I went around to the back door of Longcheng Palace, and took it back after a few lifts.

As long as you step here, there really is no turning back.

The long hair hung down to his chest and was tossed by the wind.

Wipe the tears on your face with your sleeve and tie your hair back with a ribbon. A stiff smile curled into the corners of his lips before he stepped into the hall.

Every step was taken carefully, and everything was still except for the sound of his own disordered breathing.

The familiar furnishings remain untouched, and the enamel vase is filled with astragalus plums. The warm fragrance floats, and the cold smell of plum blossom is rolled up, permeating every corner of the hall.

In the main hall, the lights and shadows overlap on the white jade wall, the veil is hazy, and it is beautiful.

If I say that one of my favorite houses is the mountain hut in my dream, I haven't been away for long, but it's really like waking up from a dream, and the layout of that house is blurred in my mind.

As my vision faded away, I took a deep breath and didn't let the tears fall. Just enter the palace. I'm going to pick up my mask again and disguise myself.

Kita Urashi also sat in the side hall with his back to me, and on the table were some home-cooked side dishes and a pot of sake.

I consciously walked over and refilled him with a glass of wine, and the dishes on the table were not as rich as they used to be, and even looked a little shabby.

He lost a lot of weight, Xu stayed up all night to make his eye circles a little blue, and his original complexion was fairer than others, and the shadows under his eyes were even more obvious at this time.

"Sit down, it's your feast." He spoke flatly, and his expression did not change.

I saw two pairs of dishes and chopsticks on the table, and I had the illusion of home.

I silently removed the stool and sat down, holding the chopsticks in my hand and not daring to move.

"You said you like spicy, these are the home-cooked dishes of Sichuan and Chongqing, you can try it."

I grabbed a pair of chopsticks, put them in a bowl, brought the rice to my mouth, and put it back again.

Get up and kneel, and speak respectfully: "The slave knows the mistake, please punish the emperor." ”

He was bitter and soft. "You are also so alienated from him?"

I was slightly stunned, who was "he" referring to?

But in an instant, I realized that this "he" was none other than Beiyu Jinchen.

"The emperor is the Son of Heaven." I can only answer him with this sentence, and I can't think of anything else.

"Son of Heaven? Even the Son of Heaven can only love but not take it, and take it but can't bear it, which is even more pitiful than ordinary people. ”

He made it clear, but I couldn't take it anymore, so I had to be silent.

"Get up, I just want to have a good meal, I haven't felt hungry in a long time." He picked up his meal and swallowed it, and I got up from the floor and sat back in my seat.

Each dish seems simple, but it is an authentic taste of Sichuan and Chongqing.

In the days in the mountains, because Beiyu Jinchen likes to be plain, the cooking has always been elegant, and it is not spicy. Unexpectedly, I got the first bite of my favorite taste because of Kitayu Ryoya.

It's really strange that people are always accommodating to those they want to accommodate, without taking into account their own feelings.

He raised his glass and handed it to me: "Toast you the first glass, and return safely." ”

When he saw that I didn't move, he answered. "You don't have to be restrained, at this moment I am not the emperor above the court, you will treat me as a friend."

The liquor enters the throat and burns straight down. I choked on tears and coughed.

He poured me a glass of water, and I held it and poured it violently, but I couldn't stop crying, and I didn't know if I was choking on the strong liquor or because I was about to cry.

"Jin'er, why does it have to be him?" He pressed my shoulders with both hands and forced me to look him in the eye.

I also wonder why it has to be him, no one but him, I wouldn't be so careful and so hard.

"You said that you entered the palace for glory and wealth, as long as you are willing, I can give you the position of Queen of Northern Yan." He smelled of alcohol and his voice was almost insane.

I've never seen him like this, whether it's steady when I first meet him or silent when he hides his edge. The way he looks, I actually feel a little scared.

The position of Queen of Northern Yan, as long as she can really ascend to this position, the restoration of the country can be described as a thing in the bag. I don't have to walk on thin ice anymore.

I always wanted him to say that, but when he said it, I flinched.

I found myself far more greedy than I imagined, and what I wanted was no longer to restore the country, but to hold the hands of one person and share this white head.

Beiyu Jinchen once said to me that greed is common to everyone. If you are too greedy, you will reap the consequences.

He really said a prophecy, without a little suspense.

"Say, answer me!" The strength of his hands grew stronger, and he almost crushed my shoulder.

"Calm down, you're hurting me." I couldn't get rid of it, and I could only use words to calm him down temporarily.

Suddenly, without warning, a kiss fell, like a strong wind, and the smell of wine burned in every corner.

My heart sank, and I reached out to his chest, trying to push him away.

But he pressed his palm on the back of my head and deepened the kiss.

The lips and tongue are intertwined, and the perception is numb.

I couldn't push him away, so I could only bite his lower lip, and the fishy sweetness poured in, strong and decisive.

He finally took a step back in pain, blood dripping down the edge of his lips.

I gulped in my breath and moved back defensively.

"Jin'er, I'm ......"

He tried to explain, but the door of the temple was pushed open, and the cold wind blew up the veil.