He was dressed in white.

If you look closely, it's not a simple white dress, and it uses an unknown number of silk threads of the same color to embroider a dark cloud pattern, and you can occasionally see brilliance between actions.

He was looking down at something, his black hair tied up in a silver headband, and a jasper flute pinned to his waist.

The whole person seems to be extremely calm and relaxed.

Hua Yong's footsteps stopped suddenly.

He stared at the figure with a fixed fixed gaze.

Although he had not met this man, he thought, he knew who he was.

To be able to be in Suzaku's palace, such a leisurely and calm man.

Who else can do it but be the owner of this palace?

Master......

Hua Yong only felt that his mouth was full of bitter tastes.

As if sensing his gaze, the man looked up and looked this way.

The people around Hua Yong knelt down in unison: "Meet the Holy Monarch." ”

"No courtesy." Hua Yong heard his clear and gentle voice.

Then, the other party seemed to look at him curiously: "Who is this?" ”

The palace man who led the way for Hua Yong whispered: "This is Your Majesty's honored guest. ”

The Holy Monarch seemed to be a little surprised, and glanced at Hua Yong carefully, with a hint of understanding in his expression.

He said softly, "Since you are a distinguished guest, you should go first." ”

"Yes."

Hua Yong followed the palace people and left.

As he passed by the Holy Monarch, he glanced at him out of the eye.

This is a man like a breeze and a bright moon.

Although he was unwilling in his heart, Hua Yong had to admit that he seemed to be a person worthy of Zhaoyang.

His mind was very mixed, but all the chaotic thoughts could not withstand the anticipation and joy that he was about to meet that person.

The palace people stopped at the entrance of Suzaku Palace.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty is waiting for you in the inner sanctum."

Hua Yong raised his legs and walked forward.

The hall was silent, and only the echo of his footsteps could be heard.

Go straight and turn left into the inner sanctum.

With his eyes closed, Hua Yong can imagine what this place looks like.

On the throne of the inner sanctum sat a man.

Hua Yong's footsteps paused.

He looked at her.

She looked at him too.

Just watched like this, for a long time.

Long.

Hua Yong was the first to speak.

He smiled and greeted like the most ordinary friend: "Long time no see, is Your Majesty okay?" ”

Ah Zhao glanced at him and said softly, "Sit down." ”

She looked a little tired.

After Hua Yong sat down, he couldn't help but say: "Although political affairs are important, Her Majesty the Empress still needs to pay attention to her body." ”

Ah Zhao seemed to chuckle: "Your Majesty Emperor Xia has reduced a lot compared to the last time we met, and these words came out of your mouth, but they were not convincing." ”

She didn't hear Hua Yong's reply.

If you look closely, the other party is looking at you in a daze.

Zhao: "......"

She accentuated her voice: "Your Majesty Emperor Xia! ”

Hua Yong came back to his senses, looked away, and said, "Her Majesty the Empress can call me by name." ”

In fact, he would rather Ah Zhao call himself "Qingque".

But it's unlikely.

It's also much better to call a name than that cold Majesty.

Ah Zhao didn't fight with him for this, she shouted very cooperatively: "Hua Yong." ”

Seeing her like this, Hua Yong's eyes burst out with a strong brilliance: "Zhaoyang, Zhaoyang, are you willing to see me and call my name, do you forgive me?" ”

Ah Zhao looked at him and said slowly, "Why are you so obsessed with this." ”

"What difference does it make if I forgive or not?"

"Absolutely."

Hua Yong looked at her: "If you don't forgive me, I will never have the opportunity to sit in front of you and talk to you like this." ”