Chapter 49 Past Entanglement

Jing Feng has been standing there, without retention or words. Like Linglong, he looked at Jing Li away silently until Jing Li's figure disappeared at the corner of Qingshi Road. Linglong sighed and said, "The emperor has always been like this. He is haunted by nightmares at night. When he wakes up, he doesn't say a word. It must be that time. I was scared like this by the guests on the mountain. I don't know when it will get better. I'm really worried about death.

"Does the emperor often do this?"

"Yes, it will be like this for at least one day in three days. The emperor is afraid of sleeping at night, because he is also afraid of nightmares! During this period in the East Palace, she always sleeps and gets up, which also makes the owner of the palace very uncomprehend. It's just the emperor's suffering, how much can you understand?

Linglong muttered in a low voice, turned around and chased in the direction of Jing Li, leaving Jing Feng alone in the room. He slowly sat ** and stroked the quilt that Jing Li had just slept in. There was still the heat on Jing Li's body, but Yiren was no longer there.

"Your Majesty, you are back!" As soon as he returned to the palace, Yin Zhaoyu greeted him from afar. His face was anxious. Jing Li's thoughts could not be adjusted all of a sudden. He couldn't help but say in a stiff voice, "What's wrong, Queen?"

"How's Jing Feng? The minister heard that he was seriously ill and was picked up by the third prince. Is he awake now? Is there anything wrong?"

"Ha ha!" Jing Li sneered twice. Maybe the dream just now affected her mood. She raised her eyes with coldness in her eyes, but she said with a smile, "Queen, it seems that no matter what happens in the palace, you can't escape your eyes."

"Your Majesty... I..." Listening to her words, Yin Zhaoyu was shocked that he seemed to know too much, and he didn't want to know, but his mother arranged too many eyeliners for him when she left. It was difficult for him to know, and what he knew could not hide it from Jing Li. The emperor must have misunderstood him.

"I'm tired. If the queen has nothing else to do, I want to go back to the palace to sleep." After yawning and covering the coldness in his heart, Yin Zhaoyu stopped talking about Jing Feng and whispered, "The playboy insists on leaving, your Majesty... Do you want to let him go?"

"Didn't you say that he didn't belong to this palace in the first place, and it might be more suitable for him to leave? If you don't want him to be a prostitute for a lifetime, just give him some silver. I'm really tired. If there's anything else, come to Taihe Hall later!"

"Yes!" Seeing that Jing Li was very strong, Yin Zhaoyu didn't dare to say anything more and saw Jing Li leave.

"Your Majesty, are you going to sleep?" Jing Li's two dark circles of eyes made Linglong can't bear to look at it. However, Jing Li was not sleepy. She rubbed her temples tiredly and whispered, "Go get some wine and vegetables. I'm very stuffy and want to go to the Royal Garden to breathe."

Jing Li also knew that she was very haggard, so when she returned to the room, she dressed herself up. She combed all her hair into a bun, and then coiled it on the top of her head, which would look more energetic. She didn't wear a crown. She didn't like the heavy crown, but just inserted a white jade hairpin between her hair. With a pure red plum, Jing Li walked lazily among the red flowers and green leaves, so noble and indifferent that the slaves and slaves on the Bluestone Palace Road frequently looked back.

When she came to the royal garden, the wine and dishes were ready. She sat in the pavilion, reached out and poured a glass of wine for herself. She drank it all. She felt the spicy taste from her throat to her heart, suppressed her inner pain and helplessness, and was a little better.

The breeze stroked, and the flowers swayed and danced in the wind. Looking at Jing Li's eyes, she stood up, reached out to take a pot of wine, strolled among the flowers, and rotated and danced.

When Hua Feiliu stepped into the royal garden, he saw such a scenery. He came to resign. The palace master treated him very well, and in the heart of the palace owner, the emperor had always been in love with him, Hua Feiliu. He couldn't explain and had to say a word.

Fortunately, the little emperor is not a difficult person. He is used to being free in the world and trapped in this palace. Although he is rich, it is not the life he wants to live. But at this moment, he felt that he had come wrong. The person dancing in the flowers in front of him tightly clasped his heart, and it was not an exaggeration to describe it as a flower.

He came side by side with Yin Zhaoyu, but at this moment, both of them were dumbfounded on the spot. They could no longer look away. The person who danced with the flowers had a cold face with confusion and sadness.

"Is she Her Majesty?" Hua Feiliu looked at her obsessively. The night was too dark and the night was too chaotic. He didn't take a good look at the little emperor. Although she was very beautiful in the queen's painting, which painting was not exaggerated? He looked at many paintings that he couldn't recognize at all, and he had already lost confidence in painting.

If he had known that she was so beautiful and delicate, how could he leave? What's more... she is an emperor! An emperor who can change his fate! Hua Feiliu's heart fluctuated, and his mind had turned a thousand times in an instant.

"Come on..." Yin Zhaoyu reached out and held him, walked to Linglong, greeted him with a smile, and then smiled, "Linglong, what is the emperor doing? The playboy is leaving the palace. I want them to say goodbye.

"If you go back to the palace owner, it's not good!" Looking at Jing Li, who was still trapped in his own emotions with some worry, Linglong was very embarrassed. Yin Zhaoyu also found this. He turned his head, and the smile on his face slowly faded away and said puzzled, "What's the matter, emperor?"

"When returning to the Lord of the palace, the emperor is often like this. Sometimes he is in an inexplicably bad mood, and sometimes he suddenly seems to be recalling something. Many times, I feel that in the emperor's heart, I suffer a lot of pain and sorrows. Unfortunately, I can't figure it out, so I can only secretly feel sad, alas..."

"How could this be?" Yin Zhaoyu was stunned, and his heart suddenly hurt.

Hua Feiliu looked at the two and suddenly smiled softly and said, "Miss Linglong, the emperor's heartache is that she has time to think of heartache. Young people have some things that touch the scene. I don't know if they can let the grass people dance a song and change back to the emperor's thoughts, which may make the emperor happy?"

"Can you... really do it?"

"Exquisite!" Yin Zhaoyu looked at Hua Feiliu and smiled faintly and said, "I believe that he can. The emperor loves him in his heart, and he is also the most beautiful man in the capital. His dance, his piano, his songs, no one is infatuated, just let him try it!"

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