Secondly, some people say that the late emperor loved the country more than beauty, and the concubine Rao, who was deeply favored in the palace, was assassinated on her way out of the palace, and she died due to excessive grief.

Thirdly, I think it’s really a bit incredible, but you might as well listen to it as a love story. On the day when the late emperor passed away, the snow that had stopped for a few days fell softly..."

Just as the storyteller was talking enthusiastically, Lingya drank a bottle of wine and tilted his neck and joked: "This storyteller is really good at talking nonsense, and the male master is obviously..."

"Ahem~" Hua Wuxin covered her mouth and coughed softly.

"Sexy duck, do you know how the late emperor Nangong Yi died?" Ling Mulao couldn't help but turned his head and looked at Lingya after hearing this.

".."

Hua Wuxin tightened her fingers. The storyteller clearly didn't mention Nangong Yi's name just now, but she... It's impossible. There can never be any problems with the Devouring Technique.

"Xiaoyi, are you full? Daddy will take you to a more interesting place." After Hua Wuxin said that, she picked up Xiaoyi who was listening with interest in Ling Mulao's arms and left the restaurant.

Xiaoyi was interrupted by Hua Wuxin and burst into tears, "Uncle Hua is a bad guy, a big bad guy!"

"It's daddy!" the voice emphasized.

"Bad guy, big bad guy!" He pouted and did not change his words.

".."

Amid the crying, a man in yellow who happened to be sitting in the corner looked over, staring at the lavender dress with cold eyes and frowning.

"That woman..." The man in yellow said in a deep voice.

"General Feng, those are your old friends, are they? How about Xu help you destroy them?" The man next to him with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks smiled very much.

"Not an old friend!" Feng Yan turned his head and said coldly.

I thought in my mind that on the day the late emperor passed away, Concubine Rao disappeared, and the entire body evaporated. Logically speaking, she should have died of poisoning long ago. The woman just now was just a spiritual resemblance.

After leaving the restaurant, Hua Wuxin seemed to have something urgent. She walked around with Ling Mulao and Xiaoyi for a while, and then took them back to Yunyao Island.

That night, after Ling Mulao coaxed Xiaoyi to sleep, he fell asleep early.

Still, in the dream, she saw the man in the azure blue robe with fluttering clothes, black hair flying in the wind, and his cool and extraordinary appearance.

Snowflakes were flying all over the sky, dressing up the whole world in silver. The man was walking hard in the snow, taking each step deeper and shallower.

He was holding a woman in his arms. Because the woman's back was facing each other, she couldn't see her face. He just felt that the long dress was particularly similar to something in her box.

The man gently placed the woman in his arms on the ground, where camellias were blooming and orchids were in full bloom. It was obviously a dream, but he smelled the faint fragrance of flowers and plants.

The woman seemed to be fast asleep, lying motionless in the man's arms, letting the big, sharp-jointed hands caress her long hair.

The man seemed to be crying. He could not hear the sound of sobbing, but he saw a crystal teardrop falling on the snow. His voice was trembling, "Wife, you said that great love is not about sacrificing for the other person, but living and dying together."

Hearing these words, Ling Mulao's heart suddenly broke. She walked forward step by step, and gradually she could see the man's lower jaw, and then his thin lips.
Chapter completed!