Night, dark and pure, the night sky, the silver moon hangs high, and the silver-white moonlight pours down, dotting this dark night deep and bright.

Prime Minister's House, Tatsuin.

Under the mulberry tree, a slender figure stood silently, and the clear moonlight hit his white clothes, adding a bit of coldness.

Ziyan Mingchen raised his head, his phoenix eyes like water quietly stared at the cold moon, the moonlight overflowed his eyes, and the boundless loneliness spread.

"Yue'er ......" thin lips were lightly lifted, full of longing and the call of strong love gently overflowed, Ziyan Mingchen lowered his eyes, and his jade face showed deep sadness.

His moon is on the verge of despair, and he can't do anything but wait. Seven days, it's been seven days, seven days without news of Yu Ruo, and he can't do anything, this torment makes him almost crazy.

Raising his hand slightly, Ziyan Mingchen lowered his eyes, looking at the exquisitely carved puppet in his hand, his eyes crossed with a trace of tenderness, this is his moon, and he is the love of his life.

"Worried about her?" While Ziyan Mingchen was contemplating, a female voice as soft as the wind suddenly sounded from the side, Ziyan Mingchen frowned, put away the loneliness in his heart, and looked at the woman with a hint of coldness in his warm eyebrows.

Dressed in white, elegant and dusty, Zi Yan Rong Ruolian moved lightly, came to Zi Yan Mingchen's side, her moist eyebrows and eyes swept Zi Yan Mingchen lightly, and landed on the exquisite wooden statue in Zi Yan Mingchen's hand, and her eyes deepened.

A deep flash passed, Zi Yanrong raised her head and looked at Zi Yan Mingchen quietly, "The five princes of Beichen Kingdom rescued her, she should be in Beichen Post House now." With the protection of the five princes of Beichen, the Holy Lord will not do anything to her"

"I know" Ziyan Mingchen twisted his eyebrows, his eyes dark.

Baili Fengqi rescued Yue'er, he didn't know, what he was worried about was not Baili Fengqiu, but the man who was like snow and lotus, Helian Jue. Helian Jue has always been cold-hearted, and he never pays attention to women, but he only cares about Yue'er, he is worried that Helian Jue is emotionally attached to Yue'er, which is not the result he wants to see.

That man is too strong, too domineering, if he is not emotional, once he is emotional, the sky will fall apart, if this is the case, how can he win against that man.

Understanding Zi Yan Mingchen's sorrow, Zi Yan Rong bit her lip lightly, a trace of hesitation slipped through her eyes, and finally made up her mind to speak, "Dad won't allow it, if you are your third sister, and you are his eldest brother, this kind of unethical feelings will be fruitless."

Ziyan Mingchen trembled, subconsciously clenched his fists, and roared at Zi Yanrongruo, "She's not, Yue'er, she's not, she's not my third sister, she's ......"

As soon as the words came out, both of them were stunned, Ziyan Mingchen came back to his senses, hurriedly opened his eyes, and a trace of panic crossed his cold eyes. Zi Yanrongruo's eyes widened, she came back to her senses for a while, and looked up at Zi Yanrong, Zi Yanrongruo's eyes were full of shock.

"Brother Chen, what did you say, you said that she was ......"

Slowly closing his eyes, Ziyan Mingchen took a deep breath, turned his head slightly for a moment, looked at the woman, and told the truth: "Rongruo, Yue'er is not my father's child, and I have nothing to do with it, she was only sent to Xiangfu by Long Yu thirteen years ago, not my father's flesh and blood."

Zi Yan Rong took a heavy breath when she heard this, Zi Yan Mingchen lowered her eyes, stretched out her hand and gently stroked the wooden idol, "Thirteen years ago, Yue'er came to Xiangfu for the first time, and I knew her identity, at that time I didn't know what love was, I just wanted to take good care of her." It wasn't until she took my hand and happily called me Brother Mingchen that I knew what it was like to protect my life. For so many years, I have been waiting for her to grow up, waiting for her to understand my mind, and now that she is over thirteen years old and understands the **** of the world, how can I let go? ”

Zi Yanrong pursed her lips, and after a while, she said softly: "Your love, does she understand?" ”

Ziyan Mingchen smiled bitterly and shook his head, if she understood, why should he be so bothered. He buried this love very deeply, how could Yue'er know, Zi Yanrong saw this, and sighed softly, "Stick to this feeling, Brother Chen, don't you feel tired?" ”

Ziyan Mingchen smiled softly, turned his head to look at the full moon in mid-air, his eyes overflowed with softness, "It's okay, I just love her."

The night breeze blows, blowing away the scattered places, and the love of the fool cannot be dispersed.