Inside the Moon Blood Palace

"You're back." The soft words flew in the night and reached Bing's ears.

So light, so indifferent, yet so low, it hit her heart directly.

The dark eyes met the dark eyes, still so bright, still so beautiful, still, no, not the same, the deep affection in those eyes can no longer be blocked, can no longer be controlled, just like the fierce volcano, erupting thinly.

And out.

The love that fills my heart can no longer be suppressed.

He gently held up his little face, no bigger than a palm, with both hands. It was so pretty, so beautiful. It was the way he remembered it in his heart this year. Although it had changed and became more beautiful, this was

His ice, no matter how it changes, is ice that he can recognize at a glance.

Even if she didn't look like this today, he could still know that this was his ice.

The ice that was really in front of him was not the ice that he could only see in his dreams at midnight.

It was touchable, it was real ice in front of him.

Putting his hand on his big hand, Bing looked deeply at Yanyue and said softly: "I'm back."

You are back.

I'm back.

It swayed gently and floated out, flying in all directions in the boundless night.

There is no eloquent talk of love, no tearful wailing, only low whispers.

Just like when a wife bids farewell to her husband in the morning and when the husband returns at sunset, she whispers "You are back". It is as plain as the wine in the glass, but the fragrance is overflowing.

When love reaches the depths, silence is better than sound.

Stretching out his arms, Yan Yue picked up Bing and hugged him tightly.

It was as if he wanted to rub her into his body, into his bones and blood, and become one with him.

His head was buried deeply in Bing's thin neck, and silent hot tears seeped down his clothes, burning hot.

His princess, his ice.

He has not forgotten that Bing who had no hesitation and risked his life during the decisive battle that day, and Bing who fought with him crazily, and he has not forgotten the figure stained with blood that was not hungry, and Bing who disappeared from his eyes in an instant.

Really...back...

Just in my arms...

The fourth imperial concubine who will advance and retreat with him, live and die with him, and will never leave her.

And now, she is back, she is finally back, back to his side, back...continues to love him, back...to advance and retreat with him.

Don't let go, don't let go anymore.

The little hand stretched out hard, trying to hug the man in front of her, but it was helpless, but it was just the hand of an eleven-year-old girl. No matter how much it stretched, it could not be hugged.

I feel a little annoyed, a little angry, why, I still don’t grow up.

Outside the house, the undercurrent of flames slowly raised a smile. One year later, the imperial concubine is really back.

Finally came back.

Dongfang Lie and Xin'er also had wet eyes at this time, and more often than not they were crying with joy.

His daughter, her young lady, is not dead yet, and is still standing in front of them.

Still so powerful, still so arrogant.

Slowly turning around, Yanliu and Undercurrent looked at Dongfang Lie. Now, this place should be left to the two people who have reunited after a long absence.

With this thought in mind, they came to the outside of the main hall and sat quietly, but no one left.

The night wind is blowing, and spring is already as hot as summer.

"What! Show me quickly." Yan Yue shouted angrily, her eyes filled with heartache.

What has happened to his ice?

"I can't die." On the bed, Bing leaned against Yan Yue's arms, staring at Yan Yue with eyes brighter than the stars, and said with a smile.

Yan Yue knew that she was just like him. As long as it was not a matter of life and death, they would not care. What kind of pain and what kind of pain, as long as they did not die, it was not worth mentioning at all to them.

However, thinking of the pain she had endured, his heart ached for no reason. He did not listen to Bing's advice and quickly checked her wounds.

After unbuttoning his clothes and touching the body in front of him, Yan Yue exuded cruelty.

I can't die, I really can't die.

It looks like it's just a skin injury, and he really can't die.

Although the whole body was covered with red marks and the skin was abraded, it was really just skin trauma.

He can't die! Damn it, he can't die! His hands trembled in an instant. In the eyes that stared at Bing, the storm quickly condensed, and the heartache continued to accumulate. This kind of entanglement made Bing's heart stare at him all the time.

He started to panic.

"It's really just a skin injury, Yue..."

"Skin injury..." There was no crazy yelling, no violent yelling, just a low-pitched whisper.

But it was this whisper that was full of cruelty, heartache, sorrow and grief that made Bing unable to say anything else.

Gently stretched out his hand to touch the still clearly visible arrow marks on his abdomen. He touched it very lightly, very lightly, and then gently touched the scars of different sizes on his body. There were arrow marks, sword marks, and what should be...

There are countless scratches from stones and branches when falling off the cliff, and Yan Yue's hands are always there

Trembling.

It takes such a fierce struggle and such lifeless madness to create such scars.

There were not so many marks on his body, from childhood to adulthood, nor from the killing that night.

Suddenly, a mark on his chest that was about to disappear caught Yan Yue's attention. This was...

Although the Qi emitted by internal force does not seem to be emitted by very powerful internal force, it is for Bing who has no internal force at all.

This palm, even if it is not fatal, will destroy Bing's muscles and bones.

Is it possible that that night, Bing suddenly fell into Wangyun Cliff because of this palm? In addition to the people who surrounded and killed them, in addition to the people who had been eliminated by him, there was also a black hand that night...

Feeling the constant trembling of Yan Yue's hand, Bing leaned tightly into Xuanyuan Che's arms and whispered: "From now on, I will have you, I will have you."

A few soft words are higher than mountains and heavier than seas. They are heartfelt trust and a lifetime trust.

"Okay." He replied softly, Yan Yue's eyes turned red, and his eyes were full of determination.

From now on, even if he dies, he will never let her get hurt again.

Reaching out and quickly taking out the ointment from his arms, Yan Yue gently wiped it on Bing. This was the golden healing medicine that Mo Yan had brought with him, and it was unique.

The moon is bright and the lights are shining.

The place was silent.

In this silence, Yan Yue suddenly said in a deep voice, word by word: "In the future, if there is any danger, you are not allowed to remain silent. Even if you go to hell, you have to call me. No matter where you are, no matter where you are.

No matter what happens, I will bear it with you."

Looking up at Yan Yue, who looked extremely serious, Bing smiled slowly and nodded without saying a word.

He who regards her as his life is enough, that's enough.
Chapter completed!