In this imperial city, there is still a Lin Palace, carved beams and painted buildings, and the palace people are busy with their own work.

It's just that she's the only one missing.

Jiang Huaiyang went to the palace where she had lived, but there were locks in both places, and it was dim and covered with dust, obviously untouched for a long time.

He has been to the Imperial Garden, and even to the Rong Concubine Palace.

He asked many people up and down, but no one told him that the person did not exist, but that he had made it up.

He retorted with a sneer. He didn't believe it.

But in the palace, there is indeed no such person in the Cheng family. Did she know about her brother and deliberately avoid him? Or did he make a little mistake and hide where he couldn't find it?

Jiang Huaiyang pursed his lips, his heart seemed to be grabbed by something, and even his breathing was painful.

Whether you know or get angry, you shouldn't leave without saying a word.

Luo Meixuan's red plum blossomed brightly, and the petals fluttered and landed on his shoulder. He skimmed a touch of red, tilted his head, and lifted it from his shoulder. His fingertips tightened and whitened, and the petals were twisted into mud in his hands.

It's just that what position does he have to keep her? He couldn't afford another brother to pay her back.

His hair covered his face, making it difficult to distinguish his expression. He looked back at the empty courtyard, he sent off the palace people, and he was the only one here.

He knew that she had come, but the world did not know, so how could he prove it?

The red plums around him fell more and more, and the more fierce they became, like blood rain, like a torrent, flooding the entire Luomei Xuan, he stood in place helplessly, looking at the people who fled in all directions, without the slightest intention of moving.

After a while, all I saw was blood red. When the red faded and I opened my eyes again, I saw that it was the Holy River Temple in front of me.

He shook his whole body violently, and immediately walked to the courtyard where he had lived, the cold wind screaming in his ears, and the sound of hunting in his clothes.

He slammed open the courtyard door and looked for the banyan tree.

He suddenly stopped.

"Lingling—"

The banyan tree towers to the sky, hanging down thousands of red silks, all of which were tied by pilgrims in the past for prayer, the first one to tie up, so far I don't know how many decades. The little lady who had been looking for him for days stood upright under the tree.

She raised her hand to tie the red silk, but she was not satisfied with how to tie it, over and over again.

Jiang Huaiyang called again, she seemed to have just heard, but she didn't look back.

His heart tightened slightly, and he rushed forward and snatched the red silk. Ruan Yuyi reacted at this time, turned her head sideways, and her eyes were so alienated that she seemed to be looking at a living person.

"What are you going to do?"

His throat tightened, and he was glad that she remembered him.

He suddenly laughed, and in her cold eyes, it took a long time to stop. After laughing, he suddenly forgot why he was here, and what he had experienced in front of him was hazy and vain.

He paused and said, "You know everything. ”

Her fingertips touched his waist, obviously through his clothes, but with every touch, he really felt it. Her fingertips rested on the saber at his waist, and she hummed nonchalantly.

Seeing her calm appearance, he felt a little relieved, "What do you want, and if you say it, I will not hesitate to compensate." ”

"Your Majesty knows, what is the concubine thinking?" She hung her head, as if interested, and kept her eyes on the sword. From his vantage point, all he could see was the shaggy crest of his unoiled hair.

Silently, he took the red rope she was holding in her other hand and wrapped it around her fingertips a few times.

The red rope as gorgeous as cinnabar, lining the fingertips of the little lady, is becoming more and more white like jade.

Unable to wait for his answer, he suddenly clenched the hilt of the sword, pulled it out sharply, and took a few steps back. She lashed out, pushing the glowing sword into his heart.

The cold sword broke through the flesh, just as it was on the battlefield at that time.

He coughed, and a fishy sweetness overflowed his throat—he deserved the sword. It's just that he doesn't want to settle the grudge so easily, if so, will she stay by his side for the rest of her life?

Ruan Yuyi also raised her face, tilted her head and smiled, and the tears in her eyes were almost falling:

"The concubine is thinking, why didn't it be you who died at that time, and not the concubine's brother?"

"If you have no power or power, should you die for you?"

The pain spread to her limbs, and he struggled to raise his hand to wipe away her tears.

She seemed to be too lazy to talk to him, and drew her longsword with her backhand. The sword was still stained with blood, and as she turned to leave, it fell behind her, drop by drop.

He wanted to follow, but a throbbing pain in his heart restrained him, and he opened his eyes again, knowing that it was a dream.

In front of her, she was still sleeping next to him, her breathing was even and shallow, and in the small space, she was filled with the light fragrance on her body, maybe it was incense powder, maybe it was born to bring.

Anyway, the aroma invaded his bones and blood, and it seemed that it was difficult to separate, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

At this time, the corners of his forehead were already dripping with cold sweat, and he couldn't sleep for a while, so he got up and walked out because he put on his clothes.

The cold wind ate his muscles and bones, but it woke him up and made him detach himself from the nightmare of Fang Cai.

I don't know how long he stood under the moon, and when he opened the curtain and entered again, he suddenly realized that he was cold right now, and if he stayed with her, he was afraid that he would wake her up.

So he slept on the couch beside him.

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Ruan Yuyi slept full, woke up first, leaned to the side, but it was empty, she only thought he was the first to get up, because she was wearing embroidered shoes.

was about to open her mouth to call Mu Xiang to come in and wait, but the dark color on the couch came into her eyes.

She wondered how he could lie here, and when she came nearer, she did not dare to alarm him when she saw that his eyes were closed, but she took a small coat, unfolded it, and covered him.

If his nose is shaved and his eyebrows are green, when he doesn't open those eyes, he is really warm and moist, which makes people feel so close in a trance.

Ruan Yuyi stretched out her hand, trying to smooth his frowning brows for him. Not wanting him to open his eyes suddenly, he grabbed her wrist.

She was startled for a moment, then smiled instead, "How long has Your Majesty been awake?" ”

Jiang Huaiyang stared at it for a long time, the face in front of him was so vivid that the tip of the nose was slightly astringent, and he dragged the person down and made her fall on top of him.

He said in a dumb voice, "When you put on the covers." ”

Her hands were propped up in front of him, a little uncomfortable, trying to get up, but she was firmly shackled by him. His voice fell into her ears, "Don't move, just hold for a while." ”

She didn't move anymore.

She felt that today's majesty seemed to be a little strange, and she slept on the couch inexplicably, not to mention, and now she looked like she was a little afraid of something.

It's just that she can't figure out what he's afraid of.

Jiang Huaiyang suddenly realized something, held her shoulders to make her stand up, so as not to press her abdomen, and then supported himself himself.

She cooperated with his movements, stabilized her body, and her eyebrows jumped slightly.

She opened her mouth, using a voice that seemed to belong to her, "—would you look forward to its birth?" She heard her heart pounding.

As much as she didn't like it, if she did have a body in the future, she thought, her child would need his protection.

She didn't want to admit it, but deep down she was vaguely expecting something.

(End of chapter)