Luo Shangyi went to the table and put the pieces on the chessboard into the chess box.

Several letters were also placed on the table. Luo Shangyi organized the letters carefully and placed them in a sandalwood box beside them. It had been received countless times. She didn't have to read to know that those letters had the same content.

After packing, she whispered again, "Your Majesty, it's time to go to bed."

She stepped forward and gently pulled La Yuandi's sleeve, but said helplessly, "Your Majesty, there is still a dynasty tomorrow."

Yuandi turned his head and squinted her hand holding his sleeve. Luo Shangyi immediately retracted his hand: "Your Majesty, is there a flop tonight?"

Emperor Yuan looked down slightly, revealing Luo Nangyi with Bai Nen between his neck, he said, "You young people in this court, do you like it?"

Luo Shangyi heard that, looking up pale, he knelt down in front of Yuandi: "Your Majesty, I am Ming's housewife. If you don't want to keep me, I can only go back to Ming's house to observe the festival for General Ming."

Yuandi's lips were slightly sloppy, and A Yan was his woman, so no other woman was required to observe the festival for A Yan.

He left the woman in the palace, and also wanted the woman not to deliberately occupy the Ayan.

Luo Shangyi didn't know that she had touched the inverse scale of Yuandi. She lifted her eyes and narrowed her eyes at the young emperor, and wanted to speak again, but could not say anything.

The letters that were repeatedly capped by the young emperor, she could not understand the handwriting.

She thought she had learned the secret tenderness of the young emperor's hard appearance. The emperor's love separated her life and death and separated her gender, which made her really distressed ...

Yuandi interrupted Luo Shangyi's thoughts, and his voice was cold and unquestionable: "The new Tanhualang is good. I'll seal you as the county master, and have a good relationship with him for a hundred years. Let's go and stay alone for a while."

Luo Shangyi's face was completely pale. She looked up and looked unbelievably at the emperor in front of the mighty shore. She never thought that she would leave the palace one day. She thought that although she was not the favorite in the heart of the emperor, it was also impossible. Replace that.

Yuandi ignored her, he cut the candle wick, and reopened the box with the envelope in the flickering candlelight.

She wrote the same content in numerous letters intercepted by Dock City.

His Majesty:

Meet the words like face!

A Yan

When face to face, the four words are simple, but she contains countless expectations and hopes.

He slowly rubbed his finger on the stationery, touched the word "Ayan" and murmured, "Ayan."

A Yan, another winter is coming. Is it snowing in the border, are you there?

Are you still waiting?

The wind came in from the window, setting off the stationery in his hands, and the candlelight could not bear the cold wind.

He carefully put the stationery back into the box, gathered the cloak, rose, opened the lampshade, and cut the long candle wick.

The candle flickered in his eyes, and he felt like he was standing in the doorway.

It was her who cut the candle wick.

Her figure is as beautiful as Yushu Lanzhi.

She turned back and called him "Pray for Peace" with a smile.

She had a clear voice, just like Zhuyu was pulsing in his heart, and ripples softened his heart.

"Ayan!" He reached out to catch her, but emptied.

The candlestick fell to the ground and the flames rose. He stood in place, and under the light of the flames, gradually became a black stretched shadow.

Behind the wide-open windows are layers of towering palaces.

This is his palace, this is his world.

But he has only one shadow, no red face or confidant, beauty and hero have died!