"Master." Ouyang Luo stood respectfully behind Feng Qingye, a little apprehensive in his heart, he felt that the master was in a very bad mood tonight.

"Do you hate me?" Feng Qingye's somewhat tired voice came.

"Ah...... Yes? Ouyang Luo was dumbfounded.

"Do you hate me? Tear you apart like that? Feng Qingye turned his head and looked at him, insisting on an answer.

"Subordinate...... I don't know. Ouyang Luo lowered his head, his mood was complicated. Hate? No, he actually doesn't hate, if it weren't for Feng Qingye, how would he have the life to live to this day and meet Xiaohan? But there are still resentments, right? The feeling of lovesickness and not going on a blind date is very painful.

Feng Qingye didn't seem to hear his answer, but just said to himself: "You must hate it, right?" How can it not be hated? Am I not aware of the pain of not being able to love? It's ridiculous that I still blame her for being ruthless like that, and I'm not doing the same thing as her that hurts others and makes others feel painful? ”

"Master......" Ouyang Luo looked at Feng Qingye with infinite sadness and infinite despair all over his body in disbelief, and didn't know what to say to comfort him.

Feng Qingye turned around, looked at Ouyang Luo, and said seriously, "Luo, let's go." ”

Ouyang Luo's face changed, and he immediately knelt down and said in a deep voice: "My subordinates don't know what they have done, please forgive your master!" ”

Feng Qingye looked at Ouyang Luo, who was kneeling on the ground and trembling, and felt infinite sadness from the bottom of his heart. Why are all people happier than him? Even with his obstacles, they still love each other, and the happiest thing in this world is that two people love each other, whether male or female. And he, in the end, ...... Love the wrong person!

"From this day forward, you are no longer my Imperial Guard, no longer my Commander of the Imperial Forest, and no longer the Left Protector of the Buddha. I set you free, completely free. In the future, you can go wherever you want, do whatever you want, and be with whomever you want. You Ouyang Luo, from now on, have nothing to do with the Imperial Palace, with the Netherworld Sect, and with Feng Qingye! ”

Ouyang Luo looked up at Feng Qingye in disbelief, his face was hidden in the darkness, and he couldn't see his expression clearly, but Ouyang Luo just knew that he was crying.

"Master, Ouyang Luo has been favored by you for 20 years, and the grace of saving lives, the grace of knowing the encounter, and the grace of fulfillment have been exhausted in this life, and there is nothing to repay in this life. If he uses Ouyang Luo in the future, Luo will definitely smear his liver and brain to thank Jun'en! ”

Feng Qingye stretched out his hand, helped Ouyang Luo up, and said softly: "You can go, let's go, don't look back." ”

Ouyang Luo took a few steps back, knelt down respectfully, and after kowtowing three times, he turned around and left without looking back.

Feng Qingye stood alone on the wall of the palace, looking at the vast mountains and rivers in the night, and didn't know how to go down the road in the future. The night breeze in October was already very cold, but Feng Qingye didn't feel cold at all, just because his heart was cold, and the cold was already through his bones, how could he still feel cold?

"Your Majesty, it's windy, go back, you have to go to the morning court tomorrow." Situ Yan hugged a brocade cloak, walked quietly behind Feng Qingye, quietly clothed him, quietly reminded him, and then waited quietly aside.

Even though everyone abandoned him, she stayed by his side and never left him.

There was a thick warmth on his shoulders, and Feng Qingye turned around to look at Situ Yan who was standing quietly on the side. She's changed a lot lately, he thought about it, probably since he ascended the throne, she's changed.

No longer wear heavy makeup, no longer dress ostentatiously, no longer try to seduce him. She took off her heavy makeup, revealing her innocent face, wearing palace clothes and court clothes in a regular manner, being her imperial guard with peace of mind, silently protecting his safety, and quietly guarding his side. The only thing that remains unchanged is that the eyes she looks at him are still the same gentle and focused, affectionate and unrepentant.

Feng Qingye sighed, he loved Yi'er. But Yi'er didn't love him. Situ Yan loves him, but he doesn't love Situ Yan. Why is fate always so fond of teasing people?

Feng Qingye silently walked down the city wall, Situ Yan followed him quietly, and the two walked slowly in the palace one after the other, never speaking.

The reason why Situ Yan became so honest and didn't go to Luo Shuiyi for a little trouble was because she knew very well that Feng Qingye didn't love her, even if that woman died, Feng Qingye wouldn't love her. So why did she have to spend all that effort to make Feng Qingye sad? You must know that men are most obsessed with their dead lovers who can't get them, and the living can never compete with the dead person.

This can be seen by looking at the dying old emperor. In his heart, none of the three thousand beauties in the harem is comparable to the dead Concubine Lan, he can't ask for it, it is an eternal thorn in his heart, and he will never forget it until he dies.

Luo Shuiyi doesn't love Feng Qingye, as long as she lives and lives happily with other men, Feng Qingye will figure it out one day. Therefore, Situ Yan just guarded quietly, waiting for the day when he turned back.

Luo Shuiyi walked out of the Prime Minister's Mansion and saw Ouyang Luo squatting at the door at a glance.

Seeing her, Ouyang Luo jumped up from the ground and ran to her, his round eyes were bright, and he said flatteringly: "Miss, you take me in!" ”

Luo Shuiyi frowned and looked at him for a long time, and finally asked, "Are you in trouble?" ”

Ouyang Luo shook his head.

"Then why did you offend your master?" Luo Shuiyi was puzzled.

The smile on Ouyang Luo's doll face disappeared, and he said softly: "The master has set me free." ”

Luo Shuiyi was stunned, Xiao Qi didn't disappoint her in the end, but he was even more distressing like this. She was sad to find that even though he calculated them like that, she still couldn't hate him, she couldn't hate him, she just felt sad, for him, and for herself.

"Miss?" Ouyang Luo hesitantly looked at Luo Shuiyi, who was in a daze, and spoke weakly.

"Then you can follow Xiao Han for the time being. I'll take you to him now. Luo Shuiyi came back to his senses and took the lead in walking forward.

"Hey, good!" Ouyang Luo happily followed behind Luo Shuiyi, his mood was flying, he would be able to see his Xiaohan soon, and in the days to come, they would finally be able to be together freely.

But soon, Ouyang Luo's mood couldn't fly.

Ouyang Luo couldn't believe his eyes, in the luxurious room, on the comfortable soft couch, the two men were entangled in disheveled clothes, and the scene was extremely ambiguous.

His little cold pressed against a man, reaching out to pull his clothes (at least in Ouyang Luo's opinion). The two giggled and laughed.

"Haha! Xiaohan, I was wrong! Ha ha...... I...... I admit defeat......" So far, Su Yajun has to admit that he is really tired of it, he has always been afraid of itching, just like that, he also wanted to sneak attack Qinghan, but as a result, stealing chicken and rice was not eaten, and he was tickled by Qinghan, and he was almost angry with laughter.

With an innocent smile on his lips, the movements in his hands kept stopping, he stared at Su Yajun's painful smile with big watery eyes, and said happily: "Xiaojun, I gave you a chance, you are only begging for mercy now, it's too late!" ”

"Ahaha...... Small...... Xiaohan, you ...... You've learned badly...... haha," Su Yajun said breathlessly.

“…… Xiao Han ...... "Ouyang Luo was a little injured and spoke weakly. He's been standing here for a long time, but Xiao Han hasn't even noticed him!

The light cold hand paused, then turned his head, and when he saw Ouyang Luo, his eyes widened.

"Lowe!" His big eyes suddenly bent into a crescent moon, and he happily jumped up from the soft couch and threw himself into Ouyang Luo's arms.

"Luo, I miss you so much!" The little head rubbed in his arms, and successfully wiped away the injuries that Ouyang Luo had gathered.

Ouyang Luo raised his hand to hug him, kissed his forehead lovingly, and said, "Well, I miss you too." ”

Qing Han looked at him and asked suspiciously, "Doesn't Luo have a lot of things to do?" Could it be that Luo's master gave Luo a holiday? ”

Ouyang Luo looked at him and said seriously, "I don't have a master anymore." From now on, I will be left alone, Xiaohan, are you willing to accompany me for the rest of your life? ”

Qing Han tilted his head and thought about it when he heard this, and asked cautiously: "Will Luo be by my side in the future?" ”

Ouyang Luo nodded affirmatively.

Qing Han immediately smiled, his big eyes like a crescent moon were shining, and he said happily: "Great, Luo will always be with me!" ”