After saying this, Ling Zhen Yujun slowly turned around and faced the outside of the pavilion, these words were said sincerely, Pian Ruo actually didn't have any superfluous thoughts about Ling Zhen Yujun, but he had him in his heart for a long time, and he would care a little bit unconsciously, and now when he heard Ling Zhen say this, his heart suddenly slowed down, and he turned to face Ling Zhen and said: " I will take care of myself, but why can the emperor teach others but not persuade himself, the emperor, do you know yourself, how long has it been, how many years, I have not seen the emperor have a smile on your face, why don't you know how to take care of yourself, why do you have to make yourself so sad?"

The more Pian Ruo spoke, the more sad she became, and she couldn't help herself from saying a few more words, Ling Zhen saw that Pian Ruo's tone was a little unusual, sighed, turned to Pian Ruo, and said: "Pian Ruo, maybe not everyone can make their own decisions about every decision, so far, what makes me most relieved is that you can finally beat me, you can make decisions for your own thoughts." You can be safe and happy, which is the most reassuring thing for me. The tone was sincere, looking at Ling Zhen, and in an instant, thousands of threads of thought poured out of his heart, and before he could think deeply, he said: Yujun, you can't let go of her so much, why did you let her leave you back then, since you were able to let go of her at the beginning, why are you so reluctant to let her go today?"

Ling Zhen looked at the distance behind Pian Ruo and said lightly: "I have never regretted my original decision, and it was a thought to save her in the Rin Sui Stack, and there was nothing that I couldn't give up. Pian Ruo smiled sadly and said: "Yujun, you can save her regardless of life and death in a thought, you can know her weight in your heart, Pian Ruo knows that she has no chance with Yujun, and no longer forced, all my expectations are just hoping that Yujun can show his face again." ”

Ling Zhen looked at Pianruo, was silent for a moment, and said, "The officials should think more about themselves." Looking at Ling Zhen Yujun's clothes floating in the night wind, Pian Ruo's voice trembled a little and continued: "But, if one day she remembers it, at that time, Yujun, how do you deal with yourself?" Ling Zhen was shocked in his heart, but he didn't show it, he turned around again and looked towards the night outside the mountain pavilion, and said, "It's already late at night, let's go down the mountain." Pian Ruo glanced at the smoky palace not far from the bottom of the mountain, nodded with tears in her eyes, didn't say anything more, and turned around and went down the mountain.

Ling Zhen Yujun was still standing there, looking at the Smoke Hall from a distance, the Smoke Hall was already shrouded in clouds and mist, and at this time the sky was already like ink, and he couldn't see anything. But Ling Zhen Yujun was still standing there, halfway through the night. The entire Zhaoque Palace was almost asleep, and only a few patrols were left patrolling back and forth, and the palace lights flickered. Although Ling Zhen Yujun looked at the Smoke Palace, his mind had already drifted to where he was. The conversation between Shicai and the Chill Emperor lingered in my ears. The Cold Thunder Emperor has lived in the frozen and snowy Qianshan Palace for a long time, and rarely comes to the Zhaoque Palace, nor does he have much contact with the officials in the palace. However, Ling Zhen felt that the Chilling Imperial Monarch seemed to have an ability to see through people's minds.

The Han Thunder Emperor advised Emperor Ling Zhen not to be too persistent. Ling Zhen never thought that he was obsessed, but why, he didn't want to think about it, but he just couldn't forget it. It's like the smoke hall at this time, obviously I can't see anything, but why do I just stand here and look over. Ling Zhen Yujun sighed. I want to sit on the ground and cultivate Xuanli. Suddenly, a candlelight flashed in the smoke hall. Ling Zhen Yujun thought he was wrong. Blink and take a closer look. That's right, it's the candlelight of the Smoky Temple. In the smoke, there were two palace lamps faintly flickering by candlelight. It's so late. Is it smoke? She, what is she going to do? Or is the maid walking?"

Ling Zhen Yujun exerted his mysterious power and quietly removed the faint fog of the Hidden Cloud Technique, and the outline and pavilion of the Smoke Hall became clear, and it was vaguely visible that two women were walking on the stone platform in the lake. One of them carried two palace lanterns. Ling Zhen exerted his mystical power again, gently dispersing the mist of Lingbo Lake. Sure enough, it was smoke, and it was still dressed in moon white clothes. It's so late, she didn't sleep, and a maid walked up to the stone platform in the lake with a palace lantern, what was she going to do?

But when the maid came out of the stone platform and hung the palace lamp on the railing, she sat down on the stone platform and took out something from her bosom. And Ning Yan stood in the middle of the stone platform and did not move. Ling Zhen looked confused. Suddenly, the maid put something to her lips and blew it, and in an instant, there was a leisurely and graceful flute sound wafting in. Suddenly, I saw Ning Yan slowly open his arms, his clothes fluttering, his long hair dancing, and Ning Yan's posture slowly dancing with the sound of the flute.

For a moment, Ling Zhen Yujun had a feeling of being in a different world, he couldn't believe the scene in front of him, and he couldn't help but clench his fists tightly, and the past was rolling like a tide. In the past, when Ning Yan was a maid in Cangyunya, she first liked to go to Cangyunya's singing and dancing palace to play, and the official in charge of serving the palace thought that she was nearly five hundred years old aunt, and she once said to Ling Zhen that Ning Yan's dancing posture was light and soft, if Ling Zhen was willing to agree, she wanted Ning Yan to go to the singing and dancing palace to practice singing and dancing, but Ling Zhen was unwilling to let Ning Yan leave her main hall and go to another place, so she did not agree. But he had seen Ning Yan dancing and playing with other maids many times, and Ning Yan's posture and happy appearance seemed to be still in front of him at that time.

Now, Ning Yan is dancing in the smoke cage hall in the middle of the night. Did she really remember anything, could it be related to the last time Mo Yan saw her? How much her body had recovered?

At this time, Ling Zhen did not appreciate Ning Yan's dancing again for many years, but was full of surprise and suspicion. Ling Zhen felt like she was about to stop breathing. stared blankly at the smoke immersed in his own dancing. But seeing that the smoke was dancing at this time, it was not so graceful and light, but it was just a little soft and tactful, and the clothes were flying.

After watching it for a while, Ling Zhen slowly slowed down his emotions, because he found that this dance was not the dance that Ning Yan had danced before. It was her dancing posture that moved with her heart, although she looked at her figure from a distance, and her soft sleeves were flying, but there was no connection between the front and back, and she waved and moved very slowly, obviously because her body was not healed and could not do her best to dance.

Ling Zhen gradually calmed down his breathing and heartbeat, only to find that his palms were covered with cold sweat. It seems that Ning Yan didn't think of anything, Ning Yan, what to do, what should I do with you, how much I hope you can remember the past, and you can also remember our past one by one. I wish you could never remember the past, even if you forgot about me.