The figure walking towards him, wearing a cyan skirt, covered with a thin layer of white light gauze, combed with a silver tassel moon-reflecting hairpin on the cloud bun on his head, snow-white cherry blossom earrings swaying gently, like a turn of charm, a pair of eyes like water, thin lips slightly pursed into a line, both hands lightly held in front of him.

More than 20 years have passed, but the years have not carved any traces on that face, compared with the year when they first met at the age of sixteen, but added a bit of mature charm.

Yan Longyi's breathing suddenly became short, no, it can't be, this must be a dream, his hand, inadvertently touched the wine jug on the table, yes, it was I who was drunk, so I hallucinated.

However, seeing that the green shirt walked slowly, getting closer and closer to him, he didn't want to care about that much anymore, even if it was an illusion? staggered over and hugged her, muttering: "Jing'er, it turns out that you can see such beauty when you are drunk." ”

The woman in her arms was silent or struggling, and quietly let him hold her.

"Jing'er, can you forgive me? I have always had you alone in my heart, and that day, when I drank too much, your sister and you were born so similarly, will you ......" The gentle voice contained endless remorse.

The woman's body in her arms stiffened.

"Jing'er, after that incident, I have always had a knot in my heart, I have always wanted to confess to you, and I am afraid of hurting you. It's just that I didn't expect that the longer it dragged on, the deeper the damage became. Give me a chance and let me make amends to you, okay? ”

'Okay', there is no strength of the emperor of a country, and there is even a trace of begging.

Still unable to get a response, he hugged her tighter and said slowly: "Jing'er, I didn't take good care of Ying'er, so that Ying'er is now in a wrong relationship, he actually likes a man. I'm afraid of hurting him, but I can't let him walk on this crooked path, I really don't know what to do, you come back and bear it with me, okay? ”

……

Time passed imperceptibly between the whispers, and Yan Longyi seemed to have never felt at ease for more than 20 years, until the inky night slowly faded, and the dawn gradually rose, sprinkling a meter of sunshine.

With a hint of relief in the corner of his eyes, Rong Xiang walked to the side of the dragon bed and called softly: "Your Majesty, it's time for the early dynasty." ”

Yan Longyi opened his eyes, slowly sat up from the bed, his eyes swept around the hall, thinking of the scene last night, he raised his hand and rubbed his temples, and his sleepy eyes became clearer.

Was it really just a dream? Why is this so true? It feels so good to hug Jing'er, why did you disturb such a beautiful dream?

He was thinking about it, and then he heard Rong Xiang's respectful voice: "Your Majesty, the servants are waiting for you to change your clothes." ”

Yan Longyi suddenly lay on the bed and ordered lightly: "Wai the court today." Then he closed his eyes again, just wanting to keep the dream going on a little longer.

Rong Xiang retreated in response to the order, and after announcing his exemption from the court to the Linghua Palace, he went to the imperial study again, and whispered to Yan Wuzheng, who was still kneeling on the ground: "Lord Yan, get up, the emperor will not go to court early today, so I don't need you to accompany me." ”

Yan Wuzheng knelt for a day and a night, and his legs were almost unconscious.

…………

When Yan Longyi came to the imperial study, it was already past noon, but the dream-like scene of yesterday was swirling in his mind, and there was always a strange feeling haunting his heart, and the feeling of that dream was too real.

He settled down, and suddenly found that Yan Wuzheng had already left the imperial study, and immediately ordered someone to summon him.

"Your Majesty." Yan Wuzheng knelt down to salute.

Yan Longyi glanced at him with cold eyes and reprimanded, "Who told you to get up?" ”

Yan Wuzheng was stunned, and asked respectfully: "Didn't the emperor send Gonggong Rong to let Wuzheng get up?" ”

Yan Longyi frowned, Rong Xiang? How could he dare to falsely proclaim the Divine Decree? Could it be that I drank too much? Then he raised his voice and called: "Rong Xiang." ”

Rong Xiang came in from outside the study, walked to the bookcase and bowed, but heard a cold voice in front of the imperial case: "Did you make Yan Wuzheng get up?" ”

Rong Xiang's expression was natural, and he replied respectfully: "The slave is acting on the orders of the master and letting Lord Yan get up." ”

Yan Longyi is even more strange, Rong Xiang definitely doesn't dare to fake the holy decree and deceive the king, so what's going on? After thinking for a while, he whispered to himself: "Could it really be that the dream of hugging Jing'er yesterday was so beautiful that I forgot what I ordered?" ”

Yan Wuzheng's eyes changed instantly, could it be that the queen is back? My father has never been exempted from the court for no reason for so many years, how could he suddenly be exempted from the court today?