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When Rong Shaoyang arrived at Fengxia Palace, Chuyao was almost drunk, his face was flushed, his eyes were half closed, his cheeks were resting on his hands, and he looked precarious.
Still holding the glass in one hand, when she was about to drink up, Rong Shaoyang reached out and took off her wine glass, lowered his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Don't drink any more."
Chuyao raised his eyes, heheed twice, stretched out his hand to hold Rong Shaoyang and sat aside, and said with a little slurred speech, "Come have a drink with me."
"Don't drink anymore." Rong Shaoyang's voice became deeper and deeper, and he repeated what he said just now.
Chuyao stubbornly reached out to snatch Rong Shaoyang's cup, pouted her red lips, and muttered: "I want to drink, I want to drink"
Rong Shaoyang lifted the cup away, Chuyao rushed over to grab it, and fell softly into his arms, eyes closed, only murmured some inaudible words.
Rong Shaoyang picked her up and put her on the bed, Chu Yao suddenly opened his eyes, and murmured rather aggrieved: "I still want"
"You're already drunk." Rong Shaoyang took the brocade handkerchief Liu Shu handed him, and wiped Chuyao's face carefully. She smelled of alcohol now, and her whole body was as red as boiled shrimp.
"Drunk? It's better when you're drunk." Chu Yao laughed, half-closed his eyes, and whispered: "When you're drunk, you won't think about anything. Wine is really a good thing, haha."
"Do you really want me to let Luo Shuyan go that much?" Rong Shaoyang's eyes darkened, the hand wiping her cheek stopped, and he asked in a low voice.
Chuyao hiccupped, closed his eyes half-closed, didn't look at him, and didn't speak.
Rong Shaoyang continued to wipe her face with a brocade handkerchief to make her as comfortable as possible, and finally sighed softly as if in compromise: "Okay, I will let him go."
Chuyao's eyelashes moved slightly, she opened her eyes and looked at Rong Shaoyang, raised her hand to hold his hand that was wiping her cheek, and rubbed the back of his hand on her face, showing she was very happy Smile: "Don't lie to me?"
"Well, I won't lie to you." Rong Shaoyang nodded.
Chuyao took his hand and clenched it tightly, and said with a slight smile, "Rong Shaoyang, I think I love you."
With such a sudden sentence, Rong Shaoyang couldn't help being stunned. After realizing it, he held her hand tightly with his backhand, looked down at her and said, "Well, I know."
"Hehe." Chu Yao smirked twice, closed Yang Jing with peace of mind and fell into a deep sleep.
Rong Shaoyang did what he said, on the day when Chuyao left the palace to go to Ye He's grave, he released Luo Shuyan from the prison. Naturally, there were some voices of opposition in the court, but Rong Shaoyang wanted to suppress these voices. It's not difficult, but he didn't deliberately do it.
He is not a saint, what he has paid, naturally wants Chuyao to know, and Chuyao did know from Ye Mao that Tang Qisheng and other courtiers strongly opposed the release of Luo Shuyan.
Before going to see his mother, Chuyao first went to see Luo Shuyan, watched him walk out of the prison, drove away on horseback, and was accompanied by a group of people to the Tang family's cemetery.
The rest of the people retreated to the distance, only Tang Qisheng and Chuyao walked into the cemetery.
On Ye He's tombstone, it is written that Tang Ye's family, Chuyao looked at the newly grown weeds on the grave, bent over to pull them out, and slowly removed all the weeds, sitting on the side of the grave, looking down. Gao Di and Ye He talked about some recent events, as if she was still alive.
"Your mother will be very happy to see that you have a home now." Tang Qisheng burned three sticks of incense in front of Ye He's grave, stood beside Chuyao, and comforted her.
"Maybe." Chu Yao lowered her eyes, took out a silk handkerchief and wiped it on her tombstone.
Tang Qisheng glanced at her, sighed softly, turned around and wanted to leave, leaving this place for Chuyao alone, before he took two steps, he heard her say from behind: "General Tang, if the murderer who killed my mother is still alive In the world, what will happen to you?"
Tang Qisheng was amazed by the question she asked, turned around, his thick eyebrows raised: "Are you saying that Xiao Jing is not dead? Or is he not the real culprit who killed your mother?"
"I just want to know, if the real murderer is still alive, would you be willing to avenge my mother?" Chu Yao raised his head, staring at his face.
Tang Qisheng showed a determined expression on his resolute face, and said: "If this is the case, I will naturally avenge her."
"Then what if the enemy has the kindness to know you?" Chu Yao asked again.
Tang Qisheng frowned even more, measuring the meaning of Chuyao's words in his heart, and asked: "You mean he is"
Chuyao nodded: "I'm talking about what if, what if it is? What would you do?"
Tang Qisheng frowned, without saying a word for a long time, finally looked at Ye He's tombstone, and said in a deep voice: "No matter who it is, I will not let it go."
theChu Yao lowered his eyebrows, continued to wipe the tombstone, and said softly, "With General Tang's words, I feel at ease."
"Are you sure it's him?" Tang Qisheng frowned, "I don't think it's necessary for him to do this."
"Actually, you have doubted it too. There are so many secret whistles in the imperial palace of the Li Kingdom. There were no guards on the day of birth." Chuyao put away the handkerchief, stood up, walked in front of Tang Qisheng, and said, "General Tang, isn't there Do you have any questions?"
At first she thought it was Xiao Jing's people who sneaked in so well that she didn't find out, but now that she thinks about it, how could an assassin be allowed to enter and leave Li's palace? Now that she thinks about it, that assassin may not really want to kill her, Maybe Rong Shaoyang just wanted to hurt her and stay behind, but he never thought about stabbing Ye He by mistake.
"Don't think too much about it for now, I'll investigate this matter more clearly." Tang Qisheng pursed his knife-like lips, loosened his brows and said to Chuyao.
"Well, good." Chu Yao nodded.
When returning to the palace, the sky had already fallen, and glazed palace lanterns were lit everywhere in the palace. Only then did Chuyao notice that there was no snow anywhere he looked today, and it was obvious that it had snowed heavily yesterday.
"It was the emperor who ordered people to sweep away the snow in the place where the young lady walked." Seeing her doubts, Liu Shu explained.
Chuyao frowned, regained her usual expression, walked slowly into the hall door, and saw Rong Shaoyang holding a book when she entered the hall, sitting at the table and flipping through it, seeing her coming, she just held the book in her hand lay down.
Chuyao poured a glass of water, held it in his hand, walked towards him, put the glass next to his hand, and asked softly, "What are you looking at?"
"Miscellaneous Notes of Yan Kingdom." Rong Shaoyang flipped through the book for her to read, picked up the tea in hand, and blew to cool it down.
"Yan Guo Miscellaneous Notes? Why are you suddenly interested in this?" Chu Yao picked up the book and flipped through it casually.
Rong Shaoyang took a sip of tea, looked up at her, and said, "I'm thinking about moving the capital to Yan."
"Moving the capital?" Chuyao frowned. He had never heard such news. How could there be no movement in the hall for such a major event as moving the capital. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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