After My Death, The Villain Blackened Again

Chapter 42: The emperor who took his wife

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Luo Shangyi went to the table by himself, and put the chess pieces on the chessboard into the chess box one by one.

There were several letters on the table. Luo Shangyi tidied up the letters and carefully placed them in a sandalwood box at the side. She had received them countless times. She didn't need to read them to know that the contents of those letters were all the same.

After tidying up, she called again softly: "Your Majesty, it's time to go to bed."

She stepped forward, tugged Emperor Yuan's sleeve lightly, and said helplessly, "Your Majesty, there is still an early court tomorrow."

Emperor Yuan turned his head and glanced at her hand holding his sleeve, Luo Shangyi immediately withdrew his hand: "Your Majesty, are you flopping tonight?"

Emperor Yuan looked at Luo Shangyi, who lowered his head slightly, revealing a white and tender neck, and said, "Are there any young talents in the court that you like?"

Hearing this, Luo Shangyi raised his head with a pale face, and then knelt down in front of Emperor Yuan: "Your Majesty, I am the wife of the Ming family. If you don't want to take me in, I can only go back to the Ming family to observe the festival for General Ming."

Emperor Yuan pursed his lips slightly, Ah Yan was his woman, so he didn't need other women to keep his chastity for Ah Yan.

He kept this woman in the palace because he wanted her not to try to occupy Ah Yan.

Luo Shangyi didn't know that her words had offended Emperor Yuan. She raised her eyes and glanced at the young and vigorous emperor in aggrieved manner. She wanted to speak again, but she couldn't say anything.

She was very familiar with the handwriting on those letters that were repeatedly touched by the young emperor.

She thought she had learned the secret tenderness under the young emperor's hard exterior. The emperor's love was separated by life and death, and by gender, which made her feel really distressed...

Emperor Yuan interrupted Luo Shangyi's thoughts, his voice was cold and unquestionable: "The newly promoted Tanhualang is good, I will make you the county head, and we will be friends with him for a hundred years, go down, I will stay alone for a while."

Luo Shangyi's complexion was completely pale. She lost her composure and looked up, looking at the mighty emperor in front of her in disbelief. She never thought that one day she would leave the palace. She thought that even if she was not the favorite in the emperor's heart, she was still a must Replace that.

Emperor Yuan ignored her, he cut off the candle wick, and in the flickering candlelight, opened the box with the envelope again.

She wrote the same content in countless letters intercepted by Wucheng.

His Majesty:

See literally!

Ah Yan

Seeing the words is like face, the simple four words contain her countless expectations and hopes.

He slowly rubbed his fingers on the letter paper, touched the word "A Yan", and murmured: "A Yan."

Ah Yan, another winter is coming, is it snowing at the border, are you there, okay

Are you still waiting for me

The wind blew in from the window and lifted the letter paper in his hand, and the candle flame couldn't stand the cold wind and swayed from side to side.

He carefully put the letter paper back into the box, gathered his cloak, stood up and opened the lampshade, to cut long candle wicks.

The candlelight flickered in his eyes, and he felt in a trance that he seemed to be standing at the door.

It was she who cut the wick.

Her figure is as graceful and beautiful as Yushu Lanzhi.

She turned her head and called him "Prayer" with a smile on her face.

Her voice was clear and clear, like pearls and jade stirring in his heart, making circles of ripples that softened his heart.

"Ayan!" He reached out to embrace her, but it was in vain.

The candle fell to the ground, and the fire blazed up. He stood where he was, and under the light of the fire, he gradually became a black and elongated shadow.

Behind the wide-open windows are towering palaces.

This is his palace, this is his world.

But he is alone, with no beauty or confidant, the beauty and the hero are gone!

(end of this chapter)