Chapter 951

He was dressed in white.

It's not a simple white dress. It's embroidered with dark clouds with threads of the same color. You can see the brilliance occasionally.

He was looking down at something. His black hair was tied up with silver ribbons, and a jade flute was pinned to his waist.

The whole person seemed extremely leisurely and leisurely.

Hua Yong's steps stopped at once.

His eyes were fixed on the figure.

Although he had not met this man, he thought, he knew who he was.

Can be in the palace of rosefinch, such a leisurely man.

Besides being the owner of this palace, who can do it?

Master

Hua Yong only felt the bitter taste in his mouth.

As if aware of his gaze, the man raised his head and looked back and forth.

All the people around Hua Yong knelt down and said, "see the emperor."

"No gift." Hua Yong heard his clear and gentle voice.

Then, the other side seemed very curious to look at him: "this is?"

"This is your Majesty's guest," whispered the palace man who led the way to Huayong

The emperor seemed to be a little surprised, and then he looked at Hua Yong carefully, with a trace of clarity between his looks.

He said in a warm voice, "since you are a distinguished guest, you should go first."

"Yes."

Hua Yong left with the palace people.

As he passed by, he gave him a look.

This is a man like a clear breeze and bright moon.

Although he didn't want to, Hua Yong had to admit that he seemed to be worthy of Zhaoyang.

His mood is very mixed, but all chaotic mood, all can not withstand, he is about to see that person's expectation and joy.

The palace people stopped at the gate of the rosefinch palace.

"Distinguished guest, your majesty is waiting for you in the inner hall."

Hua Yong raised his legs and walked forward.

The hall was very quiet, only the echo of his footsteps could be heard.

Go straight, turn left and enter the inner hall.

With his eyes closed, Hua Yong could imagine what it was like here.

There was a man sitting on the throne of the inner hall.

Hua Yong stopped.

He looked at her.

She looked at him, too.

Just watching, for a long time.

For a long time.

Hua Yong was the first to speak.

He smiles and greets like the most ordinary friend: "long time no see, how is your majesty?"

A Zhao looked at him and whispered, "sit down."

She looks a little tired.

After Hua Yong sat down, he could not help saying, "although political affairs are important, your majesty should pay attention to her body."

A Zhao seemed to chuckle: "emperor Xia compared to the last meeting, much less clear, this word from your mouth, can not be convincing."

She did not hear Hua Yong's reply.

Take a closer look, the opposite side is looking at himself in a daze.

A Zhao: "it's just

She accentuated her voice: "emperor Xia!"

Hua Yong returned to his senses, looked away, and said, "Your Majesty can call my name."

In fact, he preferred to call himself "Qingque".

But it's unlikely.

It's much better to call a name than the cold majesty.

Ah Zhao didn't argue with him about this either. She cooperated very much and called out, "Hua Yong."

Seeing her like this, Hua Yong's eyes burst out with a strong luster: "Zhaoyang, Zhaoyang, would you like to see me and call my name, do you forgive me?"

A Zhao looked at him and said slowly, "Why are you so persistent about this?"

"What difference does it make if I forgive or not?"

"Of course."

Hua Yong looked at her: "if you don't forgive me, I will never have the opportunity to sit in front of you and talk to you like this."