Chapter 783

What makes Gong Yueyue more distressed is Zhao Changyuan's reaction on this matter, "Yueyue, you can't talk nonsense again! How could the queen mother do such a thing to you! "

In the bright yellow candle light, Zhao Changyuan's gentle look in the past disappeared, leaving Gong Yueyue with his indifferent figure and tight frown.

Pulling the jade white smoke plum curtain, the clear tears accumulated in Gong Yueyue's long and wonderful eyes finally fell silently. He sat down on the bed and stared dimly at the eyebrows and moon outside the window. The clear tears rushed over the reddish eyes and fell on Gong Yueyue's jade white fingers with temperature.

"Zhiya" sounded softly. A woman slowly walked into Chengxin hall, gently raised the curtain to filter out the morning light, and whispered, "empress, why don't you cherish the last figure of spring that is about to die in Lin'an City?"

Gazing at the woman's familiar face calmly, Gong Yueyue said quietly, "Bu Niang, you should stay by his side. Such spring light should be the time for you to dance."

Looking at her pale face, bu Niang's clear eyes slipped for a moment of pity and said in a painful voice: "you just had a small quarrel with him. It's so difficult for yourself. Is it worth it?"

With a slight sigh, bu Niang chuckled and said in a steady voice, "like me, I know he doesn't love me and stay by his side. As long as he shows a smile to me, I can't restrain myself. And you, who clearly got his full love, why don't you know how to cherish it! "

Gong Yueyue's face was still light and said softly, "he loves me!? Where does he love me!? He doesn't want to believe me. A man who doesn't trust me, how can he love!? Just like hang Wei, he once loved it deeply, but now he doesn't abandon it like my shoes! Whenever I think about it, I get stuck in my throat. Bu Niang, you don't understand me, just as I don't understand your deep love for him. "

Turning around gently, Gong Yueyue avoided the light in Bu Niang's eyes and said softly, "the state affairs are heavy. You can accompany him. Don't come to Chengxin hall again."

Staring at Gong Yueyue's determined posture, bu Niang also accumulated a trace of regret on her face, sighed gently, and left slowly along the way.

But now... Put down the memorial in his hand, Zhao Changyuan couldn't help sighing.

Spring left in a hurry in the dark sadness, and the sun became stronger and stronger day by day. Looking at the bright sunshine as thin as a gauze outside the hall, Zhao Changyuan gently stepped out of the publicity room where he reviewed the folds and walked steadily to the depths of the royal garden.

Zhao Changyuan's heavy eyes were suddenly awakened by the green plants full of business in the garden. The large multi petaled White Gardenia opened at the right time, swinging out a wave of fragrance, just like the zigzag garden pavilion, but the source of the fragrance could not be found.

In the summer morning, even the air seems to be shrouded in a layer of fog, which is shallow and filled with a gentle and dense atmosphere. The small water lily in the blue and white water tank at the foot of the hospital seems to have just woke up from a dream. The lavender petals make people feel pity. Occasionally, a few small fish shuttle between them, adding much fun.

Yangfei tea, which likes Yin, is planted beside the jar. The peach camellia flowers are as red as rosy clouds in the sunshine, just like the charming cheeks of a beauty.

"Shadow, push me up." A girl's voice broke the heavy morning silence in the royal garden“ Second lady, slow down. " A maid in pink lotus Palace Dress stumbled behind the smart girl.

Hearing the clear and pleasant voice, Zhao Changyuan couldn't help but fret. Looking in the direction of the voice, he saw a little girl climbing the swing by the lotus pond as light as a swallow.

This swing is made of hemp rope. In order to cover up the heavy color of hemp rope, the careful court craftsman specially embedded the soil layer in the base of the swing, and then put the seeds of Fangzhi vine into it. At a certain time, the vine grew straight along the direction of the rope, wound around the hemp rope in circles, and made people unable to distinguish which is the vine and which is the rope, It only grows from trees.

The craftsman's mind is really detailed. Looking at the girl on the swing, I saw that she was dressed in a lake green thin gauze dress, with a moon white water painted rose pattern skirt at the bottom, a simple butterfly bun, and a gilt Beaded hairpin at the tip of her hair.

As the swing echoed, her thin clothes moved in the air with the wind. Like a small bird flying in the sky.

Looking at the graceful posture of the girl in the sky, Zhao Changyuan's depressed heart for a long time suddenly flashed a long lost smile. He didn't pay attention to his feet. He only heard the cry of "meow", and a fat fluffy black cat ran to the direction of the girl.

Startled by the cry of the black cat, the girl's gorgeous face couldn't help glancing in the direction Zhao Changyuan stood. As soon as her soft eyes began to fall on Zhao Changyuan's face, she said happily, "brother-in-law!"

At this time, Zhao Changyuan saw the girl's face on the swing. He unconsciously smiled on his lips and said in a loud voice, "it's sister Yin playing the swing!"

While talking, Gong Yin slowly climbed up and down from the swing to the ground, gently tied up and slid down to a few strands of green silk on his cheek. Lian Bu walked slowly to Zhao Changyuan, smiled brilliantly and said cheerfully, "I didn't expect to meet my brother-in-law here."

Gong Yin's smiling flower is as beautiful as the fiery red rose blooming in summer. It vividly engraves thick traces in Zhao Changyuan's soft heart. She can't help but be stunned. She just stared at the two eddies of sweet pear dimples on Gong Yin's snow-white face, speechless.

Feeling Zhao Changyuan's hot eyes, Gong Yinli blushed and lowered her eyelashes slightly. After thinking for a moment, she boldly raised her eyes and tail. Her huge deer eyes also looked affectionately at Zhao Changyuan's white and handsome face.

In a moment, Gong Yin gently gathered her train and walked slowly to Zhao Changyuan. A faint smell of borneol rushed into Gong Yin's nose as the distance was closer. She couldn't help but stand on tiptoe. The ruddy and full cherry lips pasted on Zhao Changyuan's warm cheek. With a gentle kiss, Gong Yin suddenly hung her head, turned around and left quickly.

Disturbed by her sudden kiss, Zhao Changyuan looked at Gong Yin's graceful figure hurriedly leaving. Zhao Changyuan couldn't help caressing the place above where Gong Yin's kiss stayed. It seemed that it was still with a trace of temperature, just like her girl's mind.

Suddenly, in Zhao Changyuan's mind, Gong Yueyue's pale face and the teardrop hanging on his small chin appeared. He sighed, "what's the matter with me, Yue Yue, get better quickly."

In the bright and transparent palace of the Taiji, Gong Yinzheng was holding his cheeks unsteadily on the huge tree of Nanzhao Wutong. The deer's eyes showed the shame of her daughter's family, and she thought for a while. She smiled and laughed.

Standing far away under the dripping eaves of the Tai Chi palace, teasing the fluffy black cat in her arms, Empress Dowager Wu suddenly held a deep smile on her lips and whispered, "shadow, what you said is true?"