In the south, there is no such thing as dead branches and leaves, even though it is now close to the Mid-Autumn Festival.

It was obvious that no one had walked around in the courtyard, and Zhuang Wanqin didn't dare to guarantee it for a long time. But if you talk about it recently, you can't be wrong.

With his own memory, he walked forward little by little. Yes, the man's place of residence will soon be found.

After all, according to her memory, this place did not have a nine-song corridor like those harem annexes in other countries. This man personally begged the emperor to let her prepare a square place for herself.

He doesn't want all that glory and wealth, all he wants is not to let these outsiders disturb him. But even such a small wish is a luxury that cannot be achieved.

As a person sent by other countries, no matter how desireless he may be, he will always live under surveillance.

She can't afford to take this risk.

At that time, the emperor somehow moved his true feelings for this person who came from a foreign country. The harem, which was already empty because of years of war, suddenly ushered in such a master.

At the same time, the emperor also left the battlefield and returned to the capital in triumph.

When she saw the moment of the person who was left independent, she might be destined to have an undeserved fate.

Bypassing the screen placed in front of the door, Zhuang Wanqin returned to the landscape on the screen.

Legend has it that the painting on this screen was made by that man, and I am afraid that this is his hometown.

It's not a mountain, it's just a small hill. But it was such a place surrounded by mountains that left him with too much reluctance and nostalgia.

Passing by one side room after another, Zhuang Wanqin seemed to feel the pain of lovesickness that had been alone in a foreign land for more than ten years without anyone to talk about, and in the locked doors one after another, there seemed to be some unpredictable attachment.

Unable to help but follow the trend of her curiosity, Zhuang Wanqin slowly walked to the door of one of the rooms and stepped forward to see the scene inside. But the window paper is too old, and it has long lost the clarity and translucency of its youth.

"If the prince wants to know anything, just ask me."

A man's words came from behind him, making Zhuang Wanqin, who was exploring the voyeurism, touch her chin a little uncomfortably.

With a light cough, Zhuang Wanqin turned around, and a man with arrogance all over his body met Zhuang Wanqin's eyes.

This man...... More than a year has passed, and it still hasn't changed at all, and it still feels like this is unapproachable.

It's just that I haven't seen him for more than a year, but my body has lost a lot of weight.

"I don't know...... How has my father been in the past few years? When we first met, we were in a hurry, and we didn't have time to say a few words to you. ”

At that time, it naturally referred to the time when the emperor was still alive.

Speaking of which, it's really amazing.

This man is his own father, but he does not show any interest in him from beginning to end. This is not interested in children, and it also includes Zhuang Wanyan.

She had heard all those rumors.

Zhuang Wanyan's resentment towards him, or dislike, probably comes from this.

"The prince seems to be in a good mood today, if you don't mind, there is a thin wine in the cold house, how about coming to have a drink?"

The man didn't want to continue Zhuang Wanqin's words, and after saying his wishes, regardless of whether Zhuang Wanqin agreed or not, he turned around and walked along the path in the direction of his left.

Zhuang Wanqin saw the man leaving, for fear that he would lose his place, so he hurriedly followed.

There was silence along the way. The man's steps were steady, and he walked without any hindrance, which made Zhuang Wanqin unable to see through what this person was thinking.

Since I can't figure it out, I don't think about it anymore, Zhuang Wanqin has always been such a person.

If he really wanted to tell himself, he would say it himself. If he didn't want to tell himself, he wouldn't be able to guess even if he guessed his head.

Zhuang Wanqin followed the man to a side room, the man pushed open a door, if there was no tea set on the table, she really couldn't tell if this room was a door that the man pushed open.

The interior decoration can be said to be not at all, just a table with a few chairs next to it. But if you look closely, the wood used to make tables and chairs is not an ordinary product.

"You can sit casually by yourself, the tea in there is old tea, don't drink it if it doesn't suit your appetite."

The man sat down on a chair next to the table, poured a cup of tea from the teapot, and drank it slowly. There was no mist coming out of the tea, and it could be seen that it was not warm tea.

Even so, Zhuang Wanqin still poured out a cup and took a sip gently.

Sure enough, the entrance does not have the sweetness of ordinary tea, but a somewhat bitter taste.

I'm afraid this is the tea that the emperor gave him when he was alive, looking at the color of this tea, it is not the kind of clear and tender that belongs to fresh tea.

Zhuang Wanqin didn't speak, and the man sat like that. He seemed to want to be so consumed, and he didn't mean to open his mouth at all.

Sometimes, Zhuang Wanqin also wondered if this person really didn't care about their two children at all.

After all, no matter how abrupt these two children are, this person is also his own, doesn't he feel a little bit?

This point, the man did not say, according to Zhuang Wanqin's no more than three contacts with him, there was no indication that this person had anything special about them.

It's like, it's just a passerby, a passerby, a passerby who has nothing to do with him.

"You...... How have you been in the past few years? ”

Maybe it was because she felt that the quiet atmosphere in this room was a little depressing, or maybe it was some other reason that Zhuang Wanqin had to say this.

It's just that the person didn't react much, just tasted the tea slowly.

Unable to bear the silence, Zhuang Wanqin poured another cup of tea and hurriedly took a sip, but was choked.

The blocked face was a little red, Zhuang Wanqin covered her neck and bowed to the ground and coughed. But I didn't want to, and there was a warm touch on my back.

It's that person!

I really didn't expect him to give himself a good breath.

"Be careful."

I didn't expect that person to give herself a good breath, which she couldn't have imagined, and thought that this person was really ruthless......

Suddenly, a blood-colored amber slipped to the ground, rolled on the ground a few times, and ran into the distance.

Zhuang Wanqin wanted to pick it up, but she didn't expect that the person was one step faster than her and picked up the amber first.

This thing?

She watched as the man took the thumb-sized amber in his hand and rubbed it with his sleeve as if it were very precious, and seemed to have a thought in mind.