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However, Zhuang Li quickly realized that the silence of the night was relative, and extremely short.

After a while, this moment of silence was replaced by another sound. As night fell, another group of creatures woke up.

The wind rustled across the treetops, the crickets chirped from the soil, the frogs frothed under the waterfall in the back mountains, and the bamboo shoots that broke through the earth became exceptionally clear in the tranquil night. There were also young Daoists practicing martial arts at night, sitting and meditating in the courtyard. There were also people who practiced Qing Gong in groups of twos and threes. Under the moonlight, one could see them running between the mountains like jumping spirits. It seemed that there was no pressure from the darkness and they were as free as day.

Wang Su drank a mouthful of wine and handed the wineskin to Zhuang Li. In an instant, it made Zhuang Li think of the desert from a few years ago, where they just sat there, drinking wine and warming themselves on top of the desert with no plants growing at all. And today, they were only two people no longer the little girls who had been abandoned by the Zhao Family or the ungrateful princes. Instead, it was to serve tea to the lady official and to the current emperor...

He had experienced too much and couldn't tell if his life was real or not …

From the moment he came to this world, when did he ever let himself feel real?

Becoming Zhao Ci, going to the West Cold, adoration from Xi Cuo, friendship from Ge Ya … Then, she would return to the palace and be extremely careful in everything she did.

She had lived in that lonely little Plum Court before, and she thought that she would be alone for the rest of her life. She tried with all her might to suppress the irritation in her heart that seemed to be trapped in a teacup.

She had experienced the thunderstorm in the palace in the evening. It was like he was in an illusion.

Prince Bi was gentle in the face of the Empress's jealousy.

And now, on this Immortal Crane Mountain, which was almost isolated from the world, there was a bright moon and a light breeze. It was as if he could no longer feel any trace of what had really happened to him.

The only person he could truly remember was the person sitting next to him.

It was the Emperor. It was someone he liked.

They had sat together many, many times.

On that shabby carriage belonging to the West Cold Mountain bandits, on the cold night of the Gobi Desert, or perhaps it was the four eyes of the Heart Nurturing Palace that met each other's gaze. And there was also the evening sky in the Imperial Study where thunder and rain fell together.

What were those?

Has the Emperor really noticed her?

Zhuang Li didn't have an answer in her heart …

Along the way, although she would occasionally fear his dignity, the two of them were even more intimate. Occasionally, Zhuang Li would even forget that he was the Great Phoenix King, which was high above everyone else.

they were just ordinary people's Young Master Wang s …

And then he denied himself. He kept reminding himself... Careful, careful of your head...

Zhuang Li received the wineskin and also gulped down a large mouthful. It was brewed by him in this Immortal Crane Mountain. There was the aroma of alcohol and the fragrance of wild fruits, and Zhuang Li originally only took a big gulp, but she did not expect that the aroma of the wine, as if it had a mind of its own, would seep into her internal organs … In that instant, she felt a little intoxicated.

It was different from the strong wine in the Western Regions, and was also different from the jade wine in the capital. Master Kangyou's wine had an ethereal tang to it, and what he drank seemed to be the brewing spiritual energy in the mountains, but it made people feel not intoxicated, instead, intoxicated …

The full moon shone brightly, causing the surrounding mountains to shine even brighter. Borrowing the moonlight, she could see that Wang Su's face was also slightly tipsy, and was just inches away from her.

Zhuang Li did not know what to say, and took another sip from the wineskin.

He wasn't that high and mighty? Although it was sometimes frighteningly cold, he would struggle with all his might for the sake of his little life. There was also the warmth of the prison cell, which he could vaguely remember.

Did it really happen?

Did he have a great weight in the heart of the man in front of him? That's why he risked his life for this?

Then why did he become so cold afterwards?

It seemed like he was just being paranoid in the end … The Emperor was just a kind and compassionate person …

Not just him, even an ordinary servant would do such a thing?

She drank a few mouthfuls in succession, wishing she could ask Qing Tian her questions.

"Although this mountain's specially made fruit brew doesn't taste as good as those sold in the market, it still has enough power. Master Kuan You only drinks one pot a day. Are you sure you can drink that much?"

Zhuang Li rolled her eyes at Wang Su.

"I am a barbarian from the West Cold, how could I lose to such a small pot of fruit brew?"

She felt that she must be drunk already, why would she tell Wang Su that she was a barbarian with West Cold?

"That's right, I also forgot that you're not just simply serving tea to the palace maids …"

Wang Su mumbled to himself, then grabbed his wine bag and drank his wine again … After a few rounds of interaction, the two of them were leaning against each other dizzily. The wineskin was empty. It hung on the windowsill and swayed leisurely in the night wind.

Zhuang Li only felt that it was floating, it seemed like the aftereffects of the fruit wine had already come. She seemed to only feel that she was extremely relaxed and wasn't afraid of accidentally rolling down the eaves …

"Does the emperor hate me?"

Zhuang Li asked. If she was clear enough, she would definitely not ask this question, why would the people in the palace be annoyed? They would only have their master and servants.

What's more, the emperor hated him, or perhaps he liked him. It's all my fault...

However, the weight of this answer in her heart seemed to be exceptionally important.

"Why do I hate you?"

Zhuang Li was speechless. It only lasted a split-second.

"Because I have committed the crime of deceiving the monarch. I am not Ge Ya. If not for Li Liangxiao, I would naturally have been beheaded by the emperor. "Perhaps I am not even considered a good servant, and have even angered the Emperor quite a few times."

"I am the Emperor. If I should kill him, I should naturally kill him. Do you really think I will be soft-hearted because of a general? "

That's right, he was the Emperor. He didn't need to assess anyone's face. But he really didn't kill her?

Zhuang Li suddenly felt a little joy, that indescribable happiness magnified infinitely in his heart under the effects of alcohol. She felt dizzy, as if there were flowers blooming in his heart.

The Emperor doesn't hate me? That's right, if he was that annoying, then why did he keep him by his side? Adding fuel to the fire?

She revealed an almost silly smile and turned her head to look at Wang Su.

There was a saying that if you didn't say it now, you might never get the chance to say it again.

I like you...

Zhuang Li's lips moved slightly, her voice was so quiet that even she could barely hear her.

Zhuang Li hadn't had time to speak when she suddenly leaned over so close that she could see the light in Wang Su's eyes.

In her daze, she seemed to feel the softness of her lips, and her entire person seemed to have been charmed. She wanted to get a better look at Wang Su, but after that, she felt her shoulders sink as Wang Su fell asleep against her body.

He likes me too...

It seemed to be the answer to so many questions that he had to answer.

It gave an extremely precise explanation.

Zhuang Li was no longer able to react, her head was leaning on the window frame, her mind was buzzing. All sorts of cheers and cheers sounded out at once.

She could also do a lot of things for him. This sort of liking would probably surpass her imagination.

She also fell asleep in a daze. The two of them snuggled together and sank into the boundless moonlight.

Zhuang Li slept extremely well. When she woke up, she rubbed her eyes and saw the snow-white piece of xuan paper on top of the side room. She got up, still a little dazed.

The faint sound of the bell rang in his ears, waking him from his heavy dream.

It had been a long time since she had such a good night's sleep. For a moment, she could not react to where she was. Only then did he remember that he was currently on the Immortal Crane Mountain. He guessed that Master Kuan You was probably ringing the bell.

Ye Zichen fumbled with his hair to get it back on, then suddenly realized that he seemed to have forgotten something …

I was drinking with the Emperor on the roof of the palace!

Could it be a dream!?

The Emperor even kissed him!

This scene was more like a dream …

He was even daydreaming about the emperor liking him?

Am I delusional?

But how did he come to this room!?

She seemed to vaguely remember that a certain little Daoist introduced the formation on the mountain and knew that it was not simple. If she were to go wrong, who knew what would happen?

Could it be that he had unintentionally hallucinated after walking into the wrong room?

But after that? Someone found him, knocked him out, and he was carried back to his room? And had such a strange dream? How could this be possible … He still had a trace of a special taste of alcohol left in his mouth …

Could it be that all the illusions he had imagined were real?

This thought caused her to break out in a cold sweat. She did not know the situation in front of her and was trying hard to remember something …

Then, she finally managed to piece together some of the things that happened after she drank …

She was indeed drinking with Wang Su on the rooftop. She still remembered how the Emperor stole the alcohol from the fat master …

But after that?

Why did he have the illusion that Wang Su had actually kissed him before? Had he taken the wrong medicine?

However, she did remember that Wang Su had said that he didn't hate his …

Did he just confessedly confess?

The Emperor accepted it out of shame?

How is this possible!?

He was clearly the kind of person who would say: Yun Duan, drag this woman out and bury her … Furthermore, he didn't even bother to waste a glance at her …

These words were more like his own tune. However, she clearly remembered that she had asked Wang Su this kind of suicidal question …

How lonely could he be? Such shamelessness … But she also understood that she really liked Wang Su. With such an unintelligent brain, it's definitely possible for him to ask such a stupid question after drinking wine...

Zhuang Li took a deep breath, telling herself to calm down … She held her head and stood up, then pushed open the door to the room.

In a split-second, a ray of sunlight shone in. It was exceptionally bright as it reflected on the floor of the room. It carried the fragrance of fresh morning flowers and the smell of dew as it was brought in front of her one at a time.

It's a good medicine to wake up the wine …

This time, he was truly clear-headed … It seems like I did ask quite a few stupid questions last night … I hope the Emperor doesn't remember... This beautiful head of his, in the end, he still wished to hang on his neck for a long time …

Zhuang Li walked out of the room with a mournful face.

Breakfast was still porridge. The kitchen man seemed to have added a mountain of berries to the porridge. There was a hint of bitterness mixed with a hint of sweetness. After eating it, he felt that he was the same as the Daoist of the mountain …

Wang Su and Yun Duan were not inside the hall. Zhuang Li asked a few young Daoists about it, and heard that the medicine was ready, so no one dared to disturb the Young Master Wang after he went to bed last night. Thus, when the Young Master Wang woke up this morning, he went to the cliff to apply the medicine.

The lotuses in the vats at the entrance of the hall were already in full bloom, and there were many colors. The petals were extremely thin, and there were even dewdrops on the leaves that he had received all night long rolling about.

The lotus petals were like a plate that was being nurtured by the heavens and the earth. They were dark green in color. It brought the spirit energy of the world to the light. The small water droplets rolling on the plate were the secret treasures of the world.

After dinner, the young Daoists began to clean up the fallen leaves for the entire night. The crashing sounds were extremely rhythmic. Clouds began to gather, and from afar, one could see them floating beneath his feet. Like the ocean.