The reborn emperor, you are dismissed

Chapter 664 Final Words His Highness's Little Runaway Wife ([-])
Unexpectedly, the owner of Liyuan greeted him personally.

"Miss Su, I'm sorry, the attendants can only wait outside." The middle-aged man asked with a smile.

She has met this Boss Duan several times, so she said to the clerk with confidence:
"Go to the opposite side to have a bowl of tea and rest your feet."

"Yes, Master."

"Please follow the younger one." The middle-aged man led the way.

The platforms of Guangde Building are divided into three places, and the one that is usually open is the courtyard, but it is obviously not here today.

Boss Duan led her around twice, and came to a secluded place, a small independent courtyard, with an exquisitely carved wooden door ajar.

Stepping in slowly, there are only two rows of comfortable wide chairs inside, which should be the place to receive dignitaries on weekdays.

"Please sit down for a while, the show will begin later."

The wooden window is half-covered and the light is dim, but the small platform is very bright, as if using something to gather the light on it.

The warm wind blows and blows the light-colored veils hanging around, which is quite artistic.

She looked around and suddenly remembered something.

"Boss Duan, why am I the only one..."

Boom!The wooden door closed tightly, and the middle-aged man disappeared very quickly.

The huge hall was completely silent.

Vigilance arises spontaneously, silently reaching for the silver whistle on the sleeve, and blowing it as soon as something goes wrong.

Indeed, she is no longer innocent and ignorant, she has experienced life and death, and has long hidden the intention of guarding against others in her heart.

All of a sudden, the ethereal silk and bamboo sound came, like weeping and complaining, euphemistic and melodious.

It gradually overlapped with the thoughts in her memory.

The play is...

There was a soft sound on the wooden platform, and an actor came lightly.

With just one glance, his eyes widened in astonishment.

The man wore a colorful costume, which covered his tall and straight figure, exuding a feminine and feminine beauty beyond the dust.

The delicate face is painted with heavy makeup, and a touch of dark color brings back the slightly raised eye ends, the clear eyes are full of longing, seductive.

There was a mixture of charm and unconcealable awe in the brows, which made her unable to believe her eyes.

how is this possible……

What does he... want to do? !

The actor, who was a few points more beautiful than Lan Sheng, ignored her shock, flicked his wide sleeves, and gently parted his thin lips:

"The long street is long, the fireworks are blooming, turn on the lights and look back..."

The actress's clear and beautiful voice is wonderful to the ears, like drizzle, and like apricot blossoms blowing on the face.

She sat like a wood carving, wishing she could pinch her arm to see if she was in a dream.

"...the flowers on the other side bloom on the other side, and the three lives are determined by the three lives before the stone."

With a change in the ending, it was replaced by a man's mellow singing voice.

"Lifetime is a couple, half drunk, half awake, half buoyant."

She stared blankly at her beautiful peach eyes, feeling the warmth winding down her cheeks.

In a trance, as if returning to that winter afternoon.

"Which one do you like to listen to on weekdays?"

The young emperor asked cautiously.

The woman's face was haggard, as if maintaining the last bit of dignity, she pointed at one at random.

The man paused for a moment, then quickly smiled and said, "Okay, just listen to this."

In fact, he knew it well and never exposed it.

The sound of silk and bamboo stopped.

The actor walked down the small stage slowly and came straight to her.

Long fingers wiped away the thin water marks, but more tears could not be stopped from falling like broken beads.

"You...you..." She trembled her lips, unable to speak.

"Daughter, do you like it?"

He returned to his original voice, low and hoarse.

"I like...how do you..."

With a faint sigh, he smiled bitterly:
"I know you love to listen to "Hua Chun Tang", and I probably guessed the reason why you didn't want me to know... At that time, it was indeed impossible to make the promise of 'a couple for a lifetime'."

He leaned over and kissed her forehead lightly.

"But now, yes."

In his eyes, a woman who is a wife and a mother is still like a little girl who needs to be taken care of.

(End of this chapter)