Chapter 1559

After coming out of the Menghua palace, Feng Jue walked on the palace road with her hands on her back. Brother Jiuhuang and sister are finally coming back. I haven't seen them for more than half a year. I miss them very much.

Looking back on this road, he stepped on the tip of the knife everywhere from his legitimate grandson to today's 95 year old, bleeding and injured.

He is now strong and inseparable from his sister's careful companionship and teaching.

Originally, he was not willing to take this position, but the tease of fate finally put him in the highest position.

"Emperor, it's getting late. Do you want to go back to the bedroom to have a rest?" Forty nine followed behind Feng Jue for nearly half an hour and couldn't help saying.

"No, I'm going out of the palace." Feng Jue said.

"Out of the palace?" Forty nine one Leng said, "emperor, it's so late. If you leave the palace at will, I'm afraid..."

Feng Jue looked back at 491.

Forty nine hurriedly lowered his head, "slave, damn it."

"You are as boring as he Chongde (Eunuch in charge of the palace)."

"Emperor... I think you should change your clothes. You can't go out of the palace in a dragon robe. Bright yellow is too eye-catching." Forty nine said.

"Go and prepare." Feng Jue said.

"Yes, I'll go now." Four or nine.

A moment later, Feng Jue dressed up and left the palace.

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Hengqin palace.

Lian Lingyue lay on the table and looked at the moon outside. The silver plate was generally hung in the sky, but it looked a little cold.

"Miss, it's cold. Don't you have a rest earlier?" The servant girl came over and asked.

However, Ling Yue couldn't lift her spirit on her face. She lay soft on the table and said, "you don't have to care about me today, and you don't have to watch the night. Go and have a rest early."

"Are you all right, miss?" The servant girl asked with concern. Since the young lady came back from the temple that day, she has often been so unhappy, because she accidentally heard that the emperor was looking at the fold and preparing to choose a noble girl to fill the back palace.

"I'm fine." Ling Yue said, his voice clearly has no spirit.

"Excuse me, miss." The servant girl said, "you're just like this because of the emperor. However, that's the emperor. If you can't see it now, miss, in the future..."

The moon's heart jumped slightly and said, "but he is Lian Jue..."

She was once a naive and romantic teenager.

"Lian Jue?" The servant girl was stunned and said, "the emperor's surname is Feng, second miss."

Make month tiny one Leng, "yes, he is not even Jue, he is Feng Jue, he is not the person before after all."

She just felt a stabbing pain in her heart. "Go down first. I want to be alone."

"Yes, I know. Second lady, please rest quickly." The servant girl put the cloak on her and said, "it's cold. You should keep warm."

The servant girl went out.

After a while, Lian Lingyue stood up, stood at the window and looked at the silver moon outside the window.

Suddenly, her heart jumped slightly. Under the tree, there was a man standing. He was dressed in ice blue brocade, tall and picturesque, and his eyes were looking at her.

"Lian Jue..." her heart suddenly jumped.

He's here?

However, when she remembered that he was selecting a candidate for the harem, her heart hurt again, and the surprise smile on her face slowly solidified. Then she reached out to close the window, separated Feng Jue from the outside, returned to the table and lay down again.

After a while, the door of the room rang. Feng Jue shouted outside, "eleven, open the door."

Ling Yue glanced at the direction of the door and said, "it's so late that the emperor comes to a boudoir woman's room. I'm afraid it's bad."

"Eleven, I want to talk to you. Open the door." Feng Jue still said.

Lian Lingyue felt sad. She didn't know what to do. She was distressed. Lian Jue didn't want him to stand outside alone, but... She couldn't face him.

He is not his highness Xi now, let alone the legitimate grandson of Lian's family. He is the emperor of the ninth five.

"You go, I want to rest." She said.

The door was quiet, and then she heard his footsteps leaving.

Her heart sank slowly.

However, when she got up and was ready to go to bed, the window was suddenly opened. She was stunned and looked up:

Feng Jue climbed in from outside the window.

She hurriedly ran over, "you, how do you... You are the emperor, and you climb the window."

"Give me a hand." Feng Jue extended her hand. She paused and held his palm. A smile flashed across his eyes, took her and jumped down from the window.

"Why is the emperor here so late?" Remembering the unhappiness in her heart, yue'er let go of his hand, took two steps back, politely and alienated, and said, "Oh, no, I forgot to salute and pay a visit to the emperor, Emperor wan..."

However, just when she was about to bow down, Feng Jue suddenly stretched out her hands and held her. She was stunned, looked up and just bumped into his clear eyes.

Her heart beat faster.

"Silly eleven, don't worship." He said, with a trace of doting in his voice.

Lian Lingyue was stunned. Don't turn your face and said, "isn't it disrespectful not to worship?"

Seeing her awkward expression, Feng Jue suddenly took her into his arms and hugged her tightly.

"You..."

"Don't move, let me hug. I read a lot of memorials today and listened to the suggestions of ministers. Now I don't want to do anything. I just want to hold you. 11, don't move." At the moment, he is no longer the 95 year old. He is a somewhat tired man.

Make the moon's heart jump slightly.

No, she doesn't want to be angry with him. She doesn't want to be angry with him. He has become an emperor and has to deal with military affairs every day. He comes out very hard. How can she be angry with him?

He also has his own difficulties.

Thinking of this, Ling Yue slowly raised her hand, gently hugged her waist and buried her head in his arms.

The two quietly hugged each other and felt each other's existence.

Feng Jue slowly closed his eyes, and the fatigue in his body finally slowly flowed away from his body.

"Why are your hands so cold? Why don't you wear more clothes?" After a long time, Feng Jue loosened her body, held her cold hand and asked.

"Xu was frozen by ice and snow in Qidan. In this cold season, no matter how many clothes he wears, it's useless. His hands and feet will be cold, but it doesn't matter. I've been used to it for a few years." Make the moon afraid of him, said.

"That won't work. It must be cured. I'll find a doctor for you." He held Lingyue's hand in his hands and breathed between his lips. Then he rubbed her hand between his hands to warm her hand slowly.

"It's hot." After a while, the moon felt her hands warm.