Murong Jing lay down, glanced at Chuxue on the side, and habitually lifted Chuxue's hair with her long five fingers. She played with her fingers for a while. Since she was a child, Chuxue has loved to wear her hair freely like a waterfall. "Chuxue, the emperor has a question to ask."
"What?" Chu Xue asked softly.
"You..." How should you speak? Murong Jing took his words back to his mouth, but the meaning of the question was completely different: "Why do you like to loose hair?" He wanted to ask: Do you like it if you like it? I got into Chen Su'er. I felt that it was a bit inappropriate when I said this.
"Make your hair feel relieved occasionally, always restraining their freedom, it will deform and not straight..." When Chu Xue said this, her divine appearance and her voice were also faint, and she seemed to have something with her careful listening. Inside.
Murong Jing's movements were stiff, and his expression was also stagnant.[
After a while, he slowly let the black hair fall into his fingers...
"Chuxue, do you... want to leave the palace and live?"
Chu Xue smiled and there was a smart emperor brother who could say less, "You said... When I was crowned, I asked me to leave the palace. So I was not in a hurry, I just wanted to go out of the palace occasionally, my mother... Last time I've been in my palace token."
A man was twenty years old when he was crowned, also known as the "weak crown".
Chuxue is now on the 17th day, and there are still three years left.
"My mother is worried about you. The outside world is very complicated..."
"The palace is a microcosm."
"..." Murong Jing fell silent.
Chuxue said this sentence is not wrong, but now he can protect him. What about going outside? The far water cannot save the near fire.
Chuxue chuckled, "Brother, don't worry too much about me. I've been out of the palace many times, and the people outside are not as bad as you and the queen said. Haha, on the contrary, there are many kind and lovely people. Could it be that Do I want you to protect you all my life?"
Murong Jing is in a complicated mood.
There were too many hidden in my eyes, and my deep eyes didn't dare to look directly at Chuxue.
Chu Xue Xianbai's hand gently held Murong Jing's big hand, and also lay gently beside him, standing shoulder to shoulder, and asked warmly: "Brother, how long has it been since we brothers held hands like this? Now?"