"It's late at night."

The man who was burying his head raised his head lightly, dropped the last stroke of cinnabar, closed it, and put it aside, but he accidentally set his eyes on the rosewood box, stretched out his hand and stopped in the air, as if he was struggling with something, but he still opened the wooden box lightly like he was not obedient.

Lying quietly inside was a clear and exquisite purple jade fan, small and exquisite, spreading it in the palm, and the scenes of the past seemed to appear in front of you.

That tricky and weird girl, with a clever tongue against several scholars, her confidence and fear attracted all her attention. She thought she was just an interesting person, and she was just a simple curiosity in her heart, but she never thought that the more she explored, the more she was trapped in it and could not extricate herself.

An Ran left Jiuyou City, and he still didn't have the courage to inquire about her until now. It seemed that as long as he didn't do this, he could act as if she was still alive, living in a certain corner, still as energetic as before, and full of laughter at all times.

Three years have passed, and it has been three years in a flash, thousands of days and nights. No one knows how much he missed that woman when the dew was heavy at night. The only person he loved in this life, but he killed his life.

"Your Majesty." Changshou sighed, but he couldn't bear to see Yun Huan so depressed.

Yun Huan stood up and walked around the desk, looked back at Changshou who was following him, and said, "No need to follow me, I want to walk around alone."

This palace was so cold that it was not a little warm, but he never wanted to leave. It was not because of his poisonous oath to Xiao Jingchen, but even if there was anything good outside, he would never meet the person he wanted to meet again.

For the sake of the world and for the throne, he gave up too many things...

If he was allowed to choose again, he would probably have found the old path in the past, just because he is a descendant of the Yun family and the honor of the world. He could not have the will to do anything. The only time in this life, he also forced that person into a desperate situation. What he regretted was his persistence. If he had not wanted to force this feeling that did not belong to him, he would not have let her go at a young age. No matter what, it would not be better than her living. At least, he would not have felt so painful.

After retreating from the morning court, Lou Shiyi looked at Yun Huan, who was in poor spirits, and asked him about Chang Shou whom he saw him, "Your Majesty has a bad look recently, why?"

Chang Shou sighed lightly and said, "I looked through the fan a few days ago. These days, His Majesty has revised the memorial until dawn. He can't sleep at night. He takes a nap during the day and is entangled by nightmare and exclaims the man's name."

"It seems that your Majesty still can't untie that knot in his heart."

"It's not just him who can't see it." Lou Shiyi looked back at the magnificent palace, and felt a little in his heart, saying, "The boy from the Yan family has been saying that he has not been in court for many days."

Even if Yan Weile was really sick, he would not have been ill for so long. It seems that this heart disease is harder to cure than any kind of illness. A good emperor and a good general protecting the country have become like this. Who can imagine how energetic these two people were back then?

Changshou nodded clearly, "But Your Majesty finally felt ashamed of him, so he could only let him go."
Chapter completed!