When Helan came, Silent Yao was standing by the wall and smoking.

In the distance, the whole street was sparsely populated, but the lights were bright, and it was especially real to see him.

The man was tall, and the light of the fireworks could sometimes shine on his face, and the scars were vivid, and there was a kind of dangerous temptation.

"Wife." He looked sideways and whispered.

He Lan walked over, in the northern country, she was very safe, and few people dared to seek death as if they were plotting against her.

I walked over and touched his face first, it was a little hot, and I couldn't hide the smell of alcohol.

Shan Yao threw away the cigarette butt, bent down to hug her, and rubbed his chin against Zeng Helan's neck, "Go home." ”

There are no two words in the world that are more heartwarming than going home.

He Lan didn't say anything, took his hand, and took the drunk man home who didn't know how to go home.

In the palace.

Lonely Yao entered the door and sat on the couch with the table and chair all the way.

He's a good drinker, it's been a long time since he's drunk like this.

He Lan didn't say anything, he went to fetch a basin of water and wiped his face with a towel, halfway, he didn't say a word, and let He Lan wipe his face and undress.

When it was time to take off her shoes, Silent Yao stopped her movements, and He Lan looked up in confusion.

"You don't have to take off your shoes."

Helan raised his eyebrows, "Why?" ”

"Anyway, my wife is the empress of a country, how can she take off her shoes for others."

He Lan looked at the man who was still thinking about her after being drunk, and his eyes turned into a puddle of water, "Are you someone else?" ”

The man took off his shoes and fell on the bed, his eyes were drunk, his cheeks were slightly drunk, and his lips were slightly pursed, a little cute, completely different from his usual cold appearance.

"I'm no one else, I'm your husband, I'm your husband. In this world...... No one knows you better than I do. ”

His eyes were half-closed, he looked drowsy, his voice was hoarse, and he was also very well-behaved.

He Lan smiled and sat on the edge of the bed, "Lonely." ”

"Hmm." He answered.

She pinched the man's drunken mouth, "Who do you love the most?" ”

After a moment of silence, he frowned: "Helan." ”

"If you love Helan, you love Helan, why are you frowning?"

Shi Yao turned over lightly and closed all his eyes, "Because...... I'm not the only one who loves her. ”

He Lan hooked his lips helplessly, and whispered as if coaxing a child: "But she only loves you." ”

Hearing this, he seemed to react for a while, before gradually loosening his brows, and then nodded slowly.

"Uh-huh, she only loves me."

As the words fell, his breathing became even, and He Lan touched his face, his eyes were full of him, and he could only fit him.

He Lan cleaned up briefly, also went to the bed, and was about to fall asleep when the people around him seemed to say something.

She leaned over to make out and listen.

"As long as she loves me, I can do nothing...... As long as she loves me. ”

The man was drunk and unconscious, and his mind was not clear, but after falling asleep, he kept holding He Lan's hand, no matter how relaxed his body was, he didn't let go of that hand.

As if he was afraid that she would lose it, he grabbed it with all his might.

Next.

It was raining, a fluffy drizzle.

When summer comes, so does the rain.

When Silent Yao woke up, the windows in the palace were open, and he couldn't hear the rain, only the cool breath.

He had a blanket on his legs, and a stove near his bed with a fire burning in it.

When he knew that it was raining outside, he looked at the blanket and fell into a trance.

"Are you awake, sir?" Hatsubayashi shouted softly outside the door.

Silence retracted his thoughts, answered, and then Chu Lin pushed the door in.