It turns out that my father is not so cold to everyone, but only to him.
Gradually, Ye Moyan's heart became colder and colder.
Perhaps, if you don’t have extravagant expectations, you won’t be disappointed anymore.
He no longer desires, his heart is as calm as water, and no longer makes any waves.
Later, that person died.
He ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor.
People all over the world say that he is cold, heartless, cruel and ruthless.
As everyone knows, if he had a heart and feelings, he would have died countless times in this imperial palace that eats people without spitting out their bones.
He closed his eyes and closed his heart.
Gradually, nothing in this world could move him.
The heart is like stagnant water.
Until...he met Ling Xuewei.
Ling Xuewei was like a ray of light, saving him from the endless abyss of darkness and driving away the haze and hidden violence in his heart.
He is no longer a lofty and decisive emperor. Instead, he is the most ordinary man. He can also laugh, get angry, be frightened, and feel uneasy.
Since meeting Ling Xuewei, his world is no longer a single gray, but colorful.
After you have seen the most beautiful scenery in the world, you no longer want to go back to the cold and cold world before.
The person who used to have a stagnant heart and could not bear to be disturbed now always knows what fear is.
It turns out that he is also afraid.
Afraid of losing Ling Xuewei.
Afraid that Ling Xuewei would disappear from his world without a trace.
I'm afraid that from now on, the world without Ling Xuewei's company will be so monotonous, cold, painful and hopeless.
Now, Ling Xuewei is his wife, pregnant with their child.
When the child is born, he will give him the best.
Their children will become the happiest people in the world.
Therefore, Ye Moyan does not allow anyone to destroy this happiness.
Otherwise, God will kill God if he blocks it, and Buddha will kill Buddha if he blocks Buddha!
A flash of coldness flashed across Ye Moyan's eyes, and he looked awe-inspiring.
Suddenly, Ling Xuewei in Ye Moyan's arms moved, as if she was dreaming about something. She muttered something in her little mouth, then rubbed her head against his chest, and then fell asleep again.
The cold air faded away instantly, leaving only a gentleness like water.
Ye Moyan leaned over, kissed her gently in her hair, and whispered, "My little Wei'er, sweet dreams."
The candlelight flickered, illuminating the room with warmth and tranquility.
******
Same night.
Buddha's Rosewood Palace.
In the bedroom, on the dragon couch, the handsome man seemed to be in a nightmare.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes suddenly, his silver pupils emitting an incomprehensible light.
The forehead was soaked with sweat and had a sticky feeling, which made the man who always loved cleanliness very unhappy.
"Here comes someone."
"Holy King."
The palace attendant came in and "bathed."
"yes."
In the Kowloon Bath, Di Qianjue leaned against the jade wall, closing his eyes and meditating.
He has been having the same dream for several days.
In the dream, it was a woman.
However, he could not see clearly what the woman looked like.
It was as if there was a layer of clouds and mist, shadowy and uncertain. No matter what he did, he couldn't clear the clouds and mist and couldn't clearly see the woman's face.
But he knew that this woman was very important to him.
Because in the dream, Di Qianjue's eyes followed her closely all the time. He would be happy because of her happiness, sad about her sadness, and heartbroken by her worry.
He is like this, now that I think about it, it is really strange.
He showed a mocking smile and slowly opened his eyes.
Silver eyes are faint.
"An one."
"Holy King."
Outside the screen, darkness appeared.
"Did you know that there was a woman beside me once upon a time?"
After a pause, he asked, "Why did the Holy Lord suddenly ask this?"
"During this period, I have been having a dream. In the dream, a woman always appears, but I can't see her face clearly. But one thing I remember clearly is that every time I approach her, she seems to be...
Very afraid of me..."
A turbulent wave arose in An Yi's heart!
Did the Holy Lord remember it?! How could it be possible? Didn’t the Holy Doctor say that it was hard to remember the Holy Lord, but why did it happen now...?!
"Which empress in the harem is the Holy Lord talking about?" An Yi said bravely.
"No. She shouldn't be from the harem, otherwise, she wouldn't be so eager to escape from me." Di Qianjue shook his head.
Although he couldn't see her face clearly, Di Qianjue could feel that the woman seemed to be unwilling to be around him and was trying his best to escape.
But Di Qianjue would not allow it. He imprisoned her tyrannically, cut off all her ways out, and did not allow her to leave... It was so crazy and even pathologically possessive that even when he woke up, Di Qianjue still had lingering fears.
"The Holy Lord may be too tired to have such a dream. How can there be a woman in this world who does not fall in love with the Holy Lord? Look at all the empresses in the harem, who is not looking forward to seeing the Holy Lord someday? After all, it is a dream,
It can’t be taken seriously.”
Yeah?
Then why did he always feel that this dream was so real, as if it had really happened.
Di Qianjue rubbed his brows, maybe he was just too tired recently to have such a ridiculous dream.
"Please step back."
"yes."
An Yi stepped back, his calm face cracked slightly after turning around.
Holy Lord, even if he lost his memory, he still misses that woman?
If this continues, he is really worried that the Holy Lord will remember everything one day. By then, it will probably be an earth-shattering situation.
In the bathtub, Di Qianjue suddenly covered his heart.
If it was a dream, then why did he feel as if a piece of his heart was missing.
He tightened his eyes, and the image of a woman dressed in pink, standing on her back among thousands of flowers, flashed in his mind.
Elegant and elegant, like a refreshing breeze.
It seemed as if he would ride on the wind and disappear without a trace in the next second.
"...Xue'er."
Di Qianjue suddenly opened his eyes, Xueer?
Why did he suddenly call this name?
Why does my heart feel dull and uncomfortable just when I think of these two words?
Or is that woman called Xueer?
There were more and more doubts in his heart, and suddenly there was a sharp pain in his head!
It seemed as if it came from the depths of his soul and wanted to tear him into pieces!
"Bang!"
There was a loud sound, startling everyone outside.
"Sage, what's wrong with you?"
There was a rapid knock on the door, and then An Yi broke in and saw a mess all over the house!
The entire hall was full of water stains, like a whirlwind passing through, and it was a mess.
Di Qianjue was half-leaning on the ground, soaked to the skin, holding his head with his hands and his face full of pain.
"What's wrong with you, Holy Lord?" An was shocked, "Quick! Get the holy doctor quickly!"
After a moment of confusion, the holy doctor arrived.
After applying the golden needle, Di Qianjue finally fell asleep.
"Holy doctor, what happened to the holy king? Why did he suddenly have a headache?" The two people asked quickly.
"Hey, I see that the inner breath of the Holy Lord is disordered. It should be that something has disturbed his mind. In addition, he has not had a good rest in recent days and has been working hard. This is why he is like this." The Holy Doctor said with a solemn face, "Do you know that before the Holy Lord,
What happened?"
Xianyi frowned and shook his head.
An Yi said solemnly, "Shengjun... seems to have remembered that woman."
