After a few days like this, after realizing that the emperor didn't seem to notice it, Nalanmo found a chance for the little **** in the palace to send her a letter.

Originally thinking that the letter would sink into the sea, she did not expect that she would ask him to meet at the back door of the Prime Minister's House.

There are a few words in the envelope, but the handwriting is vigorous and strong, not like a woman's juanxiu typeface.

With the letter in his hand, he always felt that the writing was familiar.

After staring at it for a long time, suddenly, as if remembering something, he got up and went straight to the study, and opened the book the emperor had borrowed from him last time.

The words "Return to the Garden" on the cover are clearly the same as those on the letter she gave him.

He squeezed her letter and froze slightly.

Is this "back to garden" her handwriting?

And she can, out of the house?

Nalanmo didn't know whether the letter was true or false, and whether the person who came to the back door of the Prime Minister's House was really her.

But he did not want to miss this opportunity at all.

So on the day of the appointment, he didn't even go to the early morning, always waiting at the back door.

I'm afraid someone will scare her.

He even ordered this day to keep idlers from entering and exiting the back door, and his people lurked outside the back door. Once someone came in and out, he immediately blocked it.

I was afraid she would be afraid to retreat when she saw someone.

The wait is long.

From a young age, Nalan Moe didn't find time so difficult.

Even if he had been lying on a sickbed, he could have a good pastime.

However, on this day, his heart has been in the midst of a trance, and he can't even believe that this is the word of Nalan Mo, which is a word of caution.

It is already a sunny day. At noon, even the ants are not willing to appear in the sun, and some water on the ground will evaporate.

He waited in the value room at the door. Even if the little room was iced, he was sweating all over. People around him persuaded him to leave a few times, but he sat there, staring at him without blinking. There was no intention to leave the window.

Maybe she'd be here the moment he left.

His idea finally came true.

In the sight of her eyes, she wore a black skirt, and the long black veil falling from the bucket almost covered most of her body.

I can't see her features and don't argue her face.

But she came to the back door gracefully and gracefully.

The moment she appeared from the street corner, he could confirm at a glance that it was her.

is her!

He got up sharply and rushed out.

But when he reached the threshold, he slowed down and resumed his calmness and calmness.

When she came to the door, he just stepped over the threshold of the back door, stood there and smiled warmly at her: "Girl."

He reached out and made a hand gesture, but instead of walking forward, she put her hand in his palm.

So much mental preparation he had made for himself collapsed at this moment, pinching her hand, and his heart was pounding at this moment.

She didn't even dare to look at her, if nothing happened, she walked in with her hand.

He heard her say softly, "My name is Guan Yue, you can call me Yue Yue."

The word "Yueyue" was tossed many times in his heart, and he was pinched in his mouth and wrapped around the tip of his tongue. Although he didn't yell out, he went back and forth thousands of times and has been called by him numerous times.

It turned out that her name was Guan Yue.

What a nice name.

Her fingers were tender and slender, and as cool as jade. His palms were hot, and she held her hands, as if that hot heart had gradually stabilized.

He asked her, "Is it from the palace?"