Chapter 952: And pro-proton, don't blacken 42

Azhao thought about it and said: "If I say this, I really don't blame you."
Hua Wei looked at her.
He felt a little weird in his heart.
At this moment, he is full of immersion, and Azhao forgives his excitement and cannot think properly.
So that was not right, and he was left behind.
He heard his voice sober and calm: "Zhaoyang, can I still call you like this? Zhaoyang, you let me return, what do you want to do?"
A Zhao smiled and said: "There is nothing, just seeing the things you sent over the year, I like it very much."
"You want a response, I will give you a response."
Hua Wei’s heart fell.
He looked at Azhao and his eyes were very bright: "I'm sorry, Zhaoyang, I apologize for the past. Also, thank you."
Thank you for forgiving me.
Azhao did not speak.
The two have not seen each other for many years, but they are no strangers.
Hua Tuo proposed the next game.
Azhao was a little surprised, but he nodded and told the people to bring the board and the chess pieces.
Hua Wei glanced at it and thought of the warm jade chessboard that he had in the palace.
I don't know, now, where is it.
It’s already time for lunch.
The two used the meal and went out for a walk together.
The two did not have any intimate behavior.
They are like a pair of friends who have not seen for many years. They talk about their interesting things over the years and the atmosphere is very peaceful.
Unconsciously, I went to Meiyuan.
Hua Wei looked at the two big characters of the pen, and stopped for a while, and went in.
"Unfortunately, there is no snow now, no plum." He sighed.
Then I turned back and looked at A Zhao: "Zhaoyang, this year, the twelfth lunar month, I will come to see the snow in Meiyuan, okay?"
Azhao moved his mouth and wanted to say something.
But she finally just nodded her head: "Okay."
Hua Wei is satisfied.
He only spent one day at the Suzaku Palace.
When I left, my mouth was still smiling, and on the way back, in the carriage that was not very comfortable, I also had a good night's sleep.
It is just in the early autumn, but it is only a few months away from the winter.
......
In the Suzaku Palace.
Shengjun is chatting with Azhao.
"Is the emperor of the big summer left?"
Azhao looked at him strangely: "Do you know who he is?"
Sheng Jun shook his head and said: "I guess."
"But I should be right, right?" he asked sideways.
Azhao nodded lightly: "Not bad."
The Holy King did not speak.
After a while, he sighed: "Your Majesty, you are really cruel."
Azhao faintly asked: "Is it?"
"Yes." Liu Yuyuan was beheaded. "You might as well not see him."
Azhao is undecided: "But, if he doesn't see him, does he not know that I forgive him?"
Saint Jun silently said, "But your Majesty, do you really forgive him?"
Azhao said seriously: "Of course, how can I meet him?"
The Holy King did not speak.
He looked at the candle at the table and said softly: "The person who stayed is too bitter."
......
Since the beginning of the summer, Hua Tuo began to count the days and so on.
Waiting for the arrival of winter.
Even because of the hope, his insomnia that has not healed for several years is also better.
Most of the time, I can safely sleep well.
From September to October, to November, it is almost December.
He waited for the news that Suzaku was a serious illness.

update completed.
Peace of mind preparing for pickpockets.
Big baby, good night, the vote is also refreshing.