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Chapter 205. Let go and leave the palace

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    Chu Yao lowered his eyes and remained silent, while Rong Shaoyang looked at her thin shoulders and remained silent as well.

    Time flows in the space of stillness, when the sun shines in, you can see the dust floating in the air.

    "Everything here makes me breathless." Chuyao tightened his legs, put his chin on his knees, and suddenly spoke in a weak and low voice: "There are too many bad memories in this palace.  There are too many insurmountable gaps between you and me, and I don¡¯t want to bear any more.¡±

    "Rong Shaoyang, even if we choose to trust each other at this moment, how long can this trust last? Ten days, twenty days? There will always be people and things that are unclear here, and we are too similar. If we continue like this,  Just torture each other."

    "I'm too tired, I'm so tired that I don't have the energy to stay by your side, Rong Shaoyang, you have too many things to plan, too many people to calculate, your heart will never stop  Suspicion, in the long run, the gap between us will become wider and wider."

    "let it go."

    Chuyao lifted her face up and looked at Rong Shaoyang with her eyes. A tear rolled down in her eye, which was shining brightly under the reflection of the sun.

    This was the first time Chuyao cried in front of him after that snowy night. This tear fell on the back of her hand, burning his heart as if it were hot.

    Chuyao had never said these words to him. Their calculations and distrust made them bury all of this in their hearts, and a rift grew in their hearts.  Chuyao was right, he really couldn't guarantee how long the trust between them would last, their childhood was spent in plotting and plotting with each other, they were too accustomed to doubt and suspicion.

    Rong Shaoyang reached out to wipe away the tears that fell on Chuyao's cheeks, and gently hugged her into his arms, whispering: "Song Chuyao, you are too cunning, you held my heart in your hands, but now you call me  I let go, how do you tell me to let go."

    Chuyao buried herself on his shoulder without making a sound, and the tears in her eyes couldn't stop falling.

    The two of them maintained this posture, motionless, like a beautiful sculpture in the sun.

    "Yesterday, I entered Chenghuan Palace."

    "I know." Rong Shaoyang pursed his thin lips. He has always sent someone to monitor the movement of Chenghuan Palace.

    "The child may be Dong Ruo"

    "I know." Rong Shaoyang hugged Chuyao tightly, stroked her long hair hanging on her back, and prevented her from continuing to speak. At this moment, he just wanted to be quiet and not disturbed by others, no  Tired of other things, it's just two simple people, clinging to each other.

    Chu Yao kept silent, hesitated for a while, raised his hand to cover his back, curled his fingers slightly.

    Suddenly, a fishy sweetness welled up in her throat, Chuyao's fingers unconsciously exerted force, she frowned, and forced the fishy sweetness back.

    Rong Shaoyang noticed her slight force and only hugged her tighter.

    Three days later, the Queen passed away in Fengqi Palace. It was rumored that she was overly thinking about her child, she was paralyzed, and died of a long illness.  Seven days later, he was buried in the imperial mausoleum.

    Rumors abounded in the palace. It was rumored that Dong Ruowan, who was favored by righteous virtue, was very likely to be promoted to the posthumous position. However, because of the death of the empress, the emperor didn't think about food and drink all day long, ignored government affairs, and spent his days in neglect.

    In the teahouse, the storyteller told some secrets about the palace in a mysterious manner, and everyone in the audience listened intently. In the private room, a woman lowered her eyebrows and sipped the excellent Biluochun. It seemed that the hustle and bustle outside had nothing to do with her.

    "Miss, since he knows that she is such a femme fatale, why does he still favor her?" A woman in green shirt tilted her head, her eyebrows were somewhat resentful.

    "If you want to catch a tiger, you must first fall into the tiger's den." The woman in white lowered her eyebrows, sniffed the fragrance of the tea, and shook her head: "This tea is not brewed with spring water, and the fragrance of the tea is still not so good."

    Having said that, she got up and walked out of the private room. The girl in green shirt took out an ingot of silver and put it on the table, and followed her out.

    "The air outside the palace seems to be relatively fresh, miss, where are we going when we get down?"

    The woman in white stopped in her tracks, turned around and glanced at the girl in the green shirt, "The misfortune comes from your mouth, you are still so open-minded."

    That's right, the woman in white is the Empress Song Chuyao who died in the palace a few days ago, and the girl in green is the Empress's close servant Liu Shu.  Now they wear a pair of skins on their faces to cover up their real appearance, like ordinary ladies and maids.

    "I know I was wrong." Liu Shu pursed her mouth and lowered her head.

    The sky and the earth outside the palace are vast, and after a few days, Liu Shu's restrained temperament suddenly disappeared, as if she had returned to her appearance when she was twelve or thirteen years old.

    Chu Yao shook his head helplessly, his voice was as harmonious as?Come down: "Don't do it again next time."

    Liu Shu nodded obediently, approached Chuyao, and raised her smiling face again: "Miss, can you tell the servant where we are going now?"

    Chu Yao frowned, looked at a place, and said, "Go north."

    After she said that that day, Chuyao did not expect that Rong Shaoyang would really agree to let her go and let her leave the palace with a fake death. Now everyone in the world thinks that Queen Song Chuyao is dead, and she is free to walk outside.

    It is said that she has been away from the palace for more than half a month, and now she is already in Mengzhou.

    "North? Why do you want to go to the north? It will be autumn in a few days. The north is cold, and the young lady's body can't stand the cold. Why don't you go to the south?" Liu Shu followed Chuyao, asking puzzledly as she walked.

    "No, let's go to the north." Chu Yao lowered his gaze, "There are still some things that must be resolved."

    Liu Shu looked at Chuyao in puzzlement, she walked straight forward without saying a word.

    Half a month later, the two came to the northern border of the original Mongolian country. Before entering the northern border city, the villages outside were starving and dying. When entering the northern border city, there were also displaced refugees everywhere.  There are almost no other people in sight, and even most of the shops are closed.

    "Miss, why did you come here?" Liu Shu glanced at the refugees, and shrank behind Chuyao in fear. Those refugees stared at them very unfriendly.

    "The more chaotic the place, the more likely it is to find them."

    "Who is Miss looking for?"

    "Xiao Jing." Chu Yao frowned, and pulled Liu Shu back two steps.

    Liu Shu shifted her gaze to the front, her expression changed suddenly, and she saw a group of refugees approaching them with greedy expressions on their faces.

    "Miss, what should I do?" Liu Shu tugged at the corner of Chuyao's clothes. Chuyao was not in good health, and even if she wanted to escape, she couldn't escape very far, but the eyes of these refugees seemed to eat them.

    Chu Yao frowned, and slowly backed away step by step, the refugees gradually approached.

    "We're just passing by, so I hope it's convenient for you all." Chu Yao took out a gold leaf from his sleeve and handed it to the front.

    The refugees glanced at each other, and the leader took the gold leaf, but they did not disperse, but continued to approach them. With so many people, it was obvious that one gold leaf was not enough, and it seemed that they wanted everything they had.

    Chu Yao secretly tugged on Liu Shu's sleeves, and the two of them turned around and ran in tacit understanding, with a group of refugees chasing after them.

    Sure enough, after running for a long time, Chuyao couldn't hold on, panting heavily, and the refugees were about to catch up.

    Jiang Li, who followed Chuyao all the way, was about to rush out, but suddenly he saw a sedan chair passing by and stopped, and he put his foot back again, watching the changes, Rong Shaoyang ordered him not to be a last resort, not to appear in the  in front of her.

    Liu Shu supported Chuyao who was panting and ran a few more steps. Later, Chuyao couldn't run anymore, so she stopped.

    Refugees were about to rush up, when a sedan chair fell, a pair of slender and slender hands with well-defined bones lifted the curtain of the sedan chair, and a man in red with loose long hair came out of the sedan chair.  Heart and soul.

    [Author's digression]: A certain Cong drank too much wine at a social event today, and I can't hold it anymore. I will make it up at five o'clock tomorrow. By the way, Wenwen should not be too far away from the end. It will probably end within this month, and the light will be here  Ahead¨q(¨s3¨t)¨r(Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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