Ye Xiyue's heart sank.

"Huangjun night, I will wait for you to come, I will definitely be."

The wind was blowing.

The stars in the sky were hidden behind a dark cloud, and only the dim moonlight illuminated this side of the world.

The late autumn wind, infinitely cool, blew on Ye Xiyue's skin, but she didn't feel anything.

Before you know it, an hour has passed.

And Huangjun Night, still did not appear.

Raindrops, at this time, fall abruptly.

Ye Xiyue raised her head, looked up at the rain in the sky, and let the raindrops fall on her face.

"Huangjun Night, you will definitely come, right?"

Her hands, clenched tightly, seemed to have something in her palms.

She spread out her palm, and it was a red piece of paper.

The paper is not flat and smooth, as if it was cut out of somewhere.

This piece of paper was cut out of Kong Ming lantern by her.

Yesterday's dream of a prosperous and stunning Kong Ming lantern blurred her eyes.

She asked: "Huangjun night, why does this villain have a heart?" ”

He said, "Because this palace has you in my heart." ”

He said, "This palace is only romantic for you. ”

He said, "Just bet that you will cry for this palace once a year." ”

"What if I don't cry for you?"

"Then I will never pester you again."

Thinking of this, the corners of Ye Xiyue's lips curved into a beautiful arc and smiled lightly.

That man just has the ability to make others fascinated by him.

I thought I wouldn't be tempted, I thought she was just playing with him, but who knows, she still lost her heart, and she lost completely, but she was also willing to lose.

Her hand was stroking the red paper, and in this heart shape, she drew a small figure, which was a miniature version of the man.

Hand in hand with her, just like at the beginning, he accompanied her and walked through a road that attracted the attention of thousands of people.

"Huangjun night, you must come tonight, I really have something very important to say to you."

The red paper fell with a little raindrop, and the paper was wet.

Ye Xiyue was like a baby, and hurriedly put the paper into the space of the gods.

Huangjun night, you must come, I am waiting for you......

The wind and rain hit and wet her whole body.

……

……

Two hours later, the sub-hour approached.

Emperor's Palace.

The wind and rain outside, getting stronger and stronger, crackled on the window.

The only silence in the palace was broken by this sound.

Uncle Yan walked anxiously around the side hall of the palace, sweating profusely on his forehead, worried.

"Yue...... Yue ......" On the brocade couch, there was a faint voice one after another.

Huang Junye, who had been in a coma for a day and a night, had white lips and muttered two words.

These two words seem to have been shouted out by him with all the strength of his life.

Uncle Yan hurriedly stepped forward and checked the pulse of the emperor, "Lord emperor? The Emperor? ”

At this moment, Huang Junye's whole body is weak and weak, his blood is gone, and his face is pale and terrifying.

Uncle Yan had never seen the Emperor Master like this, and when he thought of him who was still old, he was so frightened that he was about to cry, "Master Emperor, you must not have anything to do, you must wake up, Miss Ye is still waiting for you." ”

Uncle Yan wiped the sweat on his forehead, and at the behest of the emperor, he didn't dare to leak the fact that he was seriously injured, and even the country didn't know about it.

Now he is the only one who knows.