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The night is as cool as water.

In front of the palace gate, Xiahou Yongli stood there quietly, like a quiet moon, waiting in a hurry.

In the floating darkness, there were countless archers ambushing me, and they were quietly aiming the tip of the arrow at him, as if he knew nothing.

About half an hour later, a dark yellow light slowly appeared from a corner of the palace, like a small candlelight in the dark night, desperately emitting a faint light to prevent being swallowed by the boundless night.

Behind the glimmer was a soft and beautiful woman in white, with long black hair scattered behind her, and her snow-white clothes were even more delicate and delicate in the dizzy glitter.

Yang Ping personally carried the lantern and walked towards the palace gate with Deyang. There were two palace lanterns at the palace gate. Midnight was bright, and Xiahou Yongli stood beside the lamp, looking at Deyang slowly walking towards him.

Looking at his tall figure and handsome face under the candlelight, especially the pair of moon eyes that always contain tenderness and patience, looking at her with expectation and worry. Deyang suddenly felt aggrieved. For some reason, tears filled his clear phoenix eyes instantly. As he got closer, the tears became more and more.

As he walked closer, Xiahou Yongli saw her tears in her eyes and a little face full of grievances, and his heart suddenly felt aching. He opened his lips gently and called, "Yinyin!"

In the cold and cold night, his gentle call seemed to have ignited the hope in her heart, making her not care about anything else, worry, fear, sadness, loss and recovery, and many complicated emotions burst out. She rushed directly into his arms, buried her little face in his chest, hugged him and cried with a "wow" sound, extremely sad!

Xiahou Yongli's face suddenly calmed down, and his eyes pointed directly at Yang Ping like arrows. The surging flames contained in his eyes that seemed to be destroyed by the world made Yang Ping feel cold.

"Master Yang, what's going on?" Xiahou Yongli hugged Deyang tightly and patted her shoulders gently while glaring at Yang Ping coldly, with a momentum of duel after a disagreement.

In this case, Yang Ping was also very embarrassed.

If he had gone later just now, I believe the emperor would never hand over Princess Deyang again. Even if he handed over, Xiahou Yongli would not give up.

But now it's too bad, this face is really ugly.

Even if emperors of all generations occupy their wives, they all came from secretly. Those ministers have troubles and dare not stand up and blame them for their protection.

Such a face-to-face question is really hard to answer!

Yang Ping simply stopped talking.

His silent attitude made Xiahou Yongli even more angry. As the chief supervisor of the big inner court, if he doesn't speak, it means that he is in a position of reason, and the reason for the loss is self-evident.

He is not stupid, how could he not guess thoroughly!

No matter how angry he was, Xiahou Yongli could only bear it for the time being. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened it again, there was no Yang Ping and others in his eyes, only Wubian gentleness and the woman in his arms.

"Yinyin, don't cry, it's your husband." Xiahou Yongli gently stroked her long hair, her silk was black and smooth, and softly wrapped around her fingertips, as if it was wrapped around his heart, "Okay, don't be afraid, everything is over, just come back! Yinyin doesn't be afraid!"

Yang Ping watched Xiahou Yongli gently and carefully coax Deyang, feeling a little unbelievable. As a man, can't he see his wife appearing in a white shirt?

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!