After the guests gradually left, Luo Zhiyi finally left the hall with Uncle Qing's permission.
Dragging heavy steps, a day of walking around made her exhausted. She pulled off the silk on her face, revealing a broken face. The night breeze blew, and Luo Zhiyi slowly walked down to the room. Go.
Putting aside the festive hustle and bustle behind you far away, the tears finally fell again without warning, drop by drop, falling on the bluestone, splashing dust and becoming invisible.
Luo Zhiyi shed tears and turned around the rockery. However, at the next moment, his hands tightened and he was pulled into the rockery by a strong force.
Luo Zhiyi's scream was muffled by the man's thick and warm palm, and a familiar voice sounded in his ears: "Girl, it's me."
Luo Zhiyi was startled, struggled away, turned around and looked at the person who spoke, it was Zhan Ming.
"Why are you here?" Luo Zhiyi was slightly surprised. This is the inner garden of the palace, not a place for outsiders to come in.
"Let me see you." Zhan Min's eyes fell on the scar on Luo Zhiyi's left face, and his trembling hand was about to touch it, but Luo Zhiyi dodged it.
"Brother Min, please leave quickly. Don't come to see me again in the future." Luo Zhiyi took a few steps back and distanced himself from Zhan Min, with a miserable look on his face.
Zhan Min took a few steps forward, grabbed Luo Zhiyi's delicate shoulders with both hands, and asked: "Why, what kind of life are you living in the palace now? Do you still want to stay here?"
Luo Zhiyi struggled for a few times, but was held tighter by Zhan Min, and finally gave up. Looking at the man in front of him who had loved and protected him like his brother since childhood, Luo Zhiyi's eyes filled with water again.
"Brother Min, you are now the youngest general in Dai Viet. In the future, you will become a general like your father. The Zhan family depends on you, and Dai Viet also depends on you. But I am just the daughter of a guilty minister..."
"I don't believe that Uncle Luo will rebel. Someone must have framed him." Zhan Min held Luo Zhiyi's shoulders and shook them vigorously.
"I know it too, but daddy was still convicted, didn't he?" Daddy was always upright, but in the end he was splashed with dirty water, and she was helpless. After learning that the person might be the one who framed daddy, she He can't do anything, just because the lives of his parents and brothers are still in his hands.
"You come with me, and I will take you out of here. You don't have to wrong yourself and suffer here anymore..." Zhan Min hugged Luo Zhiyi into his arms a little excitedly.
"Brother Min, I can't leave." Luo Zhiyi leaned in his arms and did not struggle. She was too tired, even if this support was only for a moment.
"Why."
"Even if I have to leave, I have to have a complete settlement with him, and I can't involve anyone, including you." Luo Zhiyi looked into Zhan Min's eyes and said calmly.
Yes, she will leave here one day, but she cannot rely on anyone, and she cannot implicate anyone.
…
In the dream, Luo Zhiyi felt happy in her heart, both joyful and nervous. She was sitting on the wedding bed, waiting for her husband.
The sound of footsteps came, and a pair of dragon-patterned Xiangyun boots stopped in front of her. She bit her lip lightly, full of expectation, but she was not careful when the hijab was suddenly taken off. She looked up suddenly and saw Bai Ye with a cold face and a stern look. staring at her.
She couldn't help being shocked and shrank back to the bed, but Bai Ye pressed forward step by step, with a mocking smile on his face, and said word by word: "I only married you to use you to find out who your father was for treason." It’s just evidence…”
Luo Zhiyi shook his head in panic, but saw Lian Ruoshui in a bright red wedding dress walking out behind Bai Ye, looking at her with pity in his eyes: "Brother Ye has never liked you, he has a woman he likes in his heart...
"No, you lied to me." Luo Zhiyi screamed and cried, shrinking into the bed, but a voice came from behind: "You will be abandoned too, you will be abandoned too..." Luo Zhiyi turned around, only to see Ling Ji behind her with disheveled hair and a face as pale as a ghost.
"Ah!" Luo Zhiyi screamed and woke up from his dream. When he opened his eyes, he saw Jin He's anxious and worried face: "Miss, it's okay. Miss, you just had a nightmare. When you wake up, everything will be fine. Everything will be fine.”
In Jinhe's thin embrace, Luo Zhiyi finally found a trace of warmth.
"Jinhe, fortunately, you are always with me, fortunately, I have you."
"What are you talking about, Miss? Miss is Jin He's savior. Without Miss, Jin He would have died long ago..."
Before Jin He finished speaking, the door of the room was knocked open with a bang. The two of them were startled and looked outside the door, but it was Bai Ye who was leaning against the wall.
Under the light, his face was flushed, and his beautiful phoenix eyes seemed to have drunk wine, making him even more intoxicated. However, Luo Zhiyi felt panic in his heart. Today was his wedding night, what was he doing here?
Bai Ye waved his hand, and Zhou Yan behind him ducked out of the way, entered the room, and said softly to Luo Zhiyi: "I'm offended." He struck like lightning, and knocked Jin He unconscious with one hand knife. Without saying a word, he carried it with him. Just left.
Luo Zhiyi was worried and scared at the same time. What did he want to do when he came here?
Luo Zhiyi looked at him coldly. Bai Ye closed the door and staggered towards her. Luo Zhiyi hugged the thin quilt tightly and watched Bai Ye untie his red wedding dress as he walked: "The prince is leaving. Wrong room?"
Bai Ye ignored her, casually tore off his wedding clothes and threw them on the ground. Then he lay down on the bed with his tall body. The strong smell of alcohol instantly surrounded Luo Zhiyi, and then he said lazily: "I am not drunk. I can sleep wherever I want."
The small bed was squeezed into a corner because of Bai Ye's height.
"Isn't tonight the prince's wedding night? Does the prince want the princess to stay alone on her wedding night? In that case, how will the prince explain to the emperor? The princess was given the marriage by the emperor?" Luo Zhiyi still said. Said with a smile.
"Do you really want to drive me away?" Bai Ye's voice was a bit colder.
"How dare you, a mere slave of Zhiyi, drive away the prince? Even if you want to leave, you must leave with Zhiyi." Luo Zhiyi said and wanted to get off the end of the bed.
Bai Ye suddenly turned over, hugged Luo Zhiyi's body that was about to leave, and pressed her completely under him.
"Why, you don't want to stay with me so much." After Bai Ye finished speaking, he took off the only hair tie on her head with a flick of his hand, and her black hair fell like a waterfall: "Still, you prefer to be hugged by Zhan Ming. In my arms..." Bai Ye almost said the last words through gritted teeth.
Luo Zhiyi, who was unable to move, looked at Bai Ye who was full of anger in front of him, and suddenly laughed: "Is the prince jealous?" Luo Zhiyi said, wrapping his hands around Bai Ye's neck, and exhaled. Ruolan.
"It's a joke to be jealous. I will be jealous because of an ugly woman like you." Bai Ye laughed and stood up, picked up the wedding clothes on the ground and put them on one by one.
"I'm just warning you that you are my king's woman. Even if I don't want her, others can't touch her. Until you die, you will only belong to me."
As he spoke, he waved his sleeves, snorted coldly, and strode away.
Luo Zhiyi looked at his leaving figure with a cold look in his eyes. He tidied up the bed and lay down to sleep again. It was as if Bai Ye had never appeared. Under the moonlight, a trace of moisture appeared in the corners of his eyes, but disappeared in an instant. trace,