Ji Yanchen stood on the attic, looking at her leaving back with a faint look.
The hands under his sleeves squeezed hard. She must have been extremely uncomfortable tonight, but she was still holding on to plan everything.
This person is really suffering.
It was so painful that he couldn't bear it.
……
In the Zhaode Hall, the sound of the piano played, and the sound lingered around the beams for three days. The wind was warm, and it seemed to be lingering, as if the grass was lingering, and the jagged green shadows intermingled, adding more and more color to the river.
Gu Tingfang sat on the main seat and plucked the strings with her fingers.
At this moment, a voice suddenly came over.
"When I sit back and feel lonely, my heart is contented with myself. I strum the strings of the piano and the sky is wide open. I touch the head of the piano with my hand and the atmosphere of a romantic man is overflowing."
"When I first come to this place, I feel like I am outside the palace. Memories always come back to me, and my face is full of charming emotions. There is always a sense of elegance."
"Everything in the world is hard to find, and no one has ever died since ancient times. However, a beautiful courtyard is like a stove in winter. It can warm people's mood, dissipate complicated thoughts, and make people feel relaxed and happy."
Gu Tingfang raised his eyes and looked at Yin Luzhu who walked in slowly. He raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "This is the first time I have seen Yin Shizi talking like this."
Walking forward, Yin Luzhu showed a slight smile on his face.
"Your Majesty, everyone wants to forget the world, immerse themselves in this Jielu, and listen to the songs of Qiushui'an that echo endlessly.
Gu Tingfang stood up and strode down.
He came to Yin Luzhu and stopped. There were emotions in his narrow eyes that Yin Luzhu could not understand.
For a moment, no one spoke, just staring at each other.
After a while, Gu Tingfang said: "Yin Luzhu, the deceased is gone, you..."
Before Gu Tingfang finished speaking, Yin Luzhu gently hugged his waist and rested her head gently on his chest.
Gu Tingfang subconsciously wanted to push the person away, but when she raised her hand, it froze and she couldn't push him out.
He clearly felt a dampness coming from his body, and her uncontrollable crying was coming faintly.
She seemed to be trying her best to hold back, but her shaking shoulders and occasional twitching still made it obvious that he was crying.
Gu Tingfang looked at her blankly.
How long has it been?
How long has it been since I saw such a fragile look on this person?
Gu Tingfang's eyes were filled with confusion. After a long time, he still gently hugged Yin Luzhu.
"Yin Luzhu, the dead are gone, but the living will continue, you..."
"Your Majesty."
Yin Luzhu withdrew from Gu Tingfang's arms. She raised her eyes to look at him, her eyes scarlet red with a little mist.
The long eyelashes seemed to be covered with crystal dewdrops, and the cheeks were slightly blushing.
Gu Tingfang looked away in embarrassment.
"Yin Luzhu, Gu..."
As soon as the words came to her lips, Gu Tingfang was suddenly speechless.
I don't know why, but he, who has always valued interests, rights, and the world, was unable to speak out the countless things he had thought about when facing Yin Luzhu tonight.
Yin Luzhu didn't ask any more questions, but took a step back, and suddenly knelt down under Gu Tingfang's puzzled gaze.
"Your Majesty, give me the decree."
"What?"
"I beg your Majesty to issue an order, and let me go to the fiefdom of Liangzhou and stay away from the capital of Yin. Without an edict, I will not be able to return."
A flash of surprise suddenly flashed in Gu Tingfang's eyes.
He looked at Yin Luzhu in shock, "You..."
Does he know?
Knowing that he wanted to send him to Liangzhou, he didn't even ask for mercy!