"Fei Ran... I know you don't want to get involved in this matter, but considering our friendship for so many years... help me this time, can't you?" The emperor looked at Zhishan, with a trace of light in his eyes.
Begging.
Zhishan stood there, silent for a long time, and then sighed and said: "If you don't want to get involved in this matter anymore, haven't you already entered..."
"No way..." The emperor looked at him and didn't know what to say for a moment.
"Take it." Zhishan took out a yellow human skin mask from his arms, threw it on the desk in front of the emperor, and said in a calm voice: "For the treasure map of the King of Flowers, now you only need the one in the prime minister's hand.
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"No..." The emperor lowered his head, looked at the human skin mask on the desk, moved his lips, and finally called out his name.
"After you have collected all eight treasure maps, I will leave the capital." Zhishan raised his head and looked at the man above him, his eyes deep and silent, "You just need to remember what you promised me."
"..." The emperor sat on the dragon chair and looked at him blankly. After all, the two of them were getting farther and farther away.
"I'm going back first." After Zhishan said that, he turned around and walked out of the imperial study room.
The emperor looked at the open door of the royal study room. There was a person standing here just now. That person was the person he had been thinking about for more than twenty years. Since when did the distance between them become so far away?
Woolen cloth……
When we used to fight with swords and conquer the world, when we indulged in unbridled grudges and drank wine, those days are gone forever.
No, no, you know, there is an empty hole in my heart. Even the whole world may not be able to fill that hole...
The emperor sat behind the desk, staring blankly at the door, with an expression on his face that seemed to have suddenly aged a lot.
It was already evening when Zhishan returned to his house.
The old housekeeper at the door smiled kindly at him, and then said respectfully: "Eleventh Prince, the eldest lady is resting in the room."
"I'll go see her." Zhishan nodded towards the old housekeeper, then turned and walked in the direction of Luoran Pavilion.
The servants in the Kao Palace were lighting lanterns one by one. Those red lanterns set off the long corridor, emitting a warm shimmer.
Zhishan suddenly remembered that he had come back all the way and saw many lanterns lit on the street. He calculated that today seems to be the Qiqiao Festival. It is the day when men and women from Ziyun Junior High School go to the streets to look at the lanterns, guess riddles, and make wishes for blessings.
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"Luo'er..." Zhishan came to the door where the flowers had not yet fallen, and knocked lightly, but no one responded. He hesitated for a moment, then gently opened the door and walked in.
A small figure on the bed was sleeping with teeth spread out. On the fair and pink face, the red lips were slightly pouted, and the small nose opened and closed, as if he was sleeping soundly.
"Luo'er..." Zhishan looked at her with eyes that couldn't help but become gentle. He walked to the edge of the bed and called her softly again.
"Well..." Hua Weiluo turned over and continued to sleep.
"..." Zhishan smiled helplessly, leaned forward slightly, gently pinched Hua's nose with two slender white fingers, then lowered his head and kissed her red lips.
Hua Weiluo was having a sweet dream when she suddenly felt a warm touch on her lips, and then she almost suffocated.
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Good night, ahem, what about that? Junior Brother said: "Hurry up and hit Sweetheart with your recommendation vote. If you hit her to death, Chen Yiran will be yours. Stop hitting Luo'er. Even if you hit Luo'er to death, I will
You are born as Luo'er's demon, and you die as Luo'er's ghost!!"
