Chapter 410

Lantian hang naturally knew what he meant and didn't talk much nonsense. When she raised her hand, the maid next to her obediently rolled up the painting again. Be careful, for fear of damaging the painting worth five cities, because if there is any difference, even five of them are not enough to cut.

"This painting was made by Lord Liu when he was visiting Dongting. Please treat it well!" Lantian hang said, covering the box, the surrounding palace lights lit up, and everything returned to normal.

"Minister, you must protect this painting!" said the envoy of Dongting.

Lantian hang nodded and said nothing more. The others also retreated and returned to their seats.

At the end of the Palace Banquet, the envoy of Dongting personally said goodbye to the old emperor's princes and ministers with a black box. No one stopped him. Xiao Jiuyin was not there. These little shrimps were not worth dealing with.

When they repeatedly determined that there was no Xiao Jiuyin, they were relieved. They took over the city they just got very quickly.

Everything is going well. Even if anything goes wrong, the Moon Palace will turn him into a smooth one.

In a few days, the envoy of the East Court opened his mouth and left, and the West Court Emperor didn't stop him. Now he is busy guarding the five cities he just got. Where can he spare time to take care of him!

Just, is everything as calm as the surface? Xiao Jiuyin was not in the West Court, but he waited at the border of the East Court. When the envoy left the West Court, he hurried to the East Court.

Joke, where is the emperor? Who dares to ask the emperor to wait? He doesn't have the guts. Let him wait more.

A few days later, the minister came to Xiao Jiuyin's place and respectfully presented the painting he had just obtained.

"Bastard --" Xiao Jiuyin was furious. "You brought back a new painting. Are you dazed?"

As soon as the minister heard that the painting was new, his heart clicked. It seemed that he was just taking care to protect the painting, and he had seen that it was indeed phosphor! If it's new, then

Thinking of the terrible consequences, the minister quickly kowtowed, "emperor, the old minister knows the crime and asks the emperor to be kind..." when he said these words, his heart was cold. He had been with him for so long, so he couldn't know.

Xiao Jiuyin was angry. He was really angry. If he wanted this painting, he could draw one himself. However, what he wanted was the original one. What he wanted was just a once.

"You really deserve it!" Xiao Jiuyin picked up the portrait and looked at the people above. Suddenly, a familiar smell lingered on the tip of her nose.

I was stunned. It was

The smell of every month, yes, it's her smell.

Regardless of the people on one side, he lowered his head and smelled the smell of the portrait in his hand. The light fragrance was not on every month. Who else could it be? He is very familiar with her. In the past night, he often had to hold her in order to fall asleep and feel her existence.

She left, took everything, and he had nothing!

No one knows how he loves her. When he loves her, he will support everyone and kneel in front of her tombstone to repent. Even if the tombstone is empty, he will reveal all his thoughts.

He loves her so much, too. Why does she care at all? Did she ever think that he would hurt if he lost her?

No, she's so selfish. I'm afraid the last thing she wants is mu Huaqian! He doesn't hate. He just wants to love her and treat her well, even if she doesn't love herself.

But why, even such a chance, she is not willing to give him?

"Yue'er... Yue'er..." Xiao Jiuyin murmured, his face was in great pain, and his eyes were red looking at the woman in the painting. The people around him winked and immediately withdrew. The Emperor didn't like their interference. The minister also withdrew silently, vaguely feeling that things had changed.

Xiao Jiuyin's warm tears fell on the portrait, and then slowly slipped down. He didn't stick to paper at all. Fluorescent painting was not afraid of water. So, even if Xiao Jiuyin held it and cried all night, it was all right.

In the room, no one turned on the lamp, only Xiao Jiuyin sat alone, holding the portrait like a real person in her hand. He stroked her cheek and said goodbye to his beloved. His hands were shaking excitedly.

"Yue'er, is it you? Is it you? Did you come back to see me? I knew you loved me, didn't you? You certainly can't give up me, can you..."

"It doesn't matter. I won't do that to you in the future. I'll do whatever you want. I promise whatever you want. Just ask you, don't leave me!"

It was late at night, and Xiao Jiuyin's voice was still chattering. In his hands, every month on the portrait seemed to have been very patient. He didn't frown when listening to his story.

"Yue'er, you like to listen to the flute. Shall I blow it to you?" Xiao Jiuyin looked at every month and showed a faint smile. Time seemed to go back to that year. He sat on the boat and saw the figure through the gauze curtain. He even stayed on the river for her until her portrait was completed.

Xiao Jiuyin looked at every month and looked at him every month. They seemed to stare at each other for thousands of years.

This night, everyone knows that Xiao Jiuyin's yard has been playing flute all night. Listen carefully. Sometimes there are deep and shallow whispers, all telling his deep feelings.

It was a little bright, and the servant girl who accompanied her looked anxiously at Xiao Jiuyin's residence. Why did they rest that night? They listened as long as the flute sounded.

"Heaven and earth can learn from the emperor's true feelings for the queen. Unfortunately, the queen went early and left the emperor, * * * *..."

"Don't talk nonsense. A slave should have the duty of being a slave. Don't talk about the master's business, especially the emperor!" said the older maid beside him.

"I'm just reporting injustice for the emperor! It's so sincere, but it's said that the queen was still..."

"If there is nothing, the people in the palace will talk nonsense. Just remember that the queen is also sincere to the emperor, do you understand?" she sternly scolded the handmaid she brought out with her own hand.

"I see. I'll follow my aunt's instructions!" she said. She blessed herself and looked again at the place where the flute still sounded.

I'm afraid only the queen and other women deserve their unparalleled emperor! But, empress, do you know how the emperor missed you and couldn't sleep at night?

How to find her trace in every corner of the palace she has been to.

Sometimes, it really makes her find what she has left behind, such as the flowers and plants she has planted