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"Your Highness... Your Highness..."

A familiar call awakened Lan Zheng from his memory, he turned his head suddenly to look out the window, and before he knew it, it was already a scene of sunset.

Yunxi knelt beside the screen in the inner hall, looking at his tightly clenched hands with eyes full of unease, the nails were embedded in the palms, and a few traces of blood could be seen faintly.

"What's the matter?"

After sitting so dry for an afternoon, my whole body became a little stiff.Lan Zheng stood up, moved his shoulders a few times, and then looked at Yunxi faintly with sideways eyes.

"My lord, a fast horse brought fresh lotus flowers and lotus roots from the south just now, and this servant asked the dining room to make your favorite gold silk lotus stamen cake. Would you like to bring it up for a taste?"

"No need, just put it in a food box for me, I will enter the palace tonight." Lan Zheng took off his brocade robe, and walked slowly towards the apse wearing only a middle coat.

Before entering the palace, it is Lanzheng's habit to bathe in the hot spring in the backyard for many years. Yunxi blessed him respectfully, and stepped back to prepare a change of clothes for him.

After leaving the gate of the palace, there is a small hidden courtyard surrounded by green bamboos. Although it is winter, the long and narrow bamboo leaves are still somewhat green.The snow from the previous days has not melted away, the ground is completely white, and even the leaves are covered with a little bit of frost, which is extraordinarily pure and beautiful.

In the middle of the courtyard is a hot spring brought in from outside the city. The originally hot spring water reached the mansion, but it turned into a suitable temperature.The heat from the transpiration diffused from the water surface, and the ice and snow around the edge of the pool made of jade melted, revealing the ground paved with five-colored pebbles.

Lan Zheng slowly sank into the water, and the warm touch suddenly spread softly all over his body.He put his arms on the edge of the pool, raised his head slightly, and sighed inadvertently, and the black memories hidden in his heart for many years gradually dissipated.

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The night was getting darker, but the lights in Longxiao Hall were brightly lit. Lan Xuan simply ate some dinner, then leaned on the soft couch with dragon patterns and looked at the tea in front of him.

Today in the main hall, Lan Jing has publicly declared war with Lan Zheng, but Lan Zheng has monopolized power in the court for so many years, and his strength has already been deeply rooted. How can it be as simple as getting rid of Li Shouhong and Zhennan King?

Moving back to Zhao Jianyong, let's not talk about whether he can take advantage of Mingtang's public trial, but this person is too scheming, and may not really be able to be used by Lanjing.

But the more I think about it, the more uneasy I become...

Just as he was frowning and thinking, Lan Zheng walked slowly into the palace door as he expected, and the black soft-soled brocade boots stepped on the soft carpet, hardly audible any movement.

But he still caught the familiar smell in the warm air, the unique smell that enveloped him when he was forced to violate and domineering possession again and again.

"Uncle... you are here."

Lan Xuan slowly put down the teacup, her long and narrow phoenix eyes drooped slightly, and her slender eyelashes cast a beautiful shadow under the bright candlelight.

Lan Zheng didn't speak, but put the food box in his hand on the table in front of him, looked down at the handsome face that made him miss him, and gave a cold "um".

"I disobeyed you again in the court today, I know...you will definitely come tonight." Lan Xuan whispered lightly, her voice was so clear that it made people's heart beat, "I'm waiting for you..."

Lan Zheng was slightly startled at first, and looked at him with a little astonishment, but he didn't see anything he wanted in those amber eyes.

Yes, it was just shocking to him... the desolation, the desolation full of despair.

"Uncle Emperor..." Lan Xuan raised his head, stared into Lan Zheng's eyes, but slowly covered his clothes with his fingertips, unbuttoned the bright yellow skirt ambiguously, and let the night robe hang down on the ground, revealing a large piece of white hair Chest, "Please promise me, no matter what the outcome of this disaster relief case is, don't hurt Lanjing..."

"Even if he... is stabbing my flesh and blood with a knife, you still want me to let him go?" Lan Zheng held his wrist tightly to prevent him from moving any further. , a touch of sadness flashed in his eyes...