"I also know, you must be alive." Huang smiled a little weakly, she stood up, full of silver ink hair, up to the knees, without the slightest modification, there was no wind in the palace, every step she took, like a waterfall with long hair, gently lifted behind her.

The snow-white jade feet fall on the red carpet, and the contrast is a bit strange.

"I haven't seen you in thirteen years, you've changed, many." Emperor Wuxian looked at her quietly, "If he sees your appearance, he will feel distressed." ”

Her appearance hasn't changed, but she's no longer the heartless phoenix who likes to pit people and laugh-

And those dark red eyes, even if they are reflected in the candlelight, are not half alive-

Huang Qingwan, you know that I, the emperor is innocent, will also feel distressed.

"Distressed?" Huang Qingwan suddenly raised his eyes to look at him, and smiled very palely, "If he is not by my side, how can he hurt?" It hurts, it's just me-"

As she spoke, she reached out and pressed her hand to her heart, her voice weak, "Here, it hurts-"

"I've looked everywhere we've walked, he's, he's gone, I'm so tired, so tired--"

Emperor Wuxian looked at him, a heart, as if someone was poked fiercely with a dagger, he stretched out his hand, waved his wide robe, wanted to smooth her slightly messy hair, his hand was in the air, but he took it back, and said quietly, "In this world, you still have a little prince, and there are many, people who love you and care about you, tired, as long as you turn around, behind you, there will definitely be a shoulder to rely on with you-"

"Oh, innocent, you don't understand me after all." Huang glanced at him lightly, under the orange candle flame, her picturesque and stunning face, shrouded in a layer of world-wide waves, the world is big, the years are long, what she wants to rely on will always be, the boy called Emperor Qianji-

If he is not there, there will be only one person in her life, endless loneliness.

"Well, after all, I haven't seen you for many years, and if you can live, for me, it's also one less thing." Huang walked up to him a few steps, and there were a few faint rays of light in his eyebrows, and said, "Old people, I miss your osmanthus brewed in the Wuji Palace, but is there more?" ”

"If you love to drink, you'll always have it." Emperor Wuxian looked at her with low eyebrows, outside, it was snowing, it was very cold, her jade feet were red from the cold, he couldn't bear it, his fingertips moved, and a warm spiritual power wrapped her feet.

The Wuji Palace, as cold as ever, looks even more empty without Yufu, and Emperor Wuxian isolates the Wuji Hall from the outside with an enchantment.

The two sat in front of the desk, he played the piano, she listened, osmanthus wine brewed a cup, the two of them, but their minds were different.

Thirteen years ago, it was rumored that the old man died -

Indeed, he almost died.

It's just that I have an obsession and don't want to let go, after life and death, I have been sealing myself in the Wuji Palace, thirteen years, and I haven't come out-

And everything in the Heavenly Wolf Clan, it seems that Emperor Lian Che is in control, but in fact, everything is in his hands.

Otherwise, with Emperor Lianche's ability, how could he revive the crumbling Heavenly Wolf Clan.

Huang Qingwan simply asked about some things in the past, and the osmanthus wine glass was under the stomach, and the cheeks were crimson, like peach blossoms, burning people's eyes.

Emperor Wuxian looked a little stupid, the piano sound between his fingers was broken, and he asked in a shallow voice, "What are you going to do next?" ”

"Keep looking for him, I can't find him, just wait, if I can't wait, just keep waiting, he'll come back, I've always believed that he'll come back-"