Chapter 751

His sincere move made Bai Ji and Po Li, who had always been biased against him, change their views on him over time.

The innocent little Qin e was more important to what he liked. He often shouted to the maidens, "the fourth Prince is kind to our princess."

The officials and people on duty in Lingxi palace sighed one after another: "our prince and princess are the only pair left in the palace. Our feelings are so good that people envy!"

Since late autumn, Zhao Changyuan has never seen hang Wei again, although the East Palace is not far from the Lingxi palace where he now lives.

First, the second princess Zhou Yichun asked for a divorce from the palace, and then the third prince Zhao Zhihao died. The whole Nanyue palace has become a battlefield of fear.

At this time, if you see hang Wei again, you are undoubtedly joking about their lives. Therefore, although Zhao Changyuan was always immersed in worried thoughts at the beginning, he always retained the last trace of reason.

At first, he was glad that Gong Yueyue's illness came at a good time. For no reason, he gave Zhao Changyuan, who wanted to retire from the world, a flawless excuse, and his careful care for Gong Yueyue became a great proof of the good relationship between their husband and wife.

Originally, at the beginning, Zhao Changyuan did stay in front of Gong Yueyue's bed because of these external factors.

However, some things, especially people's hearts, always have many subtle changes unknowingly. Zhao Changyuan's feelings for Gong Yueyue changed slowly in the remaining months.

One morning in early winter, Gong Yueyue, who had been sleeping for a long time, finally opened her eyes slightly. The soft white palm gently supported the soft thick mattress, slowly stood up and leaned softly on the embroidered plum blossom Satin group.

Gong Yueyue pursed her thin red lips, and a dry taste circulated in her throat. She was trying to call people for water. Who knows that Fang drooped her slender eyelashes.

Zhao Changyuan, who fell asleep on the cold edge of the bed, jumped into Gong Yueyue's hazy eyes for a moment. He thought it was a dream. Gong Yueyue raised his hand and rubbed his eyes in disbelief. Once again, it was still him.

I never knew that he could be so lovely when he was sleeping. His black eyelashes fell quietly under his eyes, and his white face had a fascinating color in the yellowish candlelight.

At that moment, Gong Yueyue was deeply moved by a soft place in her heart. She couldn't help reaching out to touch Zhao Changyuan's lovely face. Just when her hand was hanging in the air and hesitated, Zhao Changyuan, who was sleeping, made a dreamy voice. The slightly magnetic voice was clearly her name: "Yue Yue."

The slender hand that was about to fall on his face suddenly withdrew and stared at Zhao Changyuan shrouded by deep sleep. Gong Yueyue couldn't help raising a comfortable smile on his lips. As soon as he hung his head, hot tears fell down his white cheeks.

Gong Yueyue lightly put on a thick velvet satin dress placed in the bed, gently lifted the warm quilt, carefully got up and got out of bed, even if any action was too heavy, which woke up the sleeping Zhao Changyuan.

The little maid dozing in the night was not disturbed by Gong Yueyue's light footsteps, but still nodded her head up and down and fell asleep in the cold air.

Walking gently out of the painted red gate of the Lingxi palace, Gong Yueyue immediately felt a cool touch spread across the whole body, but her heart was hot.

The dark blue full moon is hanging upright. The cool moonlight is softly spread out in the exquisite garden of Lingxi palace. A plum tree stretches its beautiful branches, and the small buds of plum blossoms are vividly exposed on the branches.

With a light breath, a hot breath immediately danced in front of her. Gong Yueyue's delicate white cheeks became more and more white and beautiful under the bright moonlight.

Gently stretched out his thin arm, Gong Yueyue was completely immersed in the silence of the dark night. His gestures were an unknown dance.

Many years later, when Zhao Changyuan recalled his fate with Gong Yueyue, he would always be startled by a dance.

Under the moonlight, a cold woman gently danced her body, a faint fragrance faintly disappeared into her nose with her soft action, and the light purple and blue satin dress dispelled the feminine smell she had never bloomed.

That night, Zhao Changyuan believed that he finally found the woman Xiang who had just awakened hidden in Gong Yueyue. This drunk, Zhao Changyuan once felt that he would never wake up again.

In the quiet black night, the melodious sound of a clear flute cut through the silence of the sky, and also startled Gong Yueyue's dance. After a spin, Gong Yueyue gasped and stopped. The round pearls strung on the yingbai Yingge cloud shoes were still shaking.

Looking at her pure white face, a surprised look appeared, and Zhao Changyuan's lips slowly approached her, unconsciously aroused a naughty smile. Closer and closer, her thin and exquisite body is only one step away.

Hearing the sound of the flute getting closer and closer, Gong Yueyue could not see where the flute maker was anyway. She couldn't help turning around. Her eyes were surprised. Zhao Changyuan, who was dressed in jade white satin, was holding a green bamboo flute in his hand and staring at her with a smile in his eyes.

The music was still, staring at Zhao Changyuan, who was as warm as jade in front of him. Gong Yueyue read the more and more hot meaning in his eyes in the quiet black night.

She couldn't help but feel a panic. She had seen this profound thing in the eyes of another man before, and this man, although his figure was gradually blurred, had always been a hidden pain in her heart.

"No!" Gong Yueyue whispered low on his lips. He quickly stopped turning and wanted to leave this warm but dangerous place immediately.

Unexpectedly, a gentle and generous hand grabbed her soft, white and slender hand. In a moment, Gong Yueyue gently whirled her body and fell into Zhao Changyuan's warm arms.

He felt the faint smell of borneol from Zhao Changyuan, and the faint man's breath in his nose. Gong Yue's white cheeks slowly hid a touch of crimson.

Xu was lonely, Xu was strong for too long. For a moment, Gong Yueyue didn't want to break away from Zhao Changyuan. Instead, he quietly and docile fell on his chest and pondered for a long time. Gong Yueyue whispered, "I can't be so close to you."

Lightly smelling the faint fragrance between her green clouds and black hair, Zhao Changyuan's deep eyes suddenly sank. After a long time, he said in a deep voice: "I know, I'm also very contradictory. Not only because of Hang Wei, but also because of the name you called when you were seriously ill and asleep, Lin Wei. "

Gong Yueyue leisurely closed her eyes and heard Zhao Changyuan's strong and powerful heartbeat. There was a feeling of peace of mind spreading between the two people. She whispered, "you know?"

Zhao Changyuan's chin gently pressed against Gong Yueyue's fluffy black hair and felt her tenderness that had never been shown in front of people. For a moment, his heart turned into a soft lake and slowed down his voice: "I guess he must be your favorite."