---A thousand colors of purple and red compete for beauty, and the beauties in Shiting embrace each other quietly! ---
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Su Gu Leng may be a majestic and wise king, but he is also a dangerous overlord. When he first came to the throne, he was no stranger to the hand break he used. He was used to using it to get everything, no matter it was
No matter how despicable his tactics are, he will do it as long as it allows him to achieve his goal, even to the point of killing people without blinking an eye.
Therefore, in his eyes, there is always nothing he can't get, only what he doesn't want. Such a person is like a lazy snow leopard, unpredictable. When he attacks, he is beyond ordinary people.
As expected, it is hard to guard against.
But Su Shajue was completely different from him. Ten years ago, he might have been cruel and ruthless, but he also valued the word "righteousness". Since he was put on a stable footing, he did not want Su Gu Leng to think that he was overstepping his authority.
When it comes to matters related to the power of the court, he has always been silent and secretive, giving people the impression of being cold, aloof, and arrogant. However, he is much more upright and upright than him, and he can be regarded as a 'gentleman', even though he once took away his brother.
His wife, but it made him feel more at ease than being alone.
Now that Su Shajue has disappeared inexplicably, he has not yet found out whether the matter has anything to do with him, and yet he has sent himself to Youzhou inexplicably at this time, which is tantamount to letting Jun Ziyan face him alone, so how can he feel at ease.
Seeing him like this, Jun Ziyan just smiled faintly and said: "Don't worry, I will take good care of myself. I just want to confirm one thing here. You don't need to worry so much. Don't forget, I am Jun Ziyan."
, not Gu Xiyan."
Su Gu Leng said that as soon as her injuries healed, he would arrange for her to see Sha Jue. No matter what his intentions were, she could not leave the palace at the moment.
"Confirm?" Wanyan Che's sharp eyes suddenly lit up and he was startled. He asked in a low voice, "You, do you know anything? I'm warning you, no matter what you suspect, don't act recklessly." Could it be that she also suspected Su Gu?
cold?
Jun Ziyan turned a deaf ear to his words. His eyes were distant and cold. He did not answer his question, but simply said: "Anyway, I must stay in the palace." There was determination in his eyes.
Hearing this, Wanyan Che's handsome face suddenly froze, and he suddenly felt all kinds of emotions in his heart. He stared at her side face in a daze, his nails dug into her skin, and his heart felt like a knife.
After a moment of silence, Jun Ziyan, who had his back turned to him, took out the letter from his sleeve, handed it to Wanyan Che, and said: "I wrote this to Xuan Han, please help me give it to him." Tell him that there is no need to worry.
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Looking past the letter, Wanyan Che looked into her clear eyes with burning eyes. His warm hands covered her delicate white jade-like catkins, and his thin lips smiled: "Yan'er, don't worry, no matter what happens,
No matter what happens, I will protect you. No matter what happens, I will not let you be harmed in the slightest. I will protect you well until the day I hand you over to evil." The voice was hoarse and low, laughing.
Feeling sad and sour.
Gently, he took Jun Ziyan's slender body into his arms. He didn't dare to hold her tightly, but he couldn't bear to let go.
As early as when she jumped into the cold pool, he decided to give her a lifetime of happiness. Even if this happiness was not something he, Wanyanche, could afford, he was willing to do so without any regrets, because this was what he owed her.
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A thousand colors of purple and red compete for beauty, and the beauties in the stone pavilion embrace each other quietly!
The autumn wind swept away, caressing the silk and green silk of the two of them. Their flying hair was knotted and suddenly separated, like an invisible bond, following each other like a shadow.
This time, Jun Ziyan did not push him away. After a moment of confusion, he meekly buried himself in his arms.
With a smile on her face, she felt for the first time that this man whom she had always looked down upon could have such a broad mind and such warmth. For a moment, she felt a little addicted.
It has nothing to do with love, but a touch of warmth is like tea leaves being boiled by boiling water. First they repel each other, then they blend together, and finally a mellow fragrance of tea overflows.
And she is the unsteeped tea leaves, Wanyanche is the boiling water, and Sushajue is the celadon cup holding the tea, silently holding it and indispensable.
For the first time, she felt calm about his touch when she was so awake. Wanyanche smiled with satisfaction, his eagle eyes turned red, and the mist was forbearing. He placed a kiss on her forehead. That was enough.
She said that every time she was in danger, it was Su Sha Jue who appeared, not him.
This time, no matter what moment, he will appear when she needs her most.
He didn't tell her about his decision to leave Beijing, but suddenly felt it was unnecessary and just wanted to hold her quietly like this.
He reached out and stroked her hair, his eyes were far away, and his heart was full of sadness. How many times he couldn't help but assume: Yan'er, if the child is still here, how nice it would be!
In an unnoticeable corner of the Nine Curtains, a bright yellow figure stood here, with jealous eyes burning with jealousy. He looked at the quietly embracing beauty, snorted coldly and walked away, wherever the noble figure went.
, all things surrender!
Prince Su's Mansion
On the wooden wheelchair, the young man took the letter from Li Yubai, his movements were hurried and his eyes were urgent.
Li Yubai stood aside with his sword in hand. Hearing Steward Su say that this was her letter, he couldn't help but curiously asked: "Young Master, if Miss Jun doesn't go back home, why are you staying in the palace?"
However, Su Xuanhan suddenly turned pale after reading the letter, his starry eyes turned sharply, his fists were clenched, and his childish face was full of evil spirits.
In front of the window lattice, the silver-haired man stood alone, with distant eyes and a snow-like figure that did not disturb the world. Sensing the murderous aura of the young man, he slowly turned around and approached leisurely.
Before Li Yubai could say anything, he had already picked up the letter in Su Xuanhan's hand, and without even looking at it, he took out the paper and burned it: "The time has come, it's time for Han'er to perform the acupuncture." The dignity in his cold voice could not be concealed.
"But -" Su Xuanhan gritted his teeth, his starry eyes filled with anger.
"Be obedient!" the silver-haired man said lazily. He put his hands on the back of the wheelchair and pushed him out of the study. His elegant figure did not disturb any dust!
Half an hour later, Duan Mu, Su Cang, and Su Yan returned home from Duanbi Mountain, holding a half-blooded broken arrow in their hands. When Su Xuanhan opened the broken arrow, the setting sun reflected on the sharp arrow.
Above, there was a cold light, reflecting the word 'Su'.
The silver-haired man's amber eyes were cold and gleaming with an unpredictable sparkle.
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four days later
The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and the palace is full of lanterns.
Qingyun Pavilion, midnight!
The autumn wind is bleak, I sing to the tea, how much does it cost to invite the bright moon? No one is accompanying me!
In the pavilion, on the tea table with exquisite narrow windows, Jun Ziyan sat quietly and calmly, drinking tea in a leisurely and comfortable manner. He was concentrating on making tea and drinking it without appearing anxious.
Every movement was done with ease, as the water flowed away, her face was calm, her lips were smiling, and her eyes were looking at the green tea, deep in thought.
The clear black hair is blown against the cheeks by the late night autumn wind, and the eyebrows are smooth, proud and elegant.
For four days, in addition to recuperating her injuries, she made tea every day. She could not leave the Qingyun Pavilion and lived a pampered life all day long.
But Su Gu Leng has not shown up since that day.
After a few days of calm, Jun Ziyan felt some subtle changes tonight.
The faint fragrance of tea overflows and floats freely, the cold moonlight slants on the celadon cup, and the round body of the cup glows with a faint luster.
"The Emperor has arrived!" Eunuch An's high-pitched voice suddenly broke the silence.
Su Gu Leng was wearing a silver-white silver robe, and he came humbly all the way. He was handsome and majestic.
Behind him, Mr. An was holding a serving plate with a white jade pot on it, and the faint aroma of wine continued to overflow.
Jun Ziyan squeezed the cup tightly, his clear eyes narrowed, and a sharp light burst out.
I haven't shown up for four days, but now that the night is getting darker, he shows up. I can't help but find it funny.
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