He has a restrained charm, an elegant demeanor, and an air of pride and determination lingering around him.

With a pair of shining purple eyes, he stared closely at the door of the carved palace. The three characters Chaohuang Palace, gilt and inlaid with jade, were a little dull. Ye Jiangxue's door was still closed.

How could she, such an active woman, lock herself in the hall for so long?

Your Majesty...if you really feel sorry for me, you should let me in!

Yan Junqing's expression was equally sad. He seemed to be taking another look at the little fox to see if she was okay now, if she had eaten, and if she had smiled.

He really couldn't adapt to this kind of separation and not seeing each other. He wanted to go in to find her, but he couldn't do it with the courtesy of a monarch and a minister, so he could only stand outside the door and wait, motionless.

Jiangxue, can you please come out and let me have a look? I really miss you, I really miss you...

The emotions in Yan Junqing's heart surged wildly. He knew that Ye Jiangxue was feeling sorry for him and his body. In the second half of the night, he clearly saw Ling Ziliang walking out of the palace. Did Jiangxue already know...

You should know it, right? In front of her, nothing in the world is a secret. She has the wisdom to calculate the world.

Got it, so I went to look for Ling Ziliang, hoping to ask Meng Xian again...

As smart as he is, such an elegant and outstanding man, his sharp and bright purple eyes can see everything in the world thoroughly and clearly in an instant.

The moment he saw the pale, tangled and helpless Ling Ziliang, he already understood.

However, from beginning to end, he never left Ling Ziliang to ask questions. He only remembered that Ling Ziliang sighed and left: "She is different from Ling Zhexiao. She also wants to subvert the world for you, but she... is

Very special.”

Yes, it is very special... How could he not know the deep love of this woman who is smart all her life, but is willing to be confused for him all her life?

Love swirled and flowed in my heart, never ending. Yan Junqing's face was pale, almost transparent, and deep in his purple eyes, love and pain surged in. He stiffened his spine, stood with his head held high, his eyes lowered, and said nothing.

In this way, two people who love each other, one is sitting in front of the bronze mirror in the temple with painful eyes, staring at the blurred self in the bronze mirror, and the other is standing outside the temple with his head held high, pious and sad...

Love tortures two people in a painful way, and even though it hurts so much, no one is willing to let go.

…

The imperial capital of the Southern Jin Dynasty was elegant and beautiful, and its youth was flowing. At this moment, at the corner of a certain street in the imperial capital, a fiery red dress bloomed like fire.

After leaving the Chaohuang Palace, he sneaked alone in the night, until the sky turned white, until the fiery sun broke out of the clouds, until the sun hid behind the dark clouds again...

No one can always explain things like fate clearly, just like he and Meng Xian.

I don’t know if it was a bad fate or a fate cultivated over several lifetimes, but anyway... we met again... At the street corner, his crimson clothes were fluttering and turning, and opposite him stood a tall and elegant figure, his blue clothes seemed to come from the sky.

Come, his magnolia blossom-like aura can make people forget the whole world in an instant.

Who else could be such an elegant and handsome person besides Yan Nian?
Chapter completed!