The dim candlelight shrouded the gorgeous dormitory, and the palace people entered and exited softly, and no one dared to make a slightly heavier sound, for fear of disturbing the masters.

In the dark night, she couldn't see the road clearly, and she also taught her to tremble. It's cold, it's cold, and the temperature that lingers at her fingertips can't warm her heart.

The turquoise tea cup was bubbling and steaming, leaving a little fragrance from where she had walked.

'If I can, I'll give you a child.' ’

When she came to the temple gate, she happened to hear this promise from his mouth. He said he would give her a child.

The trembling fingertips couldn't hold the hot tea cup for a while, and in a flash, it broke free from her restraints and fell towards the blue brick floor.

The palace people who were immersed in joy were forced to be broken by this loud sound, their smiles suddenly froze, and their stunned eyes fell on the tea leaves scattered all over the place.

This is the high-grade white tea paid tribute by the vassal kings in the past few years, which is elegant and fragrant. If it weren't for the heavy snow today, I'm afraid that this tea would have been stored in the bureau for many years.

This sound just broke the silent silence between Ling Yun and Li Muyun.

"Your Majesty, please go back." Li Muyun saw that it was the woman who was snuggled in Ling Yun's arms in the early morning, and sneered a few times in her heart, then turned sideways and said indifferently.

After a long time, she withdrew her gaze and pulled the futon on her body.

"Dragon Boat Festival, serve the emperor and rest." casually glanced at the Dragon Boat Festival standing aside, and closed his eyes lightly.

"Yes." The Dragon Boat Festival owes a debt, and walks to the couch to put down the thin bed curtain. Then he made a gesture of invitation to Ling Yun respectfully, "Your Majesty, let the slaves and maids serve you to rest." ”

Ling Yun raised his arm tiredly and waved it, pursed his lips faintly, "That's it, you can serve the queen and rest." So saying, he got up and went out of the dormitory.

Su Jinyu, who was stunned in place, retracted her thoughts, hurriedly picked up the warm tea leaves from the ground, and held her arm accurately with a powerful palm the moment she turned around.

"Wait for me to go to bed." With a faint word, the hand let go of her after he finished speaking.

He knew in his heart that Su Jinyu had heard what Li Muyun had just said. Despite this, he had no intention of explaining, as Ling Xiao said, if he really gave up the whole world for her alone. Then, at this moment, he is not worthy of sitting on this throne that enjoys all the glory, but who can understand what kind of helplessness and loneliness there is behind the glory.

Like that cup of white tea, he never had a chance to take a sip. However, Su Jinyu never asked for anything.

The dormitory of Yonghe Hall was occupied by Li Muyun, and Ling Yun could have slept with her, but she politely refused on the grounds that she was injured, and set up a bed in another hall.

The road to the side hall is not long, and the quiet loneliness between the two seems to be a little longer than before. The flames in the palace lamp kept moving, and their shadows were stretched obliquely on the bluestone road.

The road covered with thin snow leaves four rows of shallow footprints.

"Hate me?" When the palace people lit the lanterns in the hall, Ling Yun asked softly. In the deep eyes, there was a trace of blood, and there was a little hideous under the lamplight.

Su Jinyu trembled slightly, and her pursed lips outlined a light smile, "Don't hate." After packing up everything, she stood quietly aside.

In an instant, the hall was filled with a panicked silence.

"I have my helplessness, I hope you understand." Ling Yun took a long breath, turned over and lay down, his eyes slowly closed.

This day is too tiring and too long. It's been a long time since I've been so tired.

A calm breath came into Su Jinyu's ears, and she moved her steps lightly and retreated from the side hall.

Xiao Suo's cold snow, she looked at it, and she could clearly see the footprints he left there, which were half larger than hers.

The cold wind mixed with a little sorrow, mercilessly brushed her face, and the warm crystal quietly dripped down to the snow, melting the tiny snow.

The cool feeling slowly surged to the tip of my heart as it fell.

When the wound is touched, it still hurts, and the pain is almost forgotten how to cry.

The queen's self-hanging soon caused a lot of turmoil in the court, and it took a lot of energy to calm down the matter. The court was silent about it, and after a few days, it was no longer curious.

Li Muyun also temporarily lived in the dormitory of Yonghe Hall because of this incident, and every day after the court, Ling Yun would come back to visit her injuries as soon as possible, and in the eyes of the palace people, the emperor and the queen were deeply in love.

The long-delayed ceremony of the concubine has been more than ten days away from the wedding, and according to the ancestral system, Qin Tianjian picked an auspicious day and presented it together with the recital of the Ministry of Rites.

Ling Yun didn't think much about it, and handed down the holy decree that had been prepared early in the morning.

After layers of drafting, the queen is Li Muyun, the daughter of the prime minister, and the concubines are Hua Fei, Ni Fei and Ru Concubine, and the twelve beauties are from various families.