Chapter 17: Take him to death

The man was wearing a dark blue embroidered dark robes, and he was so heavy that he was stunned. Just seeing his eyes, he still felt a bit bloody.
"Your Majesty." A white face behind him, the man who apparently appeared to be an screamed.
The man’s sight on the ground instantly condensed, and the cold and strong momentum on his body was like a sword. The pressure could not be suppressed. He bent down and picked up a small piece of cloth on the ground.
"Ford, look up, only Lu Guizhen can have entered this woods." The man's voice is low, but it seems to be mixed with a trace of cold, so cold that people dare not look up at him.
"Yes, the emperor." Ford whispered, leaving his head and leaving the grove.
This person standing next to the dry well is not someone else. It is the ink-filled Zhan Zhan who came to see the flowers in the garden today. He remembered what happened at the flower-viewing party that year, and revisited the old land, but I don’t know why. .
Ming Xiaoming has already found the original little girl is Lu Shuanger, he loves her, but always feels a little less, the two seem to not like to talk about the day, or even forget the secret between the two.
She said that she was young at the time, so she couldn't remember it.
Perhaps it is really impossible to remember, she should be nine years old at the time.
Ink Murray's eyebrows were screwed up. Although he couldn't see the appearance of the little girl at the time, he thought she was at most six or seven years old. How could she be nine years old?
I don't know what to think of, Murong Chong jumped into the dry well here. This dry well was blinded at the time, but now it is no longer a problem for him.
In the dry well, there is a wooden box that has been broken into two halves. There are still a few broken steps in it. The ink and the sorrow are slightly sinking, and the rags are smashed.
The fabric is Yunjin. It is not like the color in recent years. He put the rag in his hand together and introduced it into a font that makes him look abrupt.
tender!
"My little name is 夭夭."
When the little girl's sweet and soft voice rang in his ear, he looked down at the word on the cloth. Is this what she left behind? Why is it torn into pieces?
There was no smudge on the cloth, it should have been just thrown away.
Murong Chong immediately came up from the dry well and walked out of the woods. Who is it? Who has just arrived?
He walked outside the woods, but he didn't see a figure. He tightened his fist and slowly raised a doubt in his heart.
If he didn't see the word, he almost forgot, and the little girl had a nickname.
Lu Shuanger never said that she has a nickname.
"The emperor, the minion only asked carefully, the noble lady has been watching flowers there, never came here." Ford has come back, seeing the face of the ink-smelling sorrow, he took a heart away. come.
Murong Zhan confessed to the cold, "Go and check, whoever came to the grove."
Ford was busy, but his heart was secretly suffering. How did the emperor have such a soft spot for this grove? When the emperor was the king of Qin, he also came here from time to time, as if he had to wait for someone.
What impressed Ford most was that when Qin Wang was married, he left the newly married little wife and sat alone in the woods for a whole night.
Murong Zhan turned back and smashed the wooden box in the dry well, and carefully searched it again. No more pieces were found. Then he calmly left and put the cloth in his hand in the broken box. Let the dark guards find out which year the cloth was broken.
"Go, go to see flowers." The ink-filled look has been restored as usual, but the ice at the bottom of the eye seems to be a little colder.
Ford, who has been with him for many years, sighs in his heart. The emperor seems to have never really laughed when he was young. When he met the noble lady, he could still see tenderness on his face, but it seems that these two days are back. It’s been before.
However, at least the noble lady is already special for the emperor. Unlike the former Qin Wangxi, who thought of Qin Wangxi, Ford had to sigh again, and the emperor and Ye Family’s seas were enmity. At that time, they were willing to marry Ye Jia. The daughter can see how deep the emperor's mind is.
Just in the sound of various memories of Ford, Murong Chong has come to the chrysanthemum forest, and Lu Guifei, surrounded by people, saw the tall and straight figure, and his face opened with a gorgeous and unparalleled smile.
"The emperor, how come you?" She greeted her and bowed her knees.
In the eyes of Murong Chong, he glanced at the son-in-law and looked down at Lu Shuanger. "I have never been to a hundred gardens for a long time, and I want to come here to see flowers."
Lu Shuanger smiled and said, "I thought the emperor was there with a few adults."
Today, in addition to the family sons in Kyoto, there are also men's gatherings on the other side. In addition to enjoying flowers, they will go hunting in the nearby hills.
"He walked with you." Murong Zhan whispered, showing a special favor for Lu Shuanger.
The young woman present was not envious.
This scene fell in the eyes of other people in the bamboo shed. The Liuhua County owner almost didn't have a red eye. She couldn't sit still anymore. She immediately got up and walked over and wanted to perform better in front of Murong Cham.
Ye Hao naturally sees that Murong is also abundance. Although she is a little far away, she can still see his appearance. Her soul is around him for two years. His appearance is already deep in her mind.
He and the boy are not much different, but the momentum is more calm and convergent, the narrow and long, the scorpion is cold and sharp, the thin and frivolous lips still have no smile, the angular outline is handsome and suffocating. The slender tall but not rough figure, he is like a sword placed in the scabbard, and the independence of the world exudes the momentum of the world.
"I saw that Lu Guizhen was so favored, is it envious?" Suddenly someone sneered and spoke.
Ye Hao was shocked. When he looked back, he knew that it was Mr. Shan. Ye Hao’s mouth opened a smile, and his eyes looked at the tall figure who was walking with a negative hand.
What is enviable?

Mr. Shan raised his eyebrows and looked at Ye Hao. "No young woman in the world wants to get such honor. Don't you want to?"
Think, but if she wants to honor her luxury, she will not marry Qin Wang at the beginning. Qin Wang is the most unloved son of the first king. He even heard that he is not the first king of his own son. At that time, there were many people opposed by Ye, she insisted on her own way. I have to be willing to kill myself.
Nowadays, she once loved him so much, and now she hates him more.
"Sir, I want to get the honor, I want to get it myself, not a man." Ye Hao knows Mr. Shan, knowing what to say can make her happy.
In her life, there is only one purpose to live.
As for Murong Cham, let him die.
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There are no wild fruits in the dry well, but... Dear, I have used her method to save the ink, and don’t ask me how I saved it. Oh, sometimes the encounter between men and women is such a finger. ......