The empress of fast wear is married

Chapter 585

On this day, His Highness will be in a particularly bad mood.

The fire in Fengyi Palace 16 years ago is a memory that will never be erased from His Highness's heart.

Bright and tragic.

His Highness's voice was slightly lowered, revealing an indescribable beauty and coldness, "Back off."

Long Bo sighed softly, and stepped out of the room. Before closing the door, he saw the figure of his Highness disappearing into the darkness.

It was like being swallowed by some ghost in the dark.

Long Bo's heart ached, his eye sockets became slightly hot, and a hot tear rolled down onto his hideous and ugly face that had been burned by the fire.

A man doesn't flick his tears easily, but he hasn't reached the... sad place.

Even though bloody tears flowed from his eyes, Uncle Long's hand closing the door did not stop for a moment, the inside and outside of the door were completely separated by a vermilion door panel.

He raised his sleeves, covered his face, wiped away the tears on his face, turned around, slightly startled: "Miss Chen Xiang..."

"Shh."

Fenghua's slender fingers touched her red lips.

The people inside the door, who are so sharp-eyed and sharp-eyed on weekdays, may be immersed in their own world at the moment, remembering and mourning the birth mother who died in the fire 16 years ago tonight, and did not hear the exclamation of Uncle Long .

After a while, there was a knock on the door.

In the darkness, Ying Ye, who was dressed in a cold body, slowly came to his senses.

Immediately afterwards, a hoarse voice came from the door, "Stand back, don't let anyone bother you tonight..."

Before the words fell, the door was pushed open.

Ying Ye's picturesque eyebrows were slightly frowned, and the eyes under the silver mask were raised, looking towards the open door.

It wasn't his taciturn, wood-like personal body guard, who was cold.Nor is it 16 years ago today, the loyal servant Long Bo who desperately rescued him from the fire of Fengyi Palace, so his leg was broken by the beam.

But...

his fiancee.

The girl was dressed in purple, and came in style on the moon.

Those shining pupils shrank slightly, and something flashed across.

The man's slender eyelashes trembled, his eyes stared at her every move without blinking, and Huagui's voice became inexplicably hoarse: "You are here."

The tone and wording, as if she and he lived together, it is a very normal thing to appear here at this time.

Fenghua slightly bent his lips and smiled, and replied softly: "Yes, I'm here."

As she got closer, Ying Ye realized that she was still holding a tray in her hand.

Fenghua put it on the table, looked at Ying Ye, and said with a smile: "Your Highness, would you like to taste the longevity noodles I made?"

"..." Ying Yeyanyu trembled slightly and raised it slightly, "...Longevity Noodles?"

"Yes." She said, "Today is His Highness's birthday, isn't it?"

The anniversary of Queen Yaoguang's death is also the birthday of Ghost King Yingye.

16 years ago, on the day Fengyi Palace suffered a fire, it was Empress Yaoguang who won Ye Qingsheng for the eldest son of the emperor.

The pregnant Empress Yaoguang waved away the other eunuchs and maidservants in Fengyi Palace, and made a bowl of longevity noodles for her son with her own hands.

The pampered daughter of the Shentu family's prostitute has never touched the spring water with her fingers, and the taste on that side is not good.

The eldest son of the emperor was a little disgusted.

However, that was also the last time he ate longevity noodles made by his mother.

Ying Ye picked up the chopsticks with his slender fingers like jade, and the hot air from the longevity noodles rushed towards his face.

Those long eyelashes like crow feathers were stained with moisture.

The streamer is fine and crystal clear.

"Ding! The target person wins Ye, favorability +10, strategy completion 85!"

*
[January 2019, 1, Chapter 9 has been updated, ask for a monthly pass~]

(End of this chapter)