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For some reason, Lan Jing felt that today's moonlight was a bit desolately beautiful, and the remaining stars were dim, only the full moon like an ice wheel hung in the bottomless night, quietly shedding a cool light like a silver veil.

Another sleepless night.

Lan Jing leaned in front of the window, silently looking up at the night sky through the open carved wooden window. The cold wind of late autumn came from the courtyard, hitting her face, but it seemed to cool her heart.

Everyone knows that even though Lan Zheng, the regent of the current dynasty, is an uncle of the emperor, he is now in his prime. Back then, the late emperor died young. But he has always held the government and refused to let go.Even every imperial decree and every imperial pen can only be promulgated or sent out with his approval. The so-called current emperor is just a puppet played by him in the palm of his hand.

In the middle of the day.

Everyone is describing Lan Zheng's current power in this way, but Lan Jing feels in her heart that "like the moon in the sky" is more appropriate.No matter how bright the sun is, when you look up, there are still floating clouds, birds, and intoxicating blue in the sky.However, when the full moon hangs alone, the stars will all become dim, appearing and hiding in the boundless darkness from time to time, just like his state of mind at this time, as if looking across thousands of miles, he will never see a ray of light... …

Lan Jing sighed slightly, but her thoughts returned to the conversation in the early morning.

Li Xuan...should be enduring the same pain right now?Under the coercion of power, he handed over everything he regarded as a treasure with his own hands, but watched it being swayed by others' contempt...

An indescribable suffocation suddenly hit his heart, making him a little breathless.He put on his outer robe, and casually picked up a thick brocade cloak from the dragon gate frame, wrapped it loosely around his body, then pushed open the hall door and walked into the hazy moonlight.

Ling Feng was originally hiding in the dark, but when he saw Lan Jing going out with a heavy heart, he didn't dare to disturb him, so he carefully held his breath, and followed behind him not too far or too close.

Originally, he was just walking casually, but unknowingly came to the garden outside the study.Lan Jing looked up at the century-old sycamore tree with deep roots and luxuriant leaves. This was the place where they had just quarreled in the morning. Now that she recalled it, the residual warmth on the man's chest seemed to be still on him and never left.

While he was meditating silently, the sound of broken porcelain suddenly broke the silence of the night.Lan Jing's heart trembled, and she moved over lightly following the sound, bypassing the rockery not far away, and at a glance saw the graceful figure sitting quietly on the vermilion lacquered wooden pillar in the corridor.

Under the clear moonlight, one of his legs was slightly bent, and the other was hanging casually outside the corridor. A celadon wine jug had already been lying down by his feet, and he was holding another one in his hand. Pour it into your mouth.

Lan Jing cautiously leaned forward a few steps, and under the bright moonlight, he could faintly see the rosy glow of drunkenness on his handsome face.

Just when he was hesitating whether to approach or not, the person opposite seemed to be aware of his existence, turned his head abruptly, and his somewhat blurred eyes froze on his face.

Time passed quietly in the silent gaze, just when Lan Jing shook her lips in embarrassment, faltering and trying to explain to him that she didn't mean to peek, but Li Xuan withdrew his gaze without saying a word, Lifting the jug, he silently poured it down his throat again.

The cold wind rolled the dead leaves and whizzed by in front of him, and the hem of his thin clothes rattled on the sides of his legs.

Seeing that he ignored him, Lan Jing walked slowly towards him along the green brick path, carefully stepping on the soft-soled brocade boots trimmed with gold silk, so lightly that there was no sound, as if she was afraid that she would hit him inadvertently. Dispersed the loneliness that rarely surfaced in his eyes.

It's like the same loneliness that I hide under my cynical appearance... the same.

A warm cloak slowly covered Li Xuan's tight back, and a gentle warmth bloomed between his already cold skin.

Li Xuan knew that he came to his side, but he didn't expect him to make such a move. He raised his eyes and glanced at Lan Jing in surprise, but didn't say anything. He lowered his head as if nothing had happened, and lightly fiddled with the The jug, the warm cyan enamel reflected a icy light under the silvery moonlight.

"Feel sorry."

Lan Jing turned around and leaned against the other side of the wooden pillar, lowering her eyes and whispering to herself, although he didn't mean it, but for some reason, she still wanted to apologize to him.

Li Xuan's fingers holding the jug froze, as if hesitating for a moment, then he raised his arms outward, and lazily handed the blue porcelain pot to Lan Jing.

Lan Jing looked at him without saying a word, and even gave him the wine without even looking at him, but she still felt flattered in her heart.He raised his hand to take it silently, put it to his mouth and took a big sip. For some reason, when the tip of his tongue licked away the residual wine hanging from his lips, he felt a bit like that man.

Just one sip, and I was faintly drunk.