More than ten days later, Marquis Youzhou looked at the command order presented to him with a very tangled expression on his face.
He stared silently at the words written on the desk, and after a while he sighed heavily, "Could it be that the Prime Minister was also coerced by Yin Luzhu?"
After a second thought, he rejected the idea.
Thinking about it, there must be some secret between Your Majesty and Yin Luzhu that outsiders don’t know.
Just...
Ning Zangfeng felt sad when he thought that he would have a neighbor like Yin Luzhu in the future.
The fortune teller said before that he would have a big disaster when he was fifty years old. At that time, he still scoffed, but now, he firmly believes it.
The appearance of Yin Luzhu was a great disaster in his life.
……
When Gu Tingfang woke up, it was already midnight, and the Yilan Hall was lit by faint candlelight.
He sat on the soft couch and looked towards the direction of the bedroom, where Yin Luzhu's shallow breathing was coming.
After hesitating for a moment, Gu Tingfang walked in slowly.,
The clear light of the moon shone in through the wide open window, shining on the bed, making her face as white as jade.
Even when she was sleeping, her brows were furrowed tightly, as if she was experiencing something bad in her dream.
Gu Tingfang frowned slightly.
He slowly came to the bed and sat down, and his slender white fingertips gently touched her forehead. There was a thin layer of sweat on it, but it was cool.
Gu Tingfang retracted her hand, pulled up the quilt, and murmured in a low voice: "Yin Luzhu, what is it that appears in your dream?"
Gu Tingfang sighed inaudibly, stood up and left.
However, as soon as he moved, the sleeve was grabbed by a force.
He paused and turned around to look.
However, he saw Yin Luzhu stretching out a hand to grab his sleeve, his brows furrowed even more tightly, but he had no intention of waking up.
Gu Tingfang lowered her eyes and saw that she seemed to be grabbing her sleeves with great force, causing her clothes to become wrinkled.
He tried to pull his clothes out, but found that he couldn't pull them out.
Yin Luzhu murmured in his sleep.
The voice was filled with tears and a touch of sadness, and she said: "Your Majesty..."
Gu Tingfang raised her eyebrows slightly, and her charming face showed traces of joy./
It turns out that in this man’s dream, he was actually dreaming about himself?
Gu Tingfang sat down on the bed. He lowered his eyes and looked at Yin Luzhu, and his voice could not help but be tainted with a bit of lightness.
"Yin Luzhu, did you dream of being alone?"
Yin Luzhu didn't seem to hear his words, but her hands tightened on his sleeves, and her voice was filled with unspeakable sorrow.,
She said, "Your Majesty...why do you want to slaughter my whole family?"
Gu Tingfang's pupils shrank in shock. He looked at Yin Luzhu on the bed in shock, the expression on his face solidifying little by little.
Everything was incredible in his eyes.
Yin Luzhu, did she misunderstand something?
King Chu Xiang was not killed by him!
Over the years, although he was afraid of the vassal king, he still respected the Yin Jing Dynasty. Without the Yin Jing Dynasty, there would be no great Yin country today, and there would be no Gu Tingfang today.
Therefore, even though he had a large number of troops, he never thought of actually killing him.
Did Yin Luzhu think he was responsible for his death?
At this moment, Gu Tingfang seemed to suddenly understand that she was going to Liangzhou at all costs and was rebellious.