"Phew!" He Lan suddenly straightened up, his face full of displeasure.

Shi Yao smiled and kissed her pink lips, then retracted his injured hand into his cuffs and turned around, "Go back and wait for me, the meal is ready." ”

After dinner that night, He Lan slammed his mouth, and the aftertaste was endless, "The dishes you made are really delicious." ”

Lonely Yao raised his eyebrows and smiled with satisfaction, "I'll make it for you every day after it's delicious." ”

The couple nestled on the soft couch in front of the window and admired the moon, and somehow, Helan suddenly wanted to smoke, but when she noticed that Lonely Yao was there, she held back.

"Once autumn passes, it's almost the New Year." Silent Yao said something suddenly.

He Lan responded: "Huh? ”

"I'm going to be a year older again for the New Year, and I'm almost at the age of standing, and you've just passed the age of double ten." There was a faint sadness in his tone.

He Lan rubbed his chest, "Thirty years old is the best age for a man, the best time." ”

The man laughed, and his voice shook through his chest, "The younger a person is, the better time it is." ”

His warm palm cupped the woman's little face, rubbed the tip of her nose, and his voice was low—

"I don't regret at all that I didn't meet you at the best of times, because the best times only begin after meeting you."

He Lan's heart trembled, and he looked up in a daze: "Do you want to be so good at talking about love." ”

The man pinched her little face, his eyes overflowing with doting, "What love words, it's the truth." ”

"Actually, I used to have some thoughts about the throne, but when I met you later, it wasn't so strong, I always wanted to leave here and find a quiet place, so that no one would notice you, and you wouldn't notice others, and you could only be me."

Lonely Yao hugged her, hugged her tightly, and whispered in her ear little by little.

"I never thought that we would have such a day, I could see you before I went to bed, and I could see you when I woke up, I used to think that the moon was bleak no matter how I looked at it, but now I think it's beautiful no matter how I look at it, maybe it's because of you by my side."

He Lan's heart felt as if he had been scalded by boiling water, and he had a warm fever.

She said firmly: "The moon will definitely be beautiful every day in the future!" ”

"In the future, don't let me go alone, let's do our best, even if the army is defeated in the future, if you win, I will accompany you to the world, and you will accompany you to get drunk at the end of the world."

He Lan's eyes were sour, and she didn't dare to think about what she would do if something really happened to Lonely Yao one day.

The appearance of Xiaobei when he died kept flashing in front of him, and his heart ached like a knife.

But in this era of imperial hegemony, you can't avoid trouble if you don't fight or grab, even if Lonely Yao doesn't fight for the throne, Silent Night can't let him go.

Since they can't escape, it's better to fight, and their chances of winning are greater.

But there are all kinds of contingencies, and none of them are absolute.

And Shanyao didn't want to see Helan because of what happened to him, so he had already thought that if there was such a day, even if he lost his life, he would have to let her leave alive.

"Lonely."

"Hmm."

"I love you."

The man's laughter was particularly beautiful, "I love Baby, too." ”

…

Autumn is long.

In the past few days, Helan has not entered the palace, and the queen can make her own decisions about the affairs in the palace, so she nests in the room to practice calligraphy, move her muscles and bones, and smoke a cigarette secretly.

In front of the desk, He Lan sat on a chair and leaned back, her long legs resting on the table, holding a cigarette roll in her hand, full of smoke, her eyes were full of water, her face was expressionless, and her eyes were cold as if there was no emotion.

Lonely Yao, who pushed the door in, turned his head to one side, and saw this scene.

The woman's eyes were behind the smoke, blocking her eyes, but they were still able to catch the cold owl that flashed quickly under her eyes.

Lonely Yao's eyebrows were shallow, he had never seen such a Helan.