On the way back, I cruelly picked the five cranes holding the birthday. Although I knew that Shen Xiyao had gone to the Changchun Palace and was afraid that he would not return to the Hall of Nourishment for a while, he still had a glimmer of hope and was raising his heart. The side door of the hall clings to the camellia, standing in the warm breeze of spring.

When the sun rose to the top of my head, I only felt sore and trembling in my legs, and a thin layer of sweat formed. I chose the side entrance because I can see Shen Xiyao's Luanjia, and I won't be noticed by the palace people on the main road. It is a relatively safe place. Because I believe that at this moment of my identity, anyone can easily put me to death. And in this harem, there are many people who have always wanted to get rid of me.

After standing for a long time, a burning sensation of hunger gradually surged in my belly. From a distance, a figure gradually walked up, and when that figure fell in my eyes, a huge surprise surged in my heart. This surprise is not due to love, but from instinct.

It was Shen Xiyao. He came back at this time, which was beyond my expectation. At the same time, I also found that I hadn't seen him for a long time before, somehow lost in his heart.

I did not come forward to welcome him, but hid behind the door from him. Although there is a faint expectation in my heart, he is here for me, but at the same time there is a voice reminding not to hold on to expectations.

I watched him walk hurriedly into the Hall of Yangxin, then walked out in a blink of an eye. There was a sense of sudden realization on his face, and then he walked towards the white jade corridor without stopping under his feet.

"The emperor, the emperor." Grandpa Li almost trot all the way to keep up with him.

"The emperor, where are you going?" He reminded: "The officials of the sixth department are still waiting in the imperial study room."

"Xinghua Spring Pavilion." Shen Xiyao did not stop.

"The emperor," Li Gonggong said with a surprised look: "According to the ancestral system, the woman who is sleeping in the Xinghuachun Pavilion will go back before dawn." There is a bit of clarity in his tone: "Is the emperor looking for the woman last night? Is it a maid? Just look for a slave."

Shen Xiyao was taken aback for a moment, and then frowned, showing a little nervousness all over his body.

Shen Xiyao thoughtfully, hesitated and said, "You go to the coat bureau, and there is a veiled maid. If she is there, bring it back, silently."

Grandpa Li opened his mouth in surprise, and walked out with a "noo" in a moment.

I settled, took a deep breath, took a step, and stood in the sun watching Shen Xiyao.

He seemed to feel my gaze look over here. "Why are you outside?" he was surprised.

"Emperor Wanfu." I was deeply blessed.

Shen Xiyao waved his hand to Li Gonggong and said, "You go to spread the word, and I will have lunch with them in the Imperial Study Room later."

Li Gonggong cast an inquiring look at me and went on busy.

"Why stand here to blow the air?" Shen Xiyao blamed.

I shook my head: "The emperor, according to the ancestral system, women are not allowed to enter." I smiled bitterly: "I don't know where to go, so I have to wait for the emperor here."

Shen Xiyao said "Oh", with a rare gentle expression on her face: "It's windy here, is it cold?" He said, touching my hand and said, "It's so cold. What if I get cold again?"

I smiled playfully: "The sun is so big, I'm sweating."

"Where is the flower?" He asked casually when he saw the camellia in my hand.

I lifted the flower to his eyes: "I passed by the Imperial Garden when I came back and saw the camellia bloomed so well, so I folded a flower for the picture."

Shen Xiyao pinned the flower in my hair and took off my veil. His eyes were like a child's hand, gently brushing my whole body, and then he smiled: "Only camellia is durable, and the deep moon can only occupy the spring breeze. "After that, I took my hand and sent me back to his bedroom.

Later, the maid brought lunch. I was too hungry. At the moment, I only felt sleepy. I couldn't use it after two bites. After turning a few pages, he slept on the couch with clothes.

Was hungry.

In the past, Su Xin would prepare a fruit snack and put it on the table. But today I opened my eyes, the sun was westward, and the light from the spilt had turned into a warm orange red, which seemed to be evening.

"Su Xin, Su Xin." I called a few times without any response, the door was also locked, and a curtain cut off my sight.

I didn't dare to speak loudly, and my stomach was so empty that I could only drink up my regular tea. The strange thing is that today's teapots are dissatisfied, and the tea tastes like overnight, and the bitter old tea makes the tongue astringent.

After a cup of cold tea, I felt a little chill on my body, and there was a sudden pain in my temples. I'm afraid I caught a cold because I didn't cover the quilt during the nap.

Looking out from the window, the yard was empty. The guards who guarded him on weekdays were gone. In the quiet yard, there was only the sound of wind blowing through the treetops.

It was strange, I even suspected that I was still dreaming. But how can dreams be so real? If this is a dream, why doesn't the person I want to see each other day and night?

Until the sun pulled the edge of the carved window out of the ground with oblique and long shadows, the eastern sky was faintly black, and the gate of the Hall of Nourishment was finally pushed open. A team of guards quickly stood in their place, but there was no sound. . Then, two lines of court ladies holding washbasins, whisks, saliva pots, furnaces, incense boxes, water bottles, etc. filed in. Outside the door, a **** shouted loudly: "The emperor is back to the palace."

I slowly sat back on the couch, a little nervous for some reason.

Shen Xiyao took his shoulders back to the front of the main hall door and got off his seat. As soon as he entered the hall, I heard his slightly lifeless voice and ordered the other court ladies and eunuchs to retreat, and ordered Zhang Dehai to pass the meal.

Then, with a "click", I looked back and saw him strode in, his brows were not stretched, as if I had been thinking about something for a long time.

"The emperor?" I whispered.

"Oh." He came back to his senses and smiled gently at me: "Why do you look bad?"

I didn't care: "I read a book and fell asleep, maybe the wind blows, and now I have a headache, it's okay." Then I looked at him with concern: "The emperor seems to be worried, I don't know..."