

The eyes are full of red, conveying the original joy.

Li Muyun gently withdrew her hand from Lingyun's shackles, raised her eyes and stared at him, in a trance, she mistook him for him, and her slightly trembling five fingers climbed up to his waist, gently pulling the belt wrapped around it.

Fragments flashed through her mind, and her hand stayed in place. A little cold air rose in her eyes, the temperature on her fingertips gradually dissipated, and she finally hung down her arms weakly.