All evildoers are black-bellied: Out of print Concubine Diao

"It's late at night, Your Majesty."

The person who was buried at the desk slightly raised his head, put down the last stroke of cinnabar, closed it, and put it aside, but inadvertently fixed his eyes on the red sandalwood box, stretched out his hand in mid-air, as if he was struggling for something, but Still ignoring the order, the wooden box was opened lightly.

Lying quietly inside is a clear and delicate purple jade fan, small and exquisite, unfolding it in the palm of your hand, it seems that scenes from the past are floating before your eyes.

That tricky and eccentric girl confronted several scholars with a glib tongue. Her confidence and fearlessness attracted all his attention. He thought she was just an interesting person, and he was simply curious in his heart, but he never thought about it. The more you search, the more you get stuck in it and you can't extricate yourself.

An Ran left from Jiuyou City, until now he has not had the courage to order someone to inquire about her news, as if as long as he does not do so, he can treat her as alive, living in a certain corner, still as full of vigor as before, There is laughter all the time.

Three years, three years in a blink of an eye, thousands of days and nights, no one knew how much he missed that woman, the only one he loved in this life, when the night was dark and the dew was heavy, but he was the one who killed her.

"Your Majesty." Chang Shou sighed, but couldn't bear to see Yun Huan so depressed.

Yun Huan got up and walked around the desk, looked back at Chang Shou who was following closely, and said: "There is no need to follow, I want to walk alone."

This imperial palace was so cold that there was no temperature at all, but he never thought of leaving. It was not because of the poisonous oath to Xiao Jingchen, but because even if there were all kinds of good things outside, he would never meet the person he wanted to meet again.

For the world, for the throne, he gave up too many things...

If he was allowed to choose again from the beginning, he would probably follow the old path of the past, because he is a descendant of the Yun family and the king of the world, so he couldn't help but have half-willed thoughts, and for the only time in this life, he also forced that person into the... In desperation, what he regrets is his persistence. If it weren't for selfishness and wanting to force this feeling that doesn't belong to him, he wouldn't let her go at a young age. No matter what, it's not better than her living. At least, he won't The pain was unbearable.

As the morning retreated, Lou Shiyi glanced at Yun Huan, who was in low spirits, and asked Chang Shou who was seeing him off, "Your Majesty's complexion has been very bad lately, what's the reason?"

Chang Shou sighed softly, and said: "A few days ago, I looked at that fan again. In the past few days, Your Majesty has been revising the memorial until dawn, and he can't sleep at night. If he takes a nap during the day, he will be haunted by nightmares, and he exclaims. The man's name."

"It seems that Your Majesty still can't untie that knot."

"It's not just him who can't see it alone." Lou Shiyi glanced back at the resplendent palace, feeling slightly in his heart, and said: "The boy from the Yan family has also been unable to go to court for several days because of his illness."

Even if Yan Weile was really ill, he would not have been ill for so long. It seems that this heart disease is more difficult to cure than any other ailment. A good emperor, a good general protecting the country, turned out to be like this, who can imagine How high-spirited these two people were back then.

Chang Shou nodded understandingly, "But His Majesty has finally felt guilty towards him, so he can only let him go."

"It's been three years, but I'm still so reluctant to let go." Lou Shiyi sighed, got on the soft chair prepared for him, and waved to Chang Shou, "Eunuch Chang doesn't need to see you off, please take good care of Your Majesty."