Gu Shiyou never puts himself in his eyes, in his heart, he, the emperor, is just a decoration, and he can do whatever he wants.

At the state banquet to welcome foreign envoys, he blatantly killed the princess of another country like this, and this kind of thing can only be done by a madman like Gu Shiyou!

At this moment, the emperor was so remorseful, why didn't he strangle him to death when he was born.

If this scourge had been eliminated at that time, there would be no such situation.

The emperor's eyes were gloomy.

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Today's snow is a little heavy, after Gu Shiyou led her out, he looked at the heavy snow outside, and wanted to stop and put on her hat for her.

When the other hand was raised, he suddenly realized that his hand was injured.

The slender fingers were worn through the skin from the clenching of the whip, and blood seeped out from the wound.

The dark blue coat lined the young man's complexion, which was already extremely white, and now his half-raised hand was stained with mottled bloodstains, and he looked pitiful.

Gu Shiyou pursed his lips slightly, and after glancing at it lightly, he lowered it silently.

The injured and pitiful hand was hidden in the wide sleeved robe, and Gu Shiyou said to Jiang Yu in a cold voice: "Put on your hat, let's go home." ”

As he spoke, his long, cold eyes turned to the side slightly, and his gaze fell on the charming girl beside him.

But the girl next to him only frowned, and then reached out to pick up his injured hand.

Gu Shiyou subconsciously dodged back, and then heard the girl's displeasure, he stiffened his body again, and let the girl take his injured hand.

Jiang Yu looked at the injured hand of Gu Shiyou.

Luckily, it's not too serious.

Jiang Yu took out a handkerchief from her pocket and simply tied it to Gu Shiyou's injury.

By the way, I also tied a bow.

His Royal Highness, who is beautiful and cold, wears a dull dark blue coat, low-key and luxurious, and his stunning face is lukewarmly hidden under the snow-white fluff.

No matter how you look at it, you think it's a noble and elegant son.

Now he has a playful and cute red bow tied to his hand, which is as strange as it is.

When Zixiao who followed behind him saw this scene, his face froze expressionlessly, but he was still expressionless.

He silently clenched the sword in his hand.

Gu Shiyou looked at the handkerchief tied to his hand, and a strange feeling quietly crossed his heart.

He pursed his lips slightly, his slender fingers tied with bows raised, and he put on a hat for the girl, and the snow-white fluff almost covered the girl's entire face.

Seeing this, Gu Shiyu faintly smiled at the corner of his lips.

The slender and tall young man had a straight back, and his big hand gently patted the girl's hat, as if he wanted to press the hat, and his voice was gentle: "Okay, let's go." ”

Gu Shiyou naturally took Jiang Yu's hand and led her through the snow scene in front of the hall.

Because of the thick coat and hat, Jiang Yu is actually not very cold.

In the palace, there are plum blossoms in full bloom, blooming on a cold winter day, and the petals are piled with snowflakes and glittering.

Walking past the section, a layer of snow that is not too heavy has begun to accumulate on the ground.

stepped on it and made a muffled 'squeak' sound.

Step by step, the footprints of two people side by side, from the front of the hall to the palace gate.