"Are you crazy, Murong Feng? How can you call Concubine Ye by her title? Who is responsible if the emperor blames her?" The guard on the side quickly reminded Murong Feng.
Murong Feng had a gloomy expression on his face, but Ye Qingmian was just slightly startled, and then left without looking back.
"Why are you still standing here? Hurry up and report to the emperor that you have found Concubine Ye." The guard pulled and stood there quietly, with a bitter expression, a little overwhelmed, and some resentful eyes.
"Now I can finally take a good nap," the attendant on the side was still mumbling.
Ye Qingmian returned to the Qingchen Palace along the path from the Cold Palace. Outside the Qingchen Palace, the trees were withered. Only the few bunches of flowers cultivated by his own hands were still floating gently in the cold wind, and were still shaking in the cold afternoon sunshine.
Not standing upright so listlessly
"Wan'er" Ye Qingmian called out in a low voice when he walked into the inner hall.
"Master?" Wan'er, who was looking at Ye Qingmian's clothes with some sadness, subconsciously returned. After finishing speaking, she looked around her and saw that there was no one there. "It was my illusion again." Wan'er smiled bitterly.
"Wan'er, what are you doing?" After Ye Qingmian came in, he saw Wan'er holding a light yellow dress of hers, lost in thought.
"Master? Why are you leaving? Do you know how much Wan'er misses you? How can you be so cruel? Master" Wan'er suddenly didn't realize it, but still facing a piece of clothing - pouring out her lovesickness.
Affection???
"Wan'er, I'm here, what's wrong with you?" Ye Qingmian felt angry and funny at the same time. She really didn't know what to say. She wanted to speak, but her voice was choked with tears. There were still tears in her eyes.
light
"Master" Wan'er was sure that she really heard Ye Qingmian's voice this time. It was so real and could clearly appear in her ears. She jumped up, put down her clothes, and saw Ye Qingmian's voice.
Qing Mian's slightly bright eyes
"Wan'er" Ye Qingmian smiled slightly, just a little reluctantly, but she was a little happy in her heart. I don't know why.
"Master, you are finally back, please don't leave next time, okay?" Wan'er's tears fell directly, her voice was blurry.
"Silly girl, how long have I been out? It's not even a day yet." Ye Qingmian's voice was calm and full of gratitude.
"But to me, Master, you seem to have been gone for a long time. Wan'er can't leave Master." Wan'er's delicate eyebrows were covered with a faint mist-like hesitation, and she looked a little obsessed.