Tyrant's Consort Too Arrogant

"Is this the burning country?" Leng Yan was surprised.

"Yes, the place where Yanhan lives." Yi answered naturally, "you delivered it yesterday. I just accidentally heard the Escort's conversation. I accidentally knew that there was such a place in Yangong. I accidentally met them and left you nearby, so I dragged you here."

The Iraqi answer was confused, and Leng Yan couldn't hear clearly.

However, the current situation is: no matter what reason Xia Yu sent her to Yan palace, I'm afraid it's not a good thing. Now she can hide. In other words, it's the Iraqi who saved her.

"But why did you help me?" Leng Yan asked.

Through some light outside, Yi looked quiet and said faintly, "because you helped ah Xue, so I want to help you."

As long as it is related to Helan snow or people, Iraqis can't be indifferent.

"What did you hear?" Leng Yan paused, a little happy for he Lanxue and a little disappointed.

"Hearing them say that they want to fight back against the Chinese dynasty, the ice Congress is helping. Xia Yu has announced that you are seriously ill and take power without authorization. Perhaps it means to coerce the son of heaven to order the princes. Xia Yu sent you just to show his sincerity in participating in the plan." Yi hesitated for a moment, and then whispered, "and Yan Han gave up you."

Lengyan is not surprised: Yanhan is a natural king. It is understandable that he chooses the most favorable option for his country.

How can friendship defeat the responsibility of a king?

"I must escape. I can't let Xia Yu plunge the ice country into war." Leng Yan said, about to get up, but her chest still hurt badly and her whole body had no strength.

I've been in a coma for more than ten days. Even if I haven't been hurt, I'm already hungry. How can I escape?

"You hide here first. I'll go out and find something to eat and drink. Don't mess around, you know?" Yi quickly comforted her, then drilled out the felt and waited for her to walk outside. She was lazy and seemed not to care about external affairs.

People searching for Leng Yan occasionally see Yi, but they just sweep by.

Ignore her.

Just think of her as a harmless pet of his majesty.

Leng Yan disappeared on the day she was delivered.

The people sent out turned the Yan palace upside down, but they couldn't find Leng Yan's trace all the time.

There was only one place left in the whole palace, which was yanzihao's mourning hall.

After hearing the reply, Yanhan was silent for a long time, and finally did not search the mourning hall - his feelings for yanzihao were complex, and his father and son were indifferent. But in his bones, he didn't want to disappoint yanzihao or disturb his resting place.

But since Leng Yan was in a coma at that time, who hid her?

Unless there are others in Yangong

Yan Han gathers his eyes, bends his fingers and clasps his chin.

——However, why do you feel relieved when you know the news of Leng Yan's disappearance?

He has lost too many things for the national interest. This time, he has lost his cool friendship. And Anu

The hot fingers closed, and the nails were almost inserted into the palm.

Today is the last day, the deadline after Anu poisoning. After today, ANU will die.

But he can't do anything. He can't negotiate with he Lanxue, because he can't agree to any of he Lanxue's requirements. Now is the most tense time for bilateral relations. Any small concession will affect the overall situation.

The gift that was given to him when he was fourteen.

Yanhan quietly retreated into the shadow of the hall, sat for a long time, watched the sun gradually incline to the west, and watched Anu's life disappear little by little.

He was not very sad. His impression of Anu was still the beautiful carcass on the bed when he opened the door on his 14th birthday. It's just an object.

She always looked at him with reverent and flattering eyes, so humble eyes that Yanhan took everything from her, but she always couldn't face up to her existence.

Yanhan stood up and still didn't have much sadness, but what made his heart a little empty, as if he owed someone a love, maybe he can't pay it back all his life.

"Stupid woman," he murmured. When Anu left, he should have stopped her instead of watching it coldly.

Why did she assassinate he Lanxue? Even if the assassination is successful, she can't escape. Why should she do such a stupid thing?

Yanhan has been unable to figure it out and won't think about it.

He decided to ignore it and everyone should be responsible for his actions, including Anu.

Yanhan strolled out. He wanted to calm down as soon as possible. He walked leisurely. The midsummer had ended. The Yanguo in early autumn was cold and brilliant, and the yellow leaves were rustling. Diligent palace people kept cleaning every day, but the leaves were still scattered all over the path.

The wind in Yanguo is very strong. When the wind blows, there are yellow leaves all over the sky. The whole world is yellow. People hide behind the leaves.

Yan Han walked leisurely to a quiet place where he could not see people.

The once lush branches and leaves have gradually become a desolate garden.

He turned around, the leaves fell, the people were quiet, the wind swept a field of vision, and she stood in the middle of the field of vision.

"I like autumn." hearing the footsteps, the Iraqi turned his head and smiled and said.

It seems that they have been talking for a long time, which is very natural.

Yan Han was stunned. Just now, his depressed mood was suddenly sparse. He walked over and stood behind her, "why do you like it? Autumn always reminds us that we have lost too many things."

"I once heard a poem. When the gorgeous leaves fall, the vein of life can be clearly seen." the Iraqi looked up at the increasingly sparse branches above his head and whispered, "the more we lose, the more we can see the essence of life."

Yan Han was slightly surprised, lowered his head and looked at the Iraqi in front of him.

Her face was reflected in the debris of the sunset, and her eyes were dyed bright yellow by fallen leaves, like dusty amber for thousands of years.

"Yi Ren, who are you?" he asked her, with indescribable love and powerlessness.

Just like seeing an elf coming from nothingness, he will go back to nothingness. What you see, what you hear, what you love, what you persist, in the end, is nothingness.

Close your palms. There's nothing in your palms.

"I am an Iraqi." the Iraqi stared at him and replied seriously: "no matter what time, place and situation, I am an Iraqi."

"Who am I?" Yan Han smiled, as if he had realized something, but he couldn't understand it.

"You are Yanhan." Yi also smiled, reached out and grabbed his arm, almost hung it on him, and replied very clearly: "no matter what you do, give up, have, or have nothing. For me, you are Yanhan."

Through the world, through prosperity, through hypocrisy and lies, love, cherish betrayal, persistence and illusion, standing on the ancient balance is only two equal and only souls.

Yanhan suddenly understood that for a long time, the state of mind of asking but not asking was suddenly cheerful.

"Yes, you are an Iraqi. Even if you become a relative, have children and have your own life, you are still an Iraqi, a unique Iraqi. I love you." he kissed her forehead and whispered.

"You are also a unique Yanhan. I will cherish you forever." Yi replied with a smile. His eyes narrowed into a lovely gap and looked heartless.

His kiss fell like a saucer, paused on her forehead, and then flew away.

Who can have another person?

What we can do is to break ourselves to pieces for another person, not to have. And humbly, persistently and proudly, pray that he can do the same for you.

"Tomorrow I'll send someone to send you back to China to... Helan Xue. I'm sorry for this time." Yanhan stretched out his hand to hold her in his arms, didn't hold her tightly, but just hugged her shoulder and stood together in the sunset at a distance.

"Love, means never say sorry." Yi answered softly, but Yan Han didn't understand.

The task was conveyed, and the Iraqi people had to go back and prepare.

When the last ray of sunshine passed quietly from the roof of Yan palace, a galloping carriage broke the tranquility of Yan palace.

Yan Han stood on the highest step and looked down at the messenger who came quickly. Behind him, four men carried a wooden box and followed him not far away.

"What did Helan snow bring?" Yan Han raised his head and asked proudly.

"The emperor of China asked us to return a thing to his majesty. I hope your majesty can cherish it." the messenger said and leaned aside.

The man knelt down and opened the lid of the box.

A woman curled up at the bottom of the box, pale and haggard, but still breathing.

It's Anu.

When Anu was sent back, he Lanxue brought Yanhan a word: never involve women in men's affairs.

One phase of inflammation and cold.

He looked at the place where the Iraqi lived. It was noisy there. The Iraqi was also packing up and ready to go home.

Yanhan said that as long as it is something that Iraqis like, even a palace, she should pack it and take it away.

She was not greedy. She only took three boxes full of local specialties in Yanguo: cakes, ginseng, silk... Each box was heavy and sealed.

With this seal, Iraqis can be exempted from inventory and unimpeded throughout the country.

Early the next morning, the casual staff planned to leave.

Yi thought Yanhan would come to see him off, but she stood at the palace gate for a long time and didn't see Yanhan.

She was a little melancholy, then turned and got into the comfortable carriage.

At this time, Yan Han stood on the highest temple of heaven in Yan palace, looked at Yi Ren's small and thin figure from a distance, disappeared behind the swaying car curtain, held his hand on the railing, and tried not to lose his attitude.

Let go, then... Let go.

The wheels rolled down the street.

The Iraqi swayed in the carriage, away from the hot and cold step by step, and close to Helan snow step by step.

In the evening, the seeing off personnel came to a more remote post house in Yanguo to complain. The Iraqi shouted to bring in the box containing cakes. The attendant carried the lightest one into the Iraqi's room, and the Iraqi locked the door.

The seal was carefully torn open and the lid was lifted. The Iraqi asked carefully, "are you okay?"

"It's all right." a cool female voice came out. Lengyan slowly straightened up and stepped out of the box. She didn't think she was bitter: "I squatted in a barn for seven days. Compared with that stinky place, it's a paradise."

The Iraqi looked at her in surprise and said, "aren't you the queen? How can you squat in the barn?"

"Everyone will have hard times. At that time, I was chased and killed all day before I ascended the throne." Lengyan smiled. Her face pale because of pain seemed rare and soft like lily.