Tyrant's Consort Too Arrogant

Yan Han was finally exhausted.

He came out of the lake, his hair dripping wet, his clothes clinging to his body. The wind was almost freezing him.

Yan Han, on the other hand, did not seem to know. However, he was looking at the calm surface of the lake and seemed to be deep in thought.

The commotion here had finally alarmed Leng Yan. She was wrapped in a white mink fur cloak as she walked over with large strides.

Seeing Yan Han's appearance, Leng Yan slightly frowned. She waved her hand for the maid behind her to put on a set of clothes for Yan Han, then took out a towel and personally held it to wipe away the traces of water on Yan Han's face.

"This kind of thing, it's fine if someone is to do it. Why would Yan Han need to do it himself?" Leng Yan wiped the last drop of water from his chin and said lightly, "My lover went missing in the ice palace. I will take responsibility until the end and definitely find her."

"Where does the bottom of the lake lead?" Yan Han didn't answer, but looked at the lake and asked softly.

Her cold expression froze and she didn't answer directly.

"The water below is very fast. If someone falls in, will they be washed away to the source of the water?" Yan Han asked again.

This was the only possibility. Her lover could not fly in the sky or escape to the ground, and the guards outside were so tight. Could she turn into a puff of green smoke and disappear into thin air?

"I won't." Leng Yan quieted down and said faintly, "This is not water, and there is no origin for it. "The reason why the flow of air at the bottom of the lake is so fast is because — because there are Star Sea Stones at the bottom of the lake."

Yan Han was stunned and a little embarrassed.

Nobody could have known about such a huge secret. Ye Xiao actually forced Leng Yan to tell him about it on the spot.

"You don't have to blame yourself." Leng Yan felt Yan Han's guilt and replied softly, "Even if the people knew the location of the Starsea Stone, they would not be able to get an idea of it. Didn't Yan Han try it just now? No one can dive to the bottom of the lake. Even if they do, they will be trapped inside the mechanism created by Zephyr Guild. "

At this point, Leng Yan turned around and handed the towel in her hands to the maid casually. She said, "It could be that she was kidnapped. The guards outside did not notice and I will switch to another batch of capable guards. I will activate the imperial palace to search for Miss Yi's whereabouts."

It was impossible for Yan Han to do so.

When he was about to turn around, he once again looked at the lake's surface. The lake's surface was tranquil and serene, the blue color pleasant to the eye.

From afar, Liu Xi coldly watched from the sidelines.

Due to the disappearance of his beloved during the day, the palace guards had been immediately tightened up. A large number of guards were sent in, holding torches and patrolling in groups of three or five.

It was midnight when suddenly a figure leisurely walked out from the West Palace. As if there was no one around, he came to the pond and squatted down.

The faint starlight fell from the sky and then refracted on the surface of the lake that was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting on his face.

Compared to the day, her handsome face had changed a lot and become much more lively. However, the grey of his eyes couldn't change at all.

It was still as despicable as before.

Her delicate eyebrows and thin, cold lips were exactly the same as the colour of the willow.

"Xinghai stone can bring the dead back to life, it should also be able to cure Supervisor You's eyes." He ran his finger across the surface of the lake, muttering to himself, then stood up and walked into the hall.

Where was the lover?

This answer that no one could come up with was actually very simple.

Her lover had been in the hall all this time. All this time, in the room with the willow.

She was pressed, her face changed, a stiff smile on her face as she stood erect beside the willow bed.

The person who came in to search only glanced at this girl who was carrying a plate. She did not look surprised and was smiling like an idiot. Immediately, her attention shifted. How could she be suspicious? She was just a lover who could not move, whose legs could not be said to be trembling?

Her lover's eyes darted around, watching her pursuers walk up and down in front of her, rummaging through boxes and boxes, and returning in defeat.

She was depressed.

Her legs were sore, her hands were sore, and her face was sore.

After persisting like this for an entire day, Liu Yan finally returned to the Southern Palace from Xia Yu's room.

When she saw the Willow, her face lit up. At least I can get rid of my current stiff state.

"Have you decided what story to tell?" Willow walked right up to her and whispered as she ran her fingers through her hair, which hung over her shoulders.

Her lover could not move, but looked at him happily, indicating that she had made up her mind.

"If the first story doesn't sound good, I have no interest in the rest." Liu Chang revealed a cold smile and opened her acupoints.

As soon as her acupoints loosened, her body fell to the ground like a pile of mud. She spread her limbs and, regardless of her appearance, stayed there motionlessly.

Even if he killed her now, she definitely wouldn't move.

Never before had it been so tiring. Maintaining distance was more tiring than exercise itself.

Better to lie down. The woman thought.

From then on, as long as he could lie down, he would never sit down, much less stand up!

Liu Yan looked at the pile of meat on the ground in disbelief. She frowned, then used her toes to kick her lover. With a rough voice, she said, "Get up!"

Her lover did not move, still lying motionless on the ground.

Willow kicked her again.

The girl moved to the side, wriggling, squirming, and hid outside of the Willow's kicking range. She continued to lie down with her limbs pressed to the ground, looking like she would rather die than get up.

Willow looked at her as if she were looking at a monster.

Her eyes were wide and clear and pure — like a rabbit waiting to be fed.

"Get up and go to bed." The Willow was puzzled by her eyes, and her voice became surprisingly soft.

Hearing this, the girl quickly got up, ran to the willow bed, and climbed up.

As expected, the bed was still comfortable.

She wished that she could turn herself into a puddle of water and soak all of it in the bed just like that, causing all the soreness in her body to go to hell.

Liu Yan was speechless as she looked at her lover wrapped in a blanket without saying a word.

He stood there for a moment, then put on a straight face and continued the conversation, "Have you thought about today's story?"

"Yes." Her lover raised the pillow a little higher, leaned against the bed, and answered seriously: "Do you want to hear Hamlet's story?"

"Hamlet?" The Willow was amazed, the name was so strange.

"It should be your mother's favorite story." Her lover remembered the words he had seen that day outside Lady Xi's grave.

Tobeornottobe, thatisthequestion.

"My mother?" "And how do you know my mother likes this story?"

"Because the words from your mother's grave are from this story." the woman replied.

"And how do you know that?" Liu Chang had a surprised look on her face.

"Ugh, I've heard of it before, right?" She scratched her head and answered vaguely. Then, she naturally changed the topic. "Are you listening?"

"Go ahead." "Yes." The Willow said indifferently. Her mind was already far away.

My mother's favorite story?

Liu Yan had always had a vague impression of her mother's memories. However, ever since she was young, many people had told him: Your mother is a great woman. She can call the wind and summon the rain, she can do anything.

Mother is just a symbol, not a warm hand, not the soft murmur of sleep and the faint smile on the table.

And this was the story she loved and heard?

The willow color suddenly touched upon a sense of reality, and that feeling of reality made him tremble with fear.

At the same time, the lover's voice rang out.

Honestly speaking, compared to the cool and elegant Qing Yue and the ethereal Murong Xiu, the voice of her was a little flat: clean and calm, a little soft and lazy.

However, when such a voice told a story, it was actually extremely pleasant to hear.

She was completely lazy, as if her voice could carry her into the story at any moment. She was drifting within the story, drifting outside the story.

The lover tells of Hamlet's encounter with the ghost of his father, and then, playing the fool, he is faced with the choice of avenging his father or defending his mother, and he asks heaven the classic question: To live or to perish?

Liu Chang's expression changed slightly.

Survival or destruction?

If survival itself was to destroy, was this really a choice?

Doubts in front of my mother's grave.

He was deeply moved: Hamlet's bewilderment, in some ways, is also his bewilderment.

They bear an irresistible fate, even if they do not agree with it. However, tobe, ornottobe, is there really a difference?

In the end, Hamlet died.

He felt relieved.

Her lover stopped speaking softly.

Liu Chang didn't say anything for a long time.

The woman kept looking at him, waiting for him to say something, but when no sound came, she could not help it. She yawned heavily, then rolled over to face the wall, slipped under the covers, and slipped into bed.

"My love," Willow finally said, looking at her little back. "Why would she like this story?"

"I don't know," replied the girl without turning her head. "I'll go to sleep first."

Liu Yan responded with a "En". She then moved like lightning, and once again pressed on her acupoints.

The woman stiffened and didn't protest. She had been lying down for eight or ten years, and she didn't mind.

As her lover thought this, he felt relaxed and fell asleep in a short while.

Willow looked at her as if she were looking at a monster. She looked at her lover, who had absolutely no idea that she had been imprisoned.

Then he climbed into bed and lay beside her, staring at the ceiling, thinking about things he couldn't figure out until dawn.

For three consecutive days, there was no news of her.

Yan Han quickly became haggard, and Leng Yan also felt that she had a certain responsibility as the number of people she sent to guard increased.

In addition to Hamlet, Liuxi listened to King Lear and Romeo and Juliet.

When talking about Juliet and Romeo, Liu Xi's lips slightly curled, and disdainfully said: "He actually killed himself for his emotions, what a stupid, even more stupid thing is that Li Ye clearly didn't die, and he even eagerly died! You don't even know how to feel your pulse! "

Yi Ren looked at him eagerly. "Ugh …" After half a day, he didn't know how to reply.

"Stupid!" In the end, Liu Xi hatefully cursed again.