In fact, she might have forgotten him a long time ago and fell in love with Yelu Feixiong again.
She hates Yelu Feixiong, but she also loves him.
Yeluen felt more timid when he was close to his hometown. When he stood on the palace road in front of Ziyu Palace, he stopped and could not move a step.
Now that the emperor is ill and has been plotted by a traitor, he doesn't want to think about how to relieve the emperor, but he is still thinking about these old grains and rotten sesame seeds. Isn't he too despicable?
Taking advantage of the emperor's illness to miss his woman...
His woman...
This thought flashed past, and Yeluen felt as if a sharp blade had cut through his heart quickly. The blade was too fast, so he didn't feel any pain, but slowly, the pain spread bit by bit, as if
A drop of blood dripped into the water and slowly smudged out.
Sharp pain spread throughout his body, gripping him, and his limbs began to twitch.
Things that I have deliberately not dared to touch all these years are popping up. Maybe it’s time to solve them?
He couldn't help but hold his heart, feeling that the pain seemed to be unbearable and that he would die here.
At this time, the palace door opposite opened, and an old palace man looked at him suspiciously, "Who are you?"
Yeluen then raised his head, looked at the hunched old palace man, and said softly: "I am King Beiqi, is Lady Ziyu here?"
A glimmer of light flashed in the old palace man's dim eyes, and he immediately said: "The prince has to wait a moment and let me go and ask."
This means that Rong Ziyu is here, but he wants to see her or not.
Yeluen felt that the sharp pain seemed to be taken away by the old palace man's words, and the sharp pain turned into a dull pain, dull, and every time, as if being pulled by an unedged knife.
He nodded, "Thank you."
The old palace man was a little flattered, "The prince has killed his slave."
After saying that, he immediately turned around and ran in without closing the palace door.
Yeluen stood at the door and glanced inside. He could see the tall screen wall inside the door. It was the coldest time of the year. The original flowers and plants had withered. No one had taken care of the withered stems and leaves.
Just cowering in despair, shivering in the cold wind.
For some reason, these withered branches and leaves reminded him of Yelu Feixiong in the Hall of Renzheng.
Those who were once high-spirited are now tortured by poison.
What is the lively, charming, sharp and chivalrous concubine like in the cold palace like now?
Yeluen didn't dare to think about it. He didn't know what she would do when she saw him. Will she be angry or cry?
She shouldn't shed tears, right?
Yeluen's heart was up and down, his thoughts were agitated, and he almost didn't know what the normal attitude should be when meeting her.
It seemed like a long time passed, and he felt that Rong Ziyu would never see him again, and he was about to turn around and leave, when the old palace man came out panting heavily.
"Your Majesty, please come in." The old palace man knelt down and said.
Yeluen's heart skipped a beat. He held his hand firmly and said calmly: "Okay, lead the way."
The old palace man stood up and walked in front of him, bending his body to guide him.
There is heavy frost and dew in winter. If it is cold during the day, the frost and snow will almost never melt away.
The old palace man was a little slippery when he walked under the corridor, but this was a rule. If the master walked on the corridor, the slaves had to walk below, and they were not qualified to walk side by side with the masters.
