The pool of blood outside the palace has not yet dried up, and the pale twilight reflects dark red, and a slight chill lingers in the heart.

Fu Yunchuo caught a glimpse of the worry in Ling Youyao's eyes and said with relief: "Your Majesty is angry, and Xiaoqi is stubborn, so he will inevitably be punished. However, the imperial doctor said it is not serious, so you don't have to worry too much."

"Well, thank you, Your Highness." Ling Youyao replied absently, her eyes falling in front of Chengming Hall.

Although she didn't want to admit it, she was indeed worried about Fu Mingjue.

Since the Mid-Autumn Festival Banquet, the relationship between Fu Xiuyun and Fu Mingjue has become increasingly tense. It seems that no matter how other things change, the ending of Fu Mingjue's gradual rebellion will not change.

Does that mean Fu Mingjue will die in the end?

Thinking of this, Ling Youyao's heart suddenly sank a little.

Fu Yunchuo saw her expression of confusion and said, "Your Majesty only punished him because he was angry for a moment. I have already advised your Majesty, don't be afraid."

After hearing the word "fear", Ling Youyao gradually came back to her senses and managed a smile: "Your Highness, I know."

Fu Yunchuo pursed his lips and looked at her. He said nothing more and left after briefly explaining a few words.

The remaining warmth was blown away by the last ray of wind. Ling Youyao stared at the brightly lit palace for a long time. After a long time, she saw the black figure exiting the candlelight.

The wound in Fu Mingjue's chest was unbearable. He was about to cough when he saw Ling Youyao staring at him intently, so he endured it again.

He walked forward and pulled Ling Youyao back from the wind. "Next time, wait somewhere else. It's very windy here."

Ling Youyao didn't answer, just stared at him blankly. The young man's face in front of her was still as cold and cold, but a little more pale. His thin lips were pursed slightly, and there was no color at all. Apart from black, it was white, and there was even a warm light.

It doesn't even bring out any warmth.

In her memory, Fu Mingjue held a high position, was extremely powerful, and acted absurdly and harshly, but no one in the court dared to comment on him.

And behind such an honor that is placed above ten thousand people, there is also a sense of humiliation and sadness that ordinary people cannot see.

Although the eldest princess said that he was not seriously injured, now that she really saw someone, Ling Youyao not only did not feel relieved, she became even more worried.

Fu Mingjue felt a little uncomfortable when she saw him. He turned away slightly and said, "I'm fine, go back."

Ling Youyao didn't move, stretched out her hand to grab his sleeve, and said in a muffled voice, "Are you going back too?"

Hearing this, Fu Mingjue was slightly startled. Her eyes were clear and bright, flashing with a bit of stubbornness, as if she would drag him back together as long as he said no.

His throat tightened, he held Ling Youyao's hand and said seriously: "Let's go back together."

"Okay." Ling Youyao raised her face and smiled, finally feeling at ease.

It would be nice to go back.

Fu Mingjue watched her quietly, catching a glimpse of the relaxation between her brows. The haze shrouding his heart suddenly dissipated, as if the sunset over the snow-capped mountains melted the layers of ice and snow, giving rise to another impulse to move forward.

He has been walking alone for twenty-two years, and he never thought that there would be anyone looking forward to his return so much.

He worked step by step and tried his best to imprison Ling Youyao by his side. No matter whether she wanted it or not, whether she would hate him or not, he still did it after all.

Hate or love, as long as it's her, what does it matter?

The night is getting darker and the autumn wind is rustling. The palace lanterns under the eaves are swaying gently in the wind, emitting a meager light to illuminate the darkness. Although it is weak, it has never been extinguished.

Fu Xiuyun stood silently on the turret, looking at the two figures walking away hand in hand, feeling a bit envious in his heart.

"Your Majesty, it's cold at night, can I help you go back?" Manager Li stood behind him and silently put on Fu Xiuyun's cloak.

Fu Xiuyun couldn't look away for a long time. He was always sure of winning, and now there was a rare look of sadness on his face. After a while, he heard him ask: "Do you think Zi Lin will blame me?"

His voice was very soft, as if he was asking himself or others.

Manager Li was stunned for a moment, and then said: "In the Yu family, you are the royal brother of King Jing. The eldest brother is like a father. You punish him to fulfill the responsibility of an elder brother. In the country, you are the emperor, and King Jing is a minister. Thunder

Rain and dew are all your kindness, how can King Jing blame you?"

When Fu Xiuyun heard these words, he curled his lips in a self-mocking manner and turned around suddenly.

"It's a pity that he will never call me "Royal Brother" again.

Manager Li looked at the emperor's lonely back slowly coming down from the turret, with a layer of doubt in his eyes. He had followed Fu Xiuyun for many years and had never seen such a look on him.

In my impression, the emperor was always majestic and had clear goals, but at this moment, Fu Xiuyun became melancholy and hesitant.

Is this change because of Fu Mingjue?

——No one knows.

This night is destined to be sleepless.

The matter of King Jing imprisoning his biological mother finally came to a conclusion during the morning court on the second day - Fu Xiuyun personally clarified: Fahrenheit is dead and this matter is nonsense.

Although Fu Xiuyun said this, many ministers still expressed doubts. Yesterday, they aggressively sent people to search Prince Jing's Mansion. Just one night later, the situation took a turn.

No one is sure what Fu Xiuyun meant by this move.

Those censors originally wanted to dig deeper, but they were turned away by Fu Xiuyun who said, "There is no need to discuss this matter anymore." After hearing this, everyone understood in their hearts that His Majesty had reconciled with King Jing again.

After going to court, Ling Qingyan, who had been worried all night, finally smiled and happily took Shen Xuhuai to Tianxiang Pavilion for dinner.

Shen Xuhuai glanced at him faintly and refused: "Qiu Shou is here, I have something else to do and I don't have time to accompany you. You can go alone."

Ling Qingyan seemed not to see the resentful look in his eyes, and smiled: "This is the first time I win against you, Shen Chao, can't you afford to lose?"

"I promise you, I will do it of course." Shen Xuhuai passed by him with a calm expression.

Ling Qingyan chased after him and said to him: "Since you can do it, when do you plan to let Ling Ling leave the palace?"

Shen Xuhuai paused, turned slightly and looked at him seriously, "I can't decide whether she will leave the palace or not. I only promised to help her get to Beijing."

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The smile on Ling Qingyan's face gradually faded, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Shen Chao, I find that you really deserve a beating more and more."

Shen Xuhuai smiled: "Qingyan, I also noticed that you are getting more and more irritable and want to beat people up at every turn. Why don't you take the martial arts exam again?"

"Shen Chao!" What this man said was really irritating.

"I'm just suggesting," Shen Xuhuai saw that he was extremely angry, and the smile in his eyes gradually deepened, "Speaking of Ling Ling, Qing Yan, I have something serious to say to you."

Ling Qingyan snorted, obviously not believing it, "Can you tell me anything serious?"

"But this time." Shen Xuhuai raised his lips slightly, "It's really a big deal."

In fact, besides agreeing to help Ling Ling go to Beijing, he also promised her something else.

Who only has three days off for National Day?

——It’s me┭┮﹏┭┮

Although I only have three days off, I still love my motherland deeply. Happy National Day everyone~
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