Rong Yun stretched out his hand, wanting to brush away the broken hair on her forehead, the moment she looked up just now, he almost had an illusion, as if he saw the little girl ten years ago, with two bare feet and embroidered shoes, tilted her head and asked: "In the future, when I grow up, will my brother be my husband?" ”

It was only a moment of distraction, Rong Yun realized his gaffe, forcibly withdrew the hand raised in the air, and said lightly: "It's not early, if you don't go back, Rong Li should be worried." ”

Yao Qingmu nodded, smiled at him, and turned around and walked towards the palace gate.

Rong Yun leaned on the railing with both hands and quietly looked at her back. Suddenly, she turned around again, waved her arms, and shouted, "Brother Yun, goodbye." ”

Then he turned his head and ran out of the palace gate with joy and jumping.

Her innocent joy infected him, and the smile crept up the corners of his mouth again, shaking his head and sighing slightly.

"It's been a long time since I've seen His Highness smile so sincerely." The nurse was already standing behind him at some point.

"Nurse ......"

"Your Highness, you can fool everyone, but you can't fool the old slave. You just thought of the little princess again, right? That pony looks like a little princess. Alas, if the little princess were alive, she would have been so old. ”

"Nurse ......" Rong Yun called again in his throat, somewhat helpless.

"Okay, okay, the old slave won't say it, don't say it. Otherwise, I'm going to make you sad again. Your Highness, come in quickly, it's windy outside the hall. After the nurse finished speaking, she looked at Rong Yun with pity and walked into the hall.

Rong Yun didn't move, he was still standing in front of the steps, his hand on the railing clenched into a fist suddenly, his teeth clenched, and his eyes were filled with deep anger and hatred, making his originally gentle and elegant face a little distorted and hideous.

At this time, he seemed to see the red fire that rushed to the sky above the Fengqi Palace of Fengguo ten years ago, and the heart-rending cry of the girl echoed in his ears......

"Brother, help me, I'm so hot, I'm so hurt......"

"Xiaofeng......" Rong Yun's eyes slowly moistened.

After a long time, his mood slowly calmed down, sighed, turned around and walked into the palace gate, the palace gate gradually closed behind him, covering the sky full of broken silver-like stars.

I don't know if it's the effect of the cloak or some other reason, on the way back to Anping Palace, Yao Qingmu felt that he was surrounded by a warm current. Pulling the corner of the cloak, leaning to his nose, sniffing the breath that originally belonged to him, he felt a lot of entangled threads in his heart, familiar, shy and a little expectant.

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Early the next morning, Yao Qingmu went to return Rong Yun's cloak and entered the Anle Palace, only to know that Rong Yun had gone to the morning court and had not come back yet. Only then did she realize that not everyone in the palace was idle, like her and Rong Yan.

I wanted to put down my clothes and leave, but Rong Yun's nurse greeted her warmly, poured tea, and asked her to drink tea slowly and wait for Rong Yun to come back.

"Master Pony, you're fifteen this year, right?" The nurse asked tentatively as she looked at her carefully.

"Well, almost."

"Almost?"

"I was an orphan and was rescued and raised by my adoptive mother when I was about five years old, so I don't know my exact age."

"Then you don't have any memory of what happened before the age of five?"

Yao Qingmu shook his head, "No, not at all." "She's here through time, how could there be.