The lights are on, and the night is hazy.

Li Mingquan carefully hunched over and walked to his side.

"Your Majesty, someone below will report ...... No news yet. ”

His fingers would turn a page and stop in the middle of it, not moving for a while.

"Keep looking, and if you can't find it, let them be buried with you." His tone was devoid of emotion, cold to the point of freezing.

Little by little, the fingers bent down, clasping the page tightly, and the knuckles turned white with force.

Li Mingquan sighed and withdrew silently.

Chinese New Year's Eve is approaching, and the palace begins to decorate, red silk is transparent, mottled and scattered on the ground, falling red. The palace people were in a hurry, and everyone was infected by the atmosphere of the approaching Chinese New Year's Eve, smiling and smiling.

There is a painting on the table, the flowers on the other side are blooming, the crimson is stunning, and the petals are slender and half-rolled, as if they can reveal fragrance in the dark night.

The painting was made by her, with some noticeable red ink on the stamens, and she used this ink to paint such a vivid picture.

He knew that when she was kicked out of Liufu, her hands were broken and her face was ruined. At that time, he was still the most unfavored prince in the palace, and he couldn't do anything, but he could only hear folk rumors again and again.

It is rumored that the ugly girl of the Liu family stole the prescription and leaked it out, and violated the house rules and expelled the house.

He once begged his mother to use manpower to find her, but it was always to no avail, and now he understands that it is not that he can't find it, but that his mother won't let him find it.

Later, it was rumored that she died in the temple on the mountain, frozen to death.

He ran out of the palace like crazy, and there was nothing in that temple. And he was caught by the handle - he didn't do his job properly and didn't know the general situation.

Everyone thought that the throne would be in the bag of the sixth prince, Beiyu Jinchen, because he was the smartest of all the princes and the most appreciated by his father.

But in the end, the person who won this position was him Beiyu Liangyi.

He'd never won against him before, except this time.

"Your Majesty, the dream concubine asks to see you." The palace maid said softly with light steps.

In a trance, he seemed to see her again, but only for a moment.

"Nope." Two cold words back.

The door of the main hall slowly opened, and the dream concubine walked in with an anxious face.

"Who told you to let her in?" He lived together, and the palace people knelt on the ground, bowing their heads, not daring to speak.

Concubine Meng held her stomach and held hot porridge in her hand, "Don't blame them, the emperor broke in by the concubine herself." You haven't eaten in days, and your body will break down. ”

"Go back to the palace, it's not appropriate to travel at this time." Without looking up, he opened another note.

"Your Majesty!" She suddenly fell to her knees and spoke earnestly. "You are the sky of Beiyan, the ...... of Beiyan"

"That's it." He closed his eyes and rubbed his brow. "Put things here, you go back."

The dream concubine was overjoyed and replied yes again and again.

The hall was quiet again, and the sound of coal cracking in the furnace fire was very clear.

Lotus seed white fungus porridge, steaming.

Put it in the corner of the table, and it quietly overflows with fragrance.

When she was on duty beside him, she liked to cook porridge the most, and she changed her tricks every day. Lotus seeds, white fungus, chrysanthemum pumpkin, rose lily, all over again.

He asked her why she had porridge every night, and he thought it was more stomach-nourishing.

Unexpectedly, she said that porridge is simple, easy and time-saving.

She was the only one who dared to talk to him like that.

But he was reluctant to punish her, so he could only drink the porridge he didn't like every day.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but smile and spread, and finally solidified into a trace of bitterness at the corner of my mouth.

It's a pity that she can treat his order as nothing, and even if she is seriously ill, she has to go to Beiyu Jinchen's mansion.

He would rather fall off the cliff with her than Beiyu Jinchen.

He was willing to live and die with her, but the identity of the king of Northern Yan imprisoned him.

He thought that he could protect the people he wanted to protect by ascending to the throne, but it turned out that he was just thinking about everything too simply.

In addition to glory and wealth, he can't seem to give her anything, promises, maintenance, happiness, he can't give it, and even he is divided into a share by the harem, what qualifications does he have to say that he wants to protect her.

Still, once again, he had lost her.

"Hey, what's your name?"

"Don't scare me, I'll take you to the doctor."

"It is said that the grace of saving lives should be reciprocated by springs, why do you treat me with this attitude......"

The pink-clad girl with a delicate face many years ago, her voice is still clear and audible. It was because of his own incompetence that he couldn't protect her, so she became the city where she was hiding her emotions and brewing like she is now.

From beginning to end, he was to blame for everything.

"Jin'er, come back as soon as possible......"