Chapter 1161

Yu Yao raised her hand to wipe her tears, and murmured: "the emperor -"

Tuo Ba Sheng nodded at her, then raised a hand and reached out to her body: "I'll take you back to the palace ~"

Yu Yao lowered her head, motionless looking at the wide and white palm, and was inviting herself.

With tears still hanging in her eyes, she raised her head uncertainly and took a look at Tuoba Sheng. However, the man's eyes in front of her were extremely devout and serious.

Yuyao then laughed, and said nothing more. She just repeated the same action as him, raised her arm, and put her petite palm on his big palm.

Then, he and her, fingers tightly, so tightly together.

The setting sun gradually sets, behind the gate of the capital, casting a shadow.

Only the shadows of the two people who have gone far away are pulled for a long time, like walking side by side.

Tuoba Sheng turned his head and looked up at the direction of Prince Chen's mansion for the last time. What he was hanging on his waist was still the other half of the jade pendant which was given to Qian Duoduo but symbolized the ceremony of engagement!

Qian Duoduo, goodbye ~ Tuoba Sheng, goodbye ~

(PS: xiaotuoba also has a happy ending here ~ as for ah San, I really don't think about what to do ~ do you have an idea?)

In the Longhua Hall of Nanzhao palace, long Yutian stands in front of the window, facing a strange abstract painting hanging on the wall.

There is more than sunset light sprinkled on his back, not only did not add a trace of gentle breath for this man, but it seems that his cheerful figure, more bleak.

Holding a green Hosta in his hand, the luster has been slightly dim. The old appearance is enough to prove that it has been touched thousands of times in countless nights.

At this time, the blessing son also came out from the Chen Wang Fu, the first thing is to rush back to long Yutian to reply a decree.

He stood quietly at the gate of the palace, looking at the emperor's eyes, staring at the painting, motionless in a daze.

Fu Zi was still strange. There were so many royal painters in the palace that long Yutian didn't care about them. He was fond of this painting as if it was a ghost who had been sent to hell on the 18th floor.

Even once, when a maid in waiting was cleaning the palace, she accidentally touched the portrait and was pulled down by long Yutian on the spot.

At that time, Fuzi knew that this portrait was a self portrait painted by Qian Duoduo, Princess Chen, for long Yutian. It was called "the death of a San in the long family".

Unexpectedly, it has become a treasure that the emperor can't pathetically touch.

Fu Zi sighed a little. When he was hesitating to go in, long Yutian heard his sigh and turned his head. He just asked, "how are things going?"

Blessing son also blue less than Dodge, had to harden the scalp to go forward, carefully return to: "tell the emperor, your will slave has read out in public in the Chen palace, Chen palace up and down, feel your long gracious mighty, all grateful!"

Long Yutian gave a sound and looked at the painting again. After a long time, he asked, "where's dor? How is she? I didn't go to congratulate her on her wedding. Is she angry? "

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