The emperor stopped and stared quietly, "You seem to never care about losing favor." Hailan's eyes looked at the ground, and the bluestone slabs with tied stalks were filled with intent marks and ice. Forever, flowers bloomed and tied, but they were just dead frozen marks and no vitality expectations.

Seeing that she was speechless, the emperor coughed uncomfortably, "I know, you don't like pearls. The person who likes pearls is Ruyi."

He suddenly mentioned this name, which surprised Hailan. She suddenly raised her face and touched her temples with blue crystal beads trembling. She quickly calmed down, "Because of the jewelry, only pearls are related to life, which makes people feel weak. Therefore, the emperor doesn't like pearls either."

The emperor's jaw head, "A person with old pearls and yellow things, and things with life are always easy to disappear and decay. I will also grow old, so Hailan, I like long-lasting glorious things. It can be reminded that at least there are unchanging things." He stopped, "I rewarded you with pearls because I think you should like something Ruyi likes."

Hailan smiled indifferently, "It may not be necessary. For example, my sister likes the emperor, but I am not."

Such bold and meaningless words even the emperor did not feel changed in color, and he was quite uncomfortable. Hailan bowed gently, his eyes clear, "I admire the emperor, but my sister likes the emperor. This is the biggest difference."

The emperor focused his mind for a moment, sneered slightly, and sighed: "Yes. If Ruyi knew how to admire from the bottom up, not just like it, maybe she and I would not do this."

The wind on the long street made Hailan's face stiff. She tightened her soft and warm cloak on her body. Silver hair appeared on the tip of the sable's hair, and softly brushed on her face, as if she had once been, she gently supported her hand.

At that moment, she almost burst into tears, but was surprised to find that she was not used to crying in front of this man. She choked slightly, "I think the emperor will never think of his sister and will always hate her so much. But the emperor never thought that you liked his sister back then because she liked you."

"I don't hate Ruyi." His voice was extremely light, and it was a little blurred and difficult to distinguish in the sound of free traveling wind. "I just can't accept it. At the end, both of me and Ruyi have changed their original appearance." He stroked her shoulders, "Hailan, thank you for always doing it for her. So you keep that pearl, just treat it for her."

Hailan said thanking her softly, took out a ruby ​​pink ring from her arms, and said softly: "This ring was something that Ling Yunche held in her hand when she ordered her to kill Ling Yunche. Her sister never had such an intricate and precious thing. I really want to know whether the emperor believed that her sister had a personal relationship with Ling Yunche. Is it because of this ring? I dare not ask my sister, so I had to hide it myself. Now, I just think it's back to the emperor."

"It looks familiar." The emperor took it and held it in his palm. He stared for a moment, as if he was thinking hard. The memory in his eyes deepened his existing suspicion. This ring once appeared in the hands of a girl's middle school for a long time. It seemed that after Ling Yunche died, the ring was no longer on his hands.

Haha, he deeply remembered that last night, there was a saying in the Ai Lili of the Concubine Wanqi, that the Imperial Concubine had a personal relationship with Ling Yunche, but she blamed the Ulanara clan. The person who came later did not deny it.

So is this ring considered a solid proof?

The emperor turned over and saw the traces on the back of the ring. He felt a chill in his heart, but he smiled: "Ha, it's Yanwan. Yanwuyunjian. Concubine Yu, you have known it for a long time, so show me such a solid evidence, right?"

Hailan said quietly: "The emperor believed that his sister had a personal relationship with Ling Yunche, and he misunderstood for many years."

Hailan looked at Yue Seqing. "The 28th day of the first lunar month, and there are 20 days left, it is the day when my sister and the emperor are completely separated."

The emperor shook his head slightly with a little sad eyebrows: "Yes. It's been ten years in a flash. I remember when Ruyi left, he was forty-nine years old."

Hailan walked two steps closer and smiled softly: "The Imperial Concubine celebrated her birthday and is 49 years old. I wonder how to handle his fiftieth birthday this year?"

The emperor smiled, but a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes: "Is that so? The imperial concubine's birthday may not be as long as Ruyi." He said like a joke, but he spread his arms and put a big hood on her bag, and smiled softly, "Go back. I'm leaving too. I can go here and see Concubine Wan. I may have not seen her for a long time."

This was rare gentleness, and it was also a kind of indescribable relief. She watched the emperor leave respectfully, curled up in her sleeve with her left hand, holding a sachet of golden silk-filled pearl turquoise butterfly dancing plum blossoms. After a long time, she suddenly remembered that the emperor forgot to take the cloak from her.

Hailan thought about this, and suddenly thought of Wanyin. The person she wanted to see the most was already here.

Zhongcui Palace passed by Concubine Chunhui, but only Concubine Wan was in it. After decades of time, she lived quietly and lonely, living for a long time without being disturbed, just like every grass and tree here, which was stained with dusty rest.

When the emperor walked in slowly, Wanyin was concentrating on painting at the desk. It was not until the equally agitated maid Shunxin turned around and went to add water that she saw the emperor standing by the door with a smile. Shunxin had not seen the emperor come here for a long time, and she had not reacted for a while, and she saluted unconsciously, "The Emperor... Why is it the Emperor..."

Wanyin focused on her mind, carefully depicting the side face of the man in her pen, without even raising her eyebrows, just whispering softly, "Shunxin, don't talk nonsense, the emperor hasn't come to Zhongcui Palace for many years."

Shunxin hurriedly said, "Little Master, little master, it's really the emperor. The emperor is here to see you."

Wanyin raised her head in surprise, and the brush in her hand fell, and the ink dyed the soft rice paper. Wanyin cried with joy: "Master, how could it be you?"

The emperor walked in with a smile and said with a gentle voice: "I said that I will come to see you when I have time. Wanpin, have you been hiding here to draw for so many years?"

Wanyin was very embarrassed and wanted to reach out to cover the portrait, but how could the thick stack of paper be covered? The emperor was quick and had already read it carefully. The more he looked through it, the more he was touched: "The paintings are all me, young and old. Wanpin, you painted it like you."

This sentence almost brought Wanyin's tears. Tears in her eyes were as snowy as she whispered: "I have been drawing for a lifetime, and practice makes perfect."

The emperor put down the portrait in his hand and sighed unconsciously: "Pin Wan, Wan Peng, I have not taken care of you for so many years, and I am really sorry to you. From now on, I will treat you well."

Wanyin's body shook, and she couldn't feel the tears flowing, and she couldn't say a word for a moment.

The emperor smiled and stroked her cheek, "What? I'm scaring you?"

Wanyin knew that she was rude and shook her head repeatedly. The smile on her face became stronger, but the tears couldn't stop falling, and she looked embarrassed. After finally calming down, Wanyin said carefully: "Your Majesty, I have a request. Can you sit in front of me and ask me to draw you?"

The emperor was surprised: "I'm here. Do you still want to draw?"

Wanyin looked at the emperor in a daze: "Your Majesty, I will draw you so close to you in the first time. It is not based on my own impression and memory..."

Before he finished speaking, the emperor was moved. Seeing that the pavilion was simple, he sat upright on the couch, held Wanyin's hand, and said in a deep voice: "Okay, I'll let you draw well. Let you draw well in the future."

Wanyin was excited and wanted to say something, but she unconsciously bowed deeply, leaned on the emperor's lap, and refused to let go.

The emperor touched her clean bun and whispered: "Pin Wan, you are the most far away from right and wrong. I never expected that you would be so careful and tell me all this."

There was tears surging in Wanyin's eyes, and she apologized: "In the past, I was encouraged by the imperial concubine, which made the Empress of Yikun Palace sad. This is what I owe her, and I want to pay it back."

The emperor smiled sourly, "Do you owe Ruyi? Haha, the person who owe her the most is..."

Wan Yin raised her head, her face no longer young was full of tears, "Emperor, my husband, I know that I am humble. It is the greatest blessing in my life to be able to get you for a happy life. I have been looking forward to you, and you can see me, just one glance, just one glance."

The emperor suddenly felt soft in his heart and said softly: "Yes. Wanpin, you and I are old, we will keep together until we grow old."

Wanyin wanted to say something, and her throat heated and turned into a low sob, scattering gently in the wind.

It was already clear, and the emperor sat in front of the empress dowager and handed a cup of ginseng tea intimately, "Mother, it's so cold, you have to take extra care of yourself."

The empress dowager was very old and became more kind, and looked at the emperor with a smile. The empress dowager had long ignored the affairs of the harem, and she refused to listen to more words in the previous dynasty. She just admired flowers and birds, went to the garden to listen to operas, and lived happily every day, and was very peaceful. This time, the emperor was more at ease. The two gradually got closer and the relationship between mother and son gradually became stronger. In addition, the emperor had the heart to repaid, and he was very kind to the empress dowager. He was more respectful on his birthday, and he gave generous gifts, and was happy with the whole world. After these skills, they became more harmonious.

At this moment, the empress dowager squinted her eyes and listened to the emperor's words, and then asked, "When you ask, she said everything? It's not a loyal servant, why are you willing to tell you all the beans in the bamboo tube?"

There was a gloomy look between the emperor's eyebrows, "Lan Cui died, she was scared. She always felt that she knew too much and her life was not long. So she told her all the dirty things that had been around for decades."

The Empress Dowager was silent for a moment and sighed: "In the afternoon, Yongqi came to pay tribute to the Ai family. This child is always depressed."

The emperor was also sad: "Without a mother, he became more introverted." He thought about it and asked, "Mother, my son just happened to ask you, if you are a mother, you are really despicable, but your children are outstanding, what should you do?"

The Empress Dowager looked at the emperor: "In the beginning, Emperor Wu of Han wanted to make Liu Fuling the emperor. Mrs. Gouyi, the mother of Fuling, was young and charming. Emperor Wu of Han was afraid that his son would be young and strong, so he reappeared in the disaster of the Lü family, so he ordered his mother to leave his son. Although Emperor Wu of Han's actions were decisive, it was a good way."

The emperor then showed a slight relaxation: "The emperor's mother said yes. The son also meant this."

How heavy and complicated is the empress dowager's eyes are, "As a good story, I have taken indifferently everything at this age. People live for a lifetime, they have thought about the endless glory and suffered grievances from gritting their teeth. What else can't let go? Emperor, we mother and son are both long-lived. We should accumulate virtue and raise blessings and let go of our thoughts as soon as possible."

The emperor breathed a sigh of relief and said in a deep voice: "When things are gone, we can really let go. Some people have too big hearts. The son is still there, so he uses his children's marriage to gain power several times. The son thought that she was born in a humble background and wanted to find some support, so he didn't say anything. But now she has done some dirty things by herself and poured dirty water on others. The son thinks, how can such a mother teach a wise ruler like Emperor Zhao of Han?"

The Queen Mother nodded slightly, reached out to fiddle with a late plum in the bottle, and sighed: "It's time to clean up for so many years."
Chapter completed!