Following the fire in the Nanchi Imperial Palace, the imperial mausoleum in the eastern suburbs also ignited a raging fire overnight. The scorching flames roared like a fiery dragon, and the magnificent underground palace and countless treasures, along with the dense forests of the eastern suburbs, were burned to the ground, leaving only a scorched earth.

When Shangguan Jiyue woke up, it was already the afternoon of the next day.

She lay on the bed, tilting her head slightly to look at the familiar furnishings in the room, but there was an indescribable taste spreading in her heart.

She returned, back to her room in the inn. As for how she came back, she had no impression at all. His consciousness was still stuck at the moment when Feng Jingzhi knocked her unconscious, and she saw a familiar figure, a person who could not have appeared here, but who had just appeared.

As for his presence in the hidden underground palace, she thought, she might have guessed why.

Her body was sore, and she didn't want to move, so she looked away.

The breeze is gentle, and the leaves are rustling. The afternoon sun shines through the gaps in the swaying leaves, casting a jumping dappled light and shadow on the window lattice.

Maybe it was because of the sunlight that shook her eyes, and a thin layer of mist gradually filled her eyes, and she wanted to raise her hand to rub it, but she unexpectedly didn't lift it.

She was shocked, there was still someone in this room, someone was holding her hand!

Struggling to sit up slowly, an inky figure came into her eyes.

Huang Fuchen sat on a low stool, lying on the edge of her bed and fell asleep.

He was still wearing the same shirt he had worn last night, and because of the posture of lying on the bed, his tall and straight body was hunched and could not be stretched at all. His hair was disheveled and had a few burnt marks, his entire jaw was covered in blue-black stubble, and there was still blood and a little dirt on his cheeks. There is a thick cyan color under the long and thick eyelashes, which makes the once handsome face look extremely tired and haggard at this time.

With difficulty, his gaze moved away from his face, slowly constating his hand along his arm. His fingers were slender and powerful, dry and warm. Even in his sleep, his hand was still clasped tightly around hers, interlocking his fingers with hers.

Shangguan Jiyue's chest swelled up in her throat, and tears overflowed her eyes, and with a "snap", they dripped into the intertwined fingers of him and her.

Huang Fuchen, the man in front of her who she loved to the bones, this tall, handsome, cold and arrogant man, had long taken root in her heart and grown into a towering tree, penetrating every inch of her bones and blood. How can she let it go? Do you want her to cramp and strip her marrow and rip out her heart alive?

At this moment, the man's body moved, and his eyelashes trembled slightly. When I looked up, my eyes were already shining like stars.

When he saw the woman's teary eyes, he ignored the already numbed half of his body, stretched out his long arms, rubbed her into his arms, and whispered softly in her ear: "Yue'er, it's okay, it's okay......"

When Shangguan Jiyue heard this, the boundless sourness in her heart almost overwhelmed her, she sobbed silently, and her tears were like a stream of water that had opened the floodgates, almost flooding.

She let the familiar man's breath envelop her, and slowly closed her eyes, letting the tears flow freely.

Let her be selfish again, covet a little more of the temperature that belongs to him, and ...... for the last time

After a long time, Shangguan Jiyue slowly pushed Huang Fuchen away, raised her hand to wipe the tears on her face, forcibly pulled the corners of her lips, and squeezed out a smile: "Okay, I'm fine." ”

Her actions were seen in Huang Fuchen's eyes, but it made his heart hurt fiercely.

"Yue'er, I'm sorry. It's all my fault, I didn't protect you. It's all my fault, I'll ..... in the future."

Shangguan Jiyue stretched out her hand to seal his lips, and the hard stubble was a little prickly.

She looked at him quietly, deeply, as if she wanted to engrave him in her eyes from now on.

His eyes were equally blazing, but full of guilt and remorse.

Until the man's handsome face slowly enlarged in front of his eyes, and the tips of his nose lingered on each other, he saw that his lips were about to be printed with hers. Shangguan Jiyue suddenly woke up, and avoided his touch with a trace of his head.

She understood what was going on in his heart, because she wanted to kiss him too. Haggard as he is, gentle as he is...... At this moment, for her, only an affectionate kiss can comfort the crazy thoughts between each other.

He couldn't understand the struggle and dodge in her eyes, which carried a hint of forbearance and alienation in those eyes, which made him feel numb for a moment.

Suppressing the discomfort in his heart, he stared at her side face tightly, and his voice was as soft as when he was emotional: "Yue'er, what's wrong?" ”

"Nothing...... It's just a little tired......" She didn't look up at him, and even her voice trembled a little, and she dodged a little.

What a lame lie this is, Huang Fuchen can naturally hear it. His heart seemed to be stuffed with something, and he was a little out of breath. He was silent for a moment, did not debunk, and did not speak.

The room was a little depressed for a while, although Shangguan Jiyue didn't look up, he could feel that the two burning eyes were still on top of her head.

"Yue'er ......"

As soon as Huangfu Chen opened her mouth to call her name, Shangguan Jiyue interrupted her a little nervously and asked randomly: "I...... How did I get back? ”

The two glanced at each other, Shangguan Jiyue smiled stiffly, and then looked away and waited for him to answer.

She didn't dare meet his eyes. Those eyes were blazing like fire, bright as stars, deep as the sea, overflowing with tenderness and love, as long as she was not careful, she would fall into them and never get out again.

Huangfu Chen paused for a moment, his two long eyebrows twisted slightly, but a thought suddenly appeared in his heart: distance. There was a sense of alienation between him and Yue'er.

But why?

After a long time of not answering him, Shangguan Jiyue slowly raised her head and looked at him, without speaking, as if waiting for his answer.

Huang Fuchen saw that the eyes of the woman he loved were as deep as a deep tan, and there were things hidden under the calm and waveless surface that he couldn't understand, which made him unpredictable and made his heart tremble slightly.

He sat down slowly on the edge of the bed, reaching out to grasp the plain hands she had placed outside the thin quilt. However, Shangguan Jiyue moved back at this time, leaning on the head of the bed behind her, and her hands were covered in the quilt as if she didn't care.

Huang Fuchen's hand moved, a trace of injury flashed in his eyes, he retracted his arm, and slowly spoke, his voice was as soft as ever: "I found you in the imperial tomb." ”

"The Imperial Tomb in the Eastern Suburbs?" Shangguan Jiyue frowned slightly, but she knew it in her heart. It turned out that the palace at the bottom was actually the imperial tomb of the Nanchi royal family.

Huang Fuchen nodded: "Yes." ”

"That Feng ......" seemed to think of something, and she immediately changed her tone and asked, "What about Jia Xingbai?" ”

Huang Fuchen was silent for a moment, and his voice was cold: "He is dead, he will never be able to hurt you again." ”

Shangguan Jiyue was slightly shocked: "How did he die?" ”

"We accidentally touched the Broken Dragon Stone in the mausoleum during the fight, and once the Broken Dragon Stone fell, the entrance to the mausoleum would be closed, and there would be no power to return to heaven. It is impossible for the people inside to come out again, not to mention that the fire in the Imperial Tomb is still going on, so it is impossible for Jia Xingbai to still be alive......"

Next, Huang Fuchen told Shangguan Jiyue in detail the ins and outs of the matter, of course, he did not mention the tall soldier who was with Mo Yi, only said that Mo Yi was burned by the fire in order to save her.

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Chapter Summary Following the fire in the Nanchi Imperial Palace, the imperial mausoleum in the eastern suburbs also ignited a raging fire overnight. The scorching flames roared like a fiery dragon, and the magnificent underground palace and countless treasures, along with the dense forests of the eastern suburbs, were burned to the ground, leaving only a scorched earth.

When Shangguan Jiyue woke up, it was already the afternoon of the next day.

She lay on the bed, tilting her head slightly to look at the familiar furnishings in the room, but there was an indescribable taste spreading in her heart.

She returned, back to her room in the inn. As for how she came back, she had no impression at all. His consciousness was still stuck at the moment when Feng Jingzhi knocked her unconscious, and she saw a familiar figure, a person who could not have appeared here, but who had just appeared.

As for his presence in the hidden underground palace, she thought, she might have guessed why.

Her body was sore, and she didn't want to move, so she looked away.

The breeze is gentle, and the leaves are rustling. The afternoon sun shines through the gaps in the swaying leaves, casting a jumping dappled light and shadow on the window lattice.

Maybe it was because of the sunlight that shook her eyes, and a thin layer of mist gradually filled her eyes, and she wanted to raise her hand to rub it, but she unexpectedly didn't lift it.

She was shocked, there was still someone in this room, someone was holding her hand!

Struggling to sit up slowly, an inky figure came into her eyes.

Huang Fuchen sat on a low stool, lying on the edge of her bed and fell asleep.

He was still wearing the same shirt he had worn last night, and because of the posture of lying on the bed, his tall and straight body was hunched and could not be stretched at all. His hair was disheveled and had a few burnt marks, his entire jaw was covered in blue-black stubble, and there was still blood and a little dirt on his cheeks. There is a thick cyan color under the long and thick eyelashes, which makes the once handsome face look extremely tired and haggard at this time.

With difficulty, his gaze moved away from his face, slowly constating his hand along his arm. His fingers were slender and powerful, dry and warm. Even in his sleep, his hand was still clasped tightly around hers, interlocking his fingers with hers.

Shangguan Jiyue's chest swelled up in her throat, and tears overflowed her eyes, and with a "snap", they dripped into the intertwined fingers of him and her.

Huang Fuchen, the man in front of her who she loved to the bones, this tall, handsome, cold and arrogant man, had long taken root in her heart and grown into a towering tree, penetrating every inch of her bones and blood. How can she let it go? Do you want her to cramp and strip her marrow and rip out her heart alive?

At this moment, the man's body moved, and his eyelashes trembled slightly. When I looked up, my eyes were already shining like stars.

When he saw the woman's teary eyes, he ignored the numb half of his body, stretched out his long arms, rubbed her into his arms, and whispered softly in her ear: "Yue'er, it's okay,

There are clouds in Li Bai's poems: Lang rode a bamboo horse and went around the bed to make green plums.

Gu Yu felt that although she and Gu Chen were childhood sweethearts, they were definitely not as romantic as written in the poem.

When she was five years old, she said in front of both parents: "I want to marry Gu Chen when I grow up." ”

When she was fifteen years old, she said in front of her classmates and friends: "My dream is to marry Gu Chen." ”

It wasn't until she was twenty-five years old that she finally got her wish and married Gu Chen, who had been in love for more than ten years.

But in the next three years of married life, she realized a truth that she should have understood a long time ago, the kind of love that is happy with each other is love, and her wishful thinking can only be called unrequited love at most.

So her heart is cold and her love is weak......

In the end, he couldn't help but say to him: "Gu Chen, let's divorce." ”

When she took out the signed divorce agreement, the cold man was angry: "Gu Yu, you slept with my person, stole my heart, and now you want to leave?" You always say you love me, so can you love you with me now? ”