Hearing him ask this question, the corners of Jian Yao's eyes squinted, and he saw him looking at her coldly from the corner of her eye. It was still the same eyes that had seen so much scenery and madness, and there was no longer any pity or sympathy in them.

There is no need for joy and hatred, but it seems to be flickering in the dark. In the deep blue, layers of gray are revealed. The eyes meet, and the golden and blue are already blocking the distance between the sky and the sea...

"That won't be a reason for you to become a queen!"

"Yes, but if he doesn't come, it will be the reason for you to be deposed again, and...the reason for others to have their heads fall to the ground..."

With a dull, hoarse sound, the door to the Chaoyang Palace opened. Looking at the red carpet under his feet, Jian Yao still remembered the feeling the last time he stepped on it. It was a bright sun that day, and he could see between his fingers when he looked up.

The sunlight slanting in and the dust floating in the sunlight. After four years, she stood in this position again, and what greeted her was a steady drizzle.

The rustling rain was just like a person who once quietly practiced cursive writing on four-foot rice paper, rustling across ink marks one after another. The entire palace city looked cold in the rain, and it lost its bustling atmosphere.

smell.

Walking slowly along the red carpet, accompanied by solemn rituals and music, Jian Yao saw that every face he passed contained a meaning of forbearance. Only the bronze statues in the aisle were empty and dull, staring lazily.

Looking at the rain and mist in front of me, the trickle slipping quietly became the only freedom in the lifeless and humid air at this time.

He stepped onto the steps and took Feng Xie's hand. His palms were hot, but his expression was solemn. There was a slight coldness in his eyes, which made Jian Yao's heart hurt. Turning around, the people under his feet were hazy in the rain and fog.

Years later, she stood here again, numbly accepting God's irony towards her. Their marriage was a battle of emotion and endurance, betrayal of each other.

The trenches, quarrels and indifference are like arrows that pierce the heart into pieces. What is he still insisting on? Secretly looking at the side face of the man next to him, he is handsome and courageous, but also ruthless. Maybe to her, he has already become a

This kind of helpless tug of war, from his heart to his body, even if they become bloody and bloody in the process, he is not afraid.

Jian Yao's heart felt cold. The long and boring edict of the praise officer made her feel irritated, as if it was just a memorial to love. She gently loosened her fingers and wanted to withdraw her hand, but he held her hand tighter. Is it possession or possession?

Revenge? Jian Yao didn't understand his heart, but this grand ceremony of becoming the queen was definitely not the love he gave her!

The protracted voice of the praise officer was annoying, and the rain seemed to be getting heavier. Jian Yao's hand loosened slightly, but was held tighter the next moment. The lengthy edict was like a memorial, reminding Jian Yao of the person who died in Jimo.

During the day, the same rain washed away the pain in her heart.

The moment the praise officer stopped, the door leading to the Chaoyang Palace opened again. The sound was particularly harsh in the empty palace. Jian Yao's breathing began to quicken. He wanted to see carefully ahead, but the heavy rain that was originally pouring slowly

But it started to rage all over the sky. In the vast sky, the black figure slowly walked towards

In the shadow, Jian Mu Cheng's face is still unreal and handsome, with a smile, walking on the red carpet that Jian Yao just walked on. This avenue that flaunts the majesty of the emperor is stepped on by him, looking so natural and casual
Chapter completed!