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As Xiao Lingming spoke, tears fell unconsciously. He was not such a weak and easy-to-cry person, but his body was far more subdued than his mind.

Under the lessons given by Emperor Wu one by one, he learned early on how to deal with things in the harem.

Hot drops of water fell on the back of Sui'er's hand one by one. She is neither smart nor sensitive. She has come to this day relying on luck and Xiao Lingming's support all the way. Now facing such a big matter, she will only cry and persuade , "A saint won't."

She tried hard to think of the reason why the saint would not be able to do so in her eyes, and comforted clumsily, "Why should the saint play tricks on you, and you and the saint have been in love for so many years..."

Xiao Lingming shook his head, he closed his eyes, teardrops glistened on his thick and curly eyelashes, "Song Yu... Song Yu..."

How about Song Yu, Song Yu's actions have always been moody, and he had closed his eyes at that time, so what affection should he worry about.

Thinking up to this point, Xiao Lingming smiled self-deprecatingly, and as his eyes slightly bent, the tears that were still contained in them slipped out, "If this is really the case, what else can I do... "

"—The principle that the king wants the minister and the dead minister has to die. This truth has never changed. It is my wishful thinking." Xiao Lingming gently wiped the tears on Sui'er's face with his thumb, "The sage asked me... I should kowtow Thank you. For the past ten years or so, I have been surviving because of Song Yu's mercy, and I wished to go against his will, and even told him that I wanted to leave the palace in the future..."

Although Xiao Lingming opened his eyes, his sight was floating in mid-air and couldn't reach the real place. The makeup on his eyes caused tears to melt a little, and the red, vermilion and black eyes fainted, and even the winding tears that fell were one after another. Shocking Zhu Mo intertwined.

"Thinking about all the things during this period, it's just another lesson..."

Sui'er was also heartbroken to see him like this, she shook her hand, held up a handkerchief, and gently wiped Xiao Lingming's face, "...Young Master."

She couldn't hold it back, and the titles of old things welled up in her heart, but Xiao Lingming concealed her mouth in the next moment, "——No."

Sui'er was covered by him, obediently silenced, but the tears flowed down her cheeks as if the thread was broken.

Xiao Lingming withdrew his hands, clenched his sleeves into fists, took a deep breath, and even tried to smile when he raised his head, "It's okay, that's all. After nineteen years of stealing, there should be no more delusions."

Sui'er was so crying that she couldn't speak, her throat was pinched by the suffocating pain, she just shook her head and wept blindly.

Xiao Lingming's soft palm caressed Sui'er's drenched cheek, and his voice was extremely soft, "Sui'er, do you want to go out of the palace to have a look?"

"—Will you take a look outside the palace for me? Go and see what it's like outside."

Suier tried her best to swallow the choked sobs in her throat, and said hoarsely: "Okay, whatever you want to see, Suier will help you to see, Suier will be your eyes and your feet."

"—— Sui'er will go outside for you, outside the palace..."

Xiao Lingming's face was still stained with tears, but he smiled, seemingly very relieved, and said: "I will help Song Xianneng, if he wants to fight for the East Palace, let him fight, and I will try my best to make him remember my kindness." , if there is a day, I will ask the sage to let you leave the palace, let you go to Prince Rui's residence and be a female official."

When Sui'er heard this, she immediately shook her head, she wept, "Sui'er will not leave you, if you die for His Majesty, Sui'er will die for you."

Xiao Lingming just looked at her sadly, "It's a good thing to live, just treat it as living for me."

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Because of the will of the saint, Song Xian had to enter the palace to kowtow to Xiao Lingming as usual.

This was originally a major event, but it was reduced under Xiao Lingming's insistence and Emperor Wu's acquiescence.

Xiao Lingming originally wanted to avoid the kowtowing at the Zhaoyang Palace, but Song Xian insisted, so he no longer stopped.

Xiao Lingming changed into the neat imperial concubine's attire, and sat in the main hall of Zhaoyang Hall. Most of his figure was shrouded in heavy and luxurious curtains and the shadows under them.

Song Xian respectfully performed three prostrations and nine prostrations. After the last prostration, he got up and looked up at Xiao Lingming who was sitting on the steps.

The shadow was so deep that Song Xian could only see the crimson skirts of the people sitting upright on the steps winding down, without making out their faces at all.

But it seems that the face is not important anymore, the crimson court dress woven with gold and embroidered beads and the gold and jade jewelry that can hardly hide the brilliance in the shadows are the deity.

After receiving the ceremony, Xiao Lingming walked down step by step holding Sui'er's hand. As he slowly descended from the supreme throne, the candlelight and sunlight climbed up his clothes corners, waistband, and then his neck inch by inch. cheek.

Song Xian finally had a clear look at the imperial concubine Ming, he smiled and was in a happy mood, "From now on, you will be Xian'er's mother and concubine." He took two steps forward with his hands behind his back, "I brought you gift."

Xiao Lingming looked sleepy, and just replied casually, "I don't lack anything."

Song Xian smiled, pulled her sleeves, and led her to the inner hall. After sitting down, he took out a small wooden box from his sleeve, "It's not something expensive, Ah Wan is in the street. I saw that I liked it, so I brought one for you."

As Song Xian said, he pressed twice on the box, and inside was a lifelike wooden rabbit, with its ears bobbing up and down as it opened and closed.

Xiao Lingming took it, thinking that no wonder the daughter of Marquis Dingyuan fell in love with him back then, no boudoir daughter could bear such a good looks and wrists.

Thinking in his heart, he also played with his hand curiously because he had never seen such a mundane ingenuity, and then handed it to Sui'er, "Look at this thing, is it a coincidence?"

Sui'er took a look and really liked it, Xiao Lingming said at the right time: "When you leave the palace, can you take Sui'er out to have a look?"

Song Xian nodded in agreement, and sat beside Xiao Lingming, propping his head with one hand, looking sideways at Xiao Lingming smiling at the rabbit in the broken box.

The setting sun is soft and rich, reflected on Xiao Lingming's chin and neck through the intricate carvings on the window, like a large and mysterious scarlet orange tattoo on Hu Nu's body.

The setting sun was already low, so only this ray entered Zhaoyang Palace, Song Xian and Sui'er were immersed in the erratic and dim candlelight.

Only Xiao Lingming was deeply shrouded in the afterglow of the sun.

Song Xian didn't know what suddenly came to his mind, and asked something out of bounds, "Why did you tell me that you didn't want to stay in the palace anymore?"

Xiao Lingming turned his gaze away from Sui'er, glanced at Song Xian, lowered his eyes and said, "I want to stay away from power."

As soon as these words came out, Song Xian was even more puzzled. In his opinion, this orphaned daughter of the criminal minister of the Xiao clan was born, and she was favored by his father and emperor before she soared. Even if she does not yearn for power, she should know the benefits of power.

But Xiao Lingming didn't mean to explain anymore, that was not something that could be said to Song Xian.

What happened back then is too far away now, and he was young at that time, only a vague impression remained.

But his elder sister, the son of heaven who treated him like a father and teacher when he was young, their appearances in power have been completely changed, perhaps it is a heavy shadow that he can't get rid of all his life.