Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Sadness of the Moon

Purple Smoke Temple.

"Smoke, smoke." As soon as Shui Li, who had just walked to the Purple Smoke Hall with Xiyue, entered the door, he ran towards the inner room in a hurry. Xiyue couldn't help but be amused by this move, and she was relieved.

Walking into the inner room, Shui Li saw Ziyan who was lying on the bed, chased after him, sent the palace maid beside him away, approached the bedside by himself, looked at Ziyan's sleeping face, Shui Li couldn't help but be attracted by Ziyan, Shui Li couldn't help but lean down and stick to Ziyan's lips.

Ziyan was woken up by her warm and moist lips, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Shui Li's enlarged face. It is said that if you look at a beautiful man up close, it will definitely not be beautiful, but in Ziyan's eyes, Shui Li's face is so soft, and the hot breath exhaled by Shui Li also warmed Ziyan's cold heart suddenly. Ziyan looked up at Shui Li, and her face flushed inexplicably. This beautiful scenery made Xiyue can't bear to disturb it, and looks at it quietly.

"Yan'er, do you think it's okay for us to get married?" Shui Li asked seriously as he looked at Ziyan's eyes.

Ziyan seemed to be dazed by Shui Li's sudden attack, and couldn't react for a while: "Prince Shui Li, are you telling the truth?" You didn't lie to Purple Smoke? Didn't coax Ziyan to be happy and deliberately said that? ”

Shui Li was amused by Ziyan's sluggish words, raised his head, and raised three fingers: "This is indeed true, you are not dreaming." I, Yushui Li, swear to the sky that I will definitely marry Princess Ziyan, otherwise, the sky will thunder······"

Before Shui Li finished speaking, his lips were blocked by Ziyan's hand: "Shui Li, I believe in you, in fact, it doesn't matter if you marry me or not." You don't have to accommodate me, and you don't have to feel guilty about what happened that night. ”

Shui Li smirked: "I'm not pitying you, I'm not perfunctory to you, and I'm not guilty of marrying you." ”

Ziyan happily hugged Shui Li: "Really? ”

Shui Li looked at them, quietly looking at them from a distance, and then said: "It was the queen mother who persuaded me, let me really understand my heart, and I have a good impression of you, so I agreed to marry you."

Ziyan smiled at Xiyue, as if to say, "Thank you, let me find the happiness that belongs to me alone." ”

Xiyue also laughed back, seeing them like this, she couldn't help but think of her and Feng Yumo, when they would have their own happiness, and when they would not have to worry about anything like them, just pay for each other.

On the day of marriage.

Xiyue stepped into the Purple Smoke Hall and ordered: "Hurry up and help Ziyan get it ready, the sedan chair will arrive soon." ”

"Yes."

Xiyue walked behind Ziyan and said happily: "Congratulations to Ziyan, not only the whole country, but also your own happiness." There was a hint of sadness in Xiyue's clear eyes.

Ziyan noticed it, so she protected Xiyue's hand with her hand and said, "Ziyan believes that the imperial sister-in-law can be as happy as the imperial brother, and it is the imperial sister-in-law who won Ziyan's happiness." Good people will be rewarded in the end, Ziyan I will pray silently for you in the Rosewood Country, and you will always live happily. ”

Xiyue smiled strongly, "I hope so." ”

It didn't take long for Xiao Suzi to come and spread the news that the sedan chair had arrived. Xiyue helped Ziyan into the sedan chair.

Prince Shuili arched his hand to Feng Yumo and walked into the distance.

"Everything has passed, Princess Lingwu gave it to Zili, and the matter of Prince Shuili has come to an end, and everything is sunny again." Feng Yumo happily hugged Xiyue and said.

"Mo, do you think we will be as happy as Ziyan?" Xiyue turned her head to look at Feng Yumo and said.

"No, it won't." Feng Yumo's words made Xiyue stunned. "We won't be as happy as they are, we'll be happier than them." Feng Yumo's next words made the stone in Xiyue's heart finally let go.

But Xiyue still looked up at the sky: "Will we really be happy?" Will we go on like this? ”

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