Qiansang glanced back at Wen Ziyu and said, "You leave with Si Ling and the others, don't worry, he won't hurt me." ”

Thaksin.

After that, Wen Ziyu left with everyone.

Emperor Yan stood in front of her, with a faint expression on his face, but his heart was unsettled and rose again and again: "Qiansang, do you know that this king has forgiven many people for you." ”

"What do you mean?" She said, "Do you want me to be grateful to you?" When she said this, she thought it was ridiculous.

"This king doesn't need your gratitude, but he wants you to know that this king is different from you and others."

"Different?" She had never felt different, and if it was really different, Xuan Ting would not have died. If there is a difference, he should no longer covet the throne: "I have never felt any difference, you have been cruel to others, and you have been cruel to me. ”

He felt a pain in his heart, stared at her, and said, "Do you know why this king wants to marry you?" ”

She looked at him: "I didn't know at first, and I don't know even more now." ”

"The reason why this king married you is because he likes your talent and wants you to be used by this king."

"......," she was silent.

Gradually, the king found that ......" stopped talking, and he suddenly stopped speaking.

She sensed something on his face, and at the same time, a strange warm current spread around her body from the bottom of her heart, she didn't know how to describe the feeling, but when she calmly tried to contain it, she found that there was nothing she could do.

She understood everything he didn't say. It was a feeling of sudden enlightenment, though she didn't want to admit it.

Suddenly there was a gust of wind around her, and when she looked up to feel the breeze, she found that there were only two of them left on the entire mountain, and it was not just when she took people away.

In this season, the sprouts of all plants are in a state of nascent state, with a unique state of vitality. Spring, a season of recovery, at this time, she recalled, since leaving Xianyi Valley, it has been almost a year.

Time flies so fast...... And time is like the shackles in the red dust, which tightly entangles her in the red dust, like a catastrophe to experience the love in the red dust, she can't break free, because she has also been confused, whether she doesn't want to break free, or really can't break free......

She was suddenly sad and extremely entangled, her heart was struggling, the wind was comfortable, but she cried, crying silently, tears sliding down her cheeks.

In order not to let him find out, she deliberately turned her back to him.

He said, "What's wrong with you?" ”

She hurriedly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, turned to look at him, her bright eyes were shining with layers of light, and she said, "What the hell, do you think you can give up your coveting of the throne?" ”

He said: "There is a deep enmity between Yan Xuanfeng and this king, and the throne should belong to this king, so this king will not give up." ”

"Why are you so persistent?"

"Is it wrong that this king just takes back what belongs to him?"

"In my opinion, whether you come to be this emperor or Yan Xuanfeng comes to be this emperor, the purpose is to make Yan Lingguo better. Now under the rule of Yan Xuanfeng, the country of Yan Ling has become better and better, in this case, King Yan, why do you need to be obsessed with this throne? Still in your heart, this throne represents power, represents everything, and represents that you can do whatever you want. ”

"If this king wants to do whatever he wants, he can do it now, this king said, this king only wants to get back what belongs to him."

"Do you know how much it costs you to take back what belongs to you, once you have a fight with the emperor, it will only be the people of the Yanling Kingdom who will be hurt......" She said bitterly: "King Yan, can you bear to watch those people suffer?" Can you bear it? ”

His eyes lit up and he was determined: "This king knows what this king wants, and he will definitely implement it according to the plan." Although your appearance has derailed this king's plan, soon, you will see this king sitting in Yan Xuanfeng's position at the moment, sitting on the world. ”

"Emperor Yan, why are you so ruthless? Why do you have to let the country of words and spirits become a purgatory for all living beings? ”

He stared at her: "Assan, you have been misunderstanding this king. This king was never a robber or a marauder, the real robber and marauder were Yan Xuanfeng and his mother. ”

She suddenly relented.

"King Yan, I have always felt that this life is very short, like a passing cloud, and in the blink of an eye, it is a lifetime. Hatred can be let go, as long as you want to. Why...... Why not try to let go of hatred? ”

"If hatred is so easy to let go, it's not called hatred."

The two of them didn't talk speculatively for more than half a sentence, but this was the last time Assan-sang persuaded him. He was so unpersuaded that she had to assassinate him in order to complete her mission.

Looking at his eyes, only indifference and perseverance remained.

Subsequently, she returned to King Yan's Mansion with Emperor Yan, but within a month, she never saw him again. Not because she didn't find a chance to meet him, but because she ...... He didn't give her a chance to see him.

This situation made her even more worried, because she didn't know how far Yan Difeng's heart had progressed.

Until Wen Ziyu wrote a letter, saying that in the morning of the day, Emperor Yan made wild remarks, threatening to seize the throne within seven days. She suddenly realized that time was pressing.

When she got the news, she went to the courtyard where he lived, and entered his room, and hid in the shadows of his room, intending to take his life when he returned.

When he came back late at night, the door creaked, and her nerves were tense. He thought he would light the lamp as soon as he entered, but found that it was not, and instead groped his way around the dark room and sat on the bed, and then there was a long silence.

She thought it was strange that he was so so. Is this what he is like when he is alone?

He was silent, as if no one existed in the room.

The more this happened, the more she didn't dare to move, for fear of touching something and making an abrupt sound.

"Asa-san, are you there?"

Her eyes widened in astonishment, and she didn't dare to speak.

"When I came in, the guard guarding the courtyard said that you didn't go out again after you came in, and I didn't see you in the courtyard, so you must be in this room."

She didn't know what to say for a moment.

"If you're here, that's fine."

There was a sad heaviness in his voice.

Later, he slept, and she hid in the shadows all night, and this strange way of getting along may only occur between the two...... As soon as it was dawn, she left his yard before he could wake up.

As soon as she left on her front foot, he woke up, or rather, he hadn't slept at all.

He kept watch over her all night.

Subconsciously held his forehead, and the expression on his face was a little tired. He hoped that Asa-san would understand him, but he found that it was more difficult than ascending to the sky.

She was murderous, and he noticed it.