Ting's amount of wine is even worse, so this night, "not drunk" only she, the host, to wait for the moon in the middle of the day, the guest of Eleven Niang is still sober, seeing Ting and has already been articulate, and even burst into tears, she was busy letting the maid withdraw the banquet, and she personally helped Ting to bed, and waited until Ting took the hangover soup, and fell asleep, she told the maids to serve carefully, when she turned around, she seemed to hear Ting and whispered, she listened carefully to the word "Shiro", only the two words behind the head, Tinger's tone became more and more low, and Eleven Niang couldn't hear it clearly, so naturally he didn't think about it.

Yu Shilang is the sweetest and most sentimental sister Ting, but it is the best of Biyu, but it is eternal separation, one dies with hatred, and the other is depressed for life, but even if the two depend on each other, they can only be alone, such regrets can never be bridged, and no one can comfort them?

Therefore, sinking in love is the most risky thing in this world, is it easier to get peace with affection?

On the way back to Penglai Palace, Eleven Niang witnessed that the moonlight was even colder, and in a trance, the imperial garden, the flowers and plants withered, the desolation, and the unknown pipe, the sad sound of ups and downs, made people feel more bleak and desolate.

The flying flute is intermittent, and it cannot fully relieve the sorrow of this deep palace and the separation of the world.

Eleven Niang didn't want to explore the situation in the Feihua Pavilion, she had already done everything she should do, and what she could do for Concubine Qi was limited to that.

She didn't use the line to walk, so she took a shortcut, to the north corner door behind the Penglai Palace, originally thought that she needed to wait for the palace people to knock on the door, but unexpectedly saw the door open, Jiang Huai was headless like a fly there in a circle, when he saw her, almost tears, when he spoke, he was like a mouthful of ice ballast in his throat, trembling and trembling.

"His Royal Highness has finally returned, and the Holy One has been waiting for a long time, and I heard that His Royal Highness has gone down to the palace of the concubine, and the slaves and maids are not allowed to disturb, and the Holy One ...... It seems that Long Yan is angry......"

The subtext is that Her Royal Highness needs to be careful.

should be hidden, but in the end, it still can't be avoided.

Asked He Ye alone, still in Linglong Taizhong, Eleven Niang did not let the maid follow, she realized that there would be a storm-like questioning, naturally she had no intention of making the people around her angry.

Since the beginning of winter, she has not come to Linglong Terrace, and has not passed the geothermal here, at this time there is the huge glazed wall against the cold background, although it can block the wind and cold, but at the beginning of the walk, still feel the cold of the bones, silent and invisible.

In the bright light, He Ye sat alone, there were no plates on the long case, only a holding pot, and an empty cup.

He also said that in the Feihua Pavilion, He Ye waited for Eleven Niang for a long time before he realized his wife's intentions, and the mood at that moment was more than a four-word summary of discouragement? He has been sulking here alone for a long time, and his anger has been suppressed with all his strength from the initial momentum, and he can't bear to explode, after many rounds, He Ye suddenly felt that he was out of words when he saw Eleven Niang coming to the front with a low face and low eyebrows.

It seems that the calm silence seems to be brewing before the complete outbreak, and the two seem to have reached the end of their ropes, and at this moment neither can understand each other's hearts, as if they have never been like the other world, they have never been so distant and indifferent, they have never known each other, they have never known each other, they are intimate.

He Ye felt that he had never been so desperate, even if Empress Dowager Wei's soldiers and horses rushed into the Zichen Palace, the only brother who could protect him was dying, at that time he could calmly face the imminent death, unlike now, desperate and helpless.

What else can he do so that he doesn't lose the woman in front of him, the person who is very important to him and can't let go no matter what?

Is it really what he wants? Do you really want to be in their own positions from now on, and insensitively adhere to that set of so-called rules and conventions?

If this is the case, it is the emperor who is alive, and He Ye is the one who is dead. The court can no longer be a home, and when all his ambitions are fulfilled one by one, will he be like a coward, not daring to look back, not daring to face up to this road, broken walls, ruins, and devastation.

Eleven Niang, is this what you want? You forced me to become the emperor who followed the rules in the history of Danshuqing, and gave up my flesh and blood to be the most simple desire of ordinary people?

You just want to be an impeccable and unreproachful queen so much that you give up being my wife, my only lover in this life.

Shall I fulfill you?

What I promised you, it seems that I can't do it.

He Ye felt that he couldn't let the silence continue, otherwise he would collapse first, he used to stand on the killing field, facing the line of life and death without flinching, but now he can't accept his wife, so stubborn and numb, but he has never been used to begging, not to mention that even if he grovels, maybe he is just humiliating, this woman in front of him still won't accept his affection, she has never trusted your promise, and she has never cared about your promise, He Ye, if you don't have a chance to win the title of emperor, She's not going to be your wife at all, she's not ruthless, but you're not even her friend, so she's ruthless to you.

That's the answer, what else do you want to prove?

Emperors and queens, this is your relationship, it is the relationship between Eleven Niang, persistence and recognition.

"The queen is so interested, but does the queen know that I am sitting here alone today, and I even began to be jealous of the sixth sister?"

He Ye was obviously thinking about it, but when he finally spoke, it was a sentence that did not go through his brain, he was too ashamed of his frustration and despair at this moment, so that he was so embarrassed that he became angry, he had never been rough in front of Eleven Niang, but this time he picked up the wine glass and smashed it at the painting screen, and the painting screen suddenly fell apart, making a huge noise, and it was like the thick clouds accumulated between him and Eleven Niang, and finally split the thunderstorm.

"What is the queen thinking? First of all, Chu Xin deliberately let me favor Xingduan Jieyu, I am as the queen wishes, is the queen worried about the loss of power? Today's arrangement, does the queen want Qi Zhaoyi to be favored? The queen is really a city government, thinking that this can not only get a good name and not be discussed, but also be able to contain Duan Jieyu? He Ye was obviously out of proportion, and all he said was insincere, but he even knew that his face must be hideous at the moment, and he was angry.

The silence had been broken, but he was the first to collapse.

"You don't have to play tricks with these methods, I said earlier, you don't have to worry about losing your position, Eleven Niang, do you know it, you want me to obey my words, you don't need to be so thoughtful." He approached with red eyes, but he didn't stretch out his hand, subconsciously, he was still afraid of his angry self, he couldn't control his strength, he was afraid of accidentally injuring Eleven Niang, and he was even more afraid that the relationship between them was really irreparable.

Therefore, the dignified emperor once again fled in the wilderness, using his sleeves to hide his panicked heart, and he was even so timid that he no longer dared to listen to perfunctory words.

He Ye missed it, and when he turned around gloomily, in the Linglong Terrace, Eleven Niang insisted on not letting the maid approach, she just squatted like this, picking up the broken picture screen piece by piece, but did not repair the picture screen, still retained the broken form, and put it in a locked cage.

Then he removed his makeup and dismantled his hair, lay on the lonely bed without saying a word, and waited for the maid to extinguish the high candle, and finally the tears of breaking the embankment quietly poured out uncontrollably.