He unfolded it carefully, and then, Juan's elegant and free handwriting came into view.
A name slowly reflected in his eyes.
It was like a knife or a fire, deeply carved into the pupils, and then burned.
In an instant, Chong Xi felt waves of uncontrollable heartache spreading from the deepest part of her heart.
He suddenly turned his hands into fists and covered up the name.
However, if you have already seen it, how can you deceive yourself and forget it?
Is that the wish she made under the marriage tree?
It turned out that the person she wanted to spend her whole life with had changed. It was no longer him, and she no longer kept asking him why he didn't like her.
How could this be possible? She had clearly promised that she would live forever and would never forget her even if she was reincarnated ten thousand times.
His vision gradually became blurred.
He lowered his head, opened his trembling palms again, and vaguely saw the name on the red ribbon again.
The two words she wrote.
Ji Yue.
Scattered in the wind are not only the infatuated thoughts of thousands of mortals, but also his endless nine thousand years of waiting.
After hearing no sound for a long time, Mr. Hongxian put down the wine jar and stood up, looking in the direction of Chongxi.
There was only a slender shadow cut by the moonlight, projected alone on the bluestone floor.
"Isn't the Emperor leaving yet?" Lord Hongxian asked lukewarmly.
This Marriage Palace is not his Yuyun Palace. It only serves him day and night!
After a while, no response was heard from Chong Xi.
Mr. Hongxian was a little strange. Driven by curiosity, he still let her walk over half drunk and half awake. After passing through the rows of wooden shelves, she saw Chong Xi holding a red ribbon in trance from a distance.
Maybe it's because I haven't seen him for so many years, but Mr. Hongxian actually feels that he is a bit strange.
In my impression, Chongxi was of peerless elegance, arrogance and aloofness. Even if he was not an emperor at that time, he still had a noble temperament that was unmatched.
Never have I seen him so depressed.
However, Lord Hongxian's heart has also become cold and heartless because of nine thousand years of imprisonment.
"Won't the Emperor return to Cunyun Palace? There is no place in Marriage Palace to receive the Emperor." Hongxian said coldly.
Chong Xi slowly raised her head and asked, "Can you give me some wine?"
Hongxian raised her eyes and looked at him coldly.
"I'm afraid the wine from the Marriage Palace will not be able to enter the noble mouth of the emperor." She said with a hint of sarcasm.
I heard that the Flower Goddess Wu Fangfei brewed the best wine for him every day, but the wine she had here was just vulgar.
"Hongxian, is there no friendship between you and me even over a sip of wine?" Chong Xi said softly, slowly putting away her palms and holding the red ribbon in her palms.
"Love?" Lord Hongxian sneered, "If the emperor wants to drink, if it is an order, Hongxian should present it to the emperor. If it is about love, huh, Hongxian can't afford it."
Chong Xi did not continue talking, took the red ribbon and prepared to leave.
Hongxian watched him turn around. Nine thousand years of depression and depression suddenly surged into her heart. She couldn't help but say: "Double Eve!"
Who else in the Nine Heavens today dares to call him by his name like this?
Chong Xi's steps paused slightly, and the night wind ruthlessly blew his clothes.
"Why?" Hongxian drank some wine and became bolder. Perhaps she has always been so unscrupulous, "She loves you so much! How could you do this?"
In the wind, there seemed to be some whimpering sound coming from far away.
