The wind passed without a trace and the sunshine was beautiful.
The air here is very low, and there is a sense of depression everywhere.
The emperor stared at the woman in green in front of him and said nothing, or maybe he didn't know what to say at all.
He knew that after he had done that to her and hurt her so many times, it would be superfluous to say anything at this moment.
The breeze blew by, seeming to break the silence here.
The leader in black stood in the distance, raised his eyes to look at the emperor, and then looked at the two figures in the distance, not daring to make a sound.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the emperor came today because of the woman in green.
Everyone in the imperial palace knew that the woman in green was their imperial concubine.
But why are she and the emperor so alien to each other?
The leader in black was puzzled, and the group of guards behind him were also puzzled, but they only dared to keep their doubts in their hearts and did not dare to express them.
Mu Ziyi raised her eyes and looked forward, her vision was still dark, she just said in a calm tone: "When I first entered the Northern Wilderness, it was you who saved me. When I was alone, it was you who explained to me
Beihuang. When I am in danger, you protect me and you treat me well."
After her voice fell, the woman looked back calmly: "What I said always counts. But, Qingsheng, we will no longer be friends from now on."
Her voice was very calm and her eyes were calm and unruffled, as if she was just talking to a stranger.
The woman's words are like a ray of breeze blowing into the man's heart, lightly and without leaving any trace.
The emperor's dark eyes hidden under the mask trembled slightly, his fists could not help but clenched slightly, and a frightening cold air emanated from his whole body.
She recognized him...
In other words, she recognized the little black cat on the day he died.
She recognized him, and there was a hint of happiness in his heart, which meant that she understood him very well.
But, the next second, his heart suddenly fell to the bottom.
She said, Qingsheng, we will no longer be friends from now on.
That indifferent tone, that calm look, so calm that he couldn't even see any unnecessary emotions on her face.
The more prosaic it is, the more disturbing it is.
Qing Sheng slowly took off the black mask on his face, revealing his elegant face, but his eyes lost their former indifference, and their dark eyes were deep: "You are blaming me for not seeing death that day.
save?"
What he was referring to was the little black cat.
Mu Ziyi stood there, her body not moving at all. She just opened her thin lips slightly and said softly: "No, I don't blame you."
"You don't blame me?"
"I don't blame Yucan, and I don't blame you." She only blamed herself for not being able to protect Xiao Hei.
She never likes to blame anyone, even if this thing happened to her these days, sad, sad... she doesn't blame anyone.
Qingsheng pursed her thin lips tightly: "You should blame me."
The less strange she was, the more uneasy he felt.
It's like a person who has interacted with you suddenly cuts off all contact with you. She doesn't even have the most basic emotional ups and downs with you, which means that she really doesn't want to have anything to do with him anymore.
Intersected.
Thinking of this, an inexplicable panic surged in his heart.
The woman shook her head lightly, said nothing, and was very quiet.
Seeing the woman's indifferent expression, Qing Sheng felt a slight bitterness in his heart. He just wanted to get close to her and keep her.