Rong Changan is now as cold as if he came down from an iceberg.
"Chang'an, you..." Although Yan Li's injuries were healed, he felt a sense of suffocation in his heart. Rong Chang'an's cold attitude was like a knife passing through his heart.
Rong Changan raised his crescent eyebrows and scolded: "Yan Yushi, I am the current queen, how can you call me by my name lightly? You want to call me queen, do you understand?"
Yan Li gritted his teeth, and stared at Rong Chang'an fiercely.
"If I hear you say the word Chang'an again, be careful and I will tell the current emperor!"
Rong Changan waved his sleeves coldly, and hurriedly passed Yan Li, but when she passed by, Yan Li clearly saw a trace of tenderness in her eyes.
"What's wrong with General Rong?" Song Qiang was also stunned by Rong Chang'an's aura just now, that high and cold posture was really like a queen. "In order to save you, she invited Jin Renxin to climb the cliff to pick elderberries for you. She also cooked medicinal soup for you in the past two days. She was obviously very good to Yan Yushi. Why did she suddenly change her appearance, as if It's like having a grudge against you."
"Who knows!" Yan Li spit out these few words from his mouth.
Maybe he should ask Rong Changan for a proper question.
At night, the wind is clear and the moon is white. After the new rain, the disaster situation has eased, the sky is clear, and the moon is shining in the sky. In the air, there was the faint sound of a flute leisurely, ethereal, like fairy music.
Rong Changan couldn't hear such a melodious and clear flute sound even in the palace. This person must have a deep understanding of rhythm and be full of emotion, so he can play such a beautiful and touching tune. Rong Changan was awakened by this song, so he also wanted to see what this person looked like.
With the lessons learned from the last assassination, Rong Changan didn't wear a floor-length skirt, but only wore a beige and a pair of white silk shoes. Following the sound, he came to the Rain Prayer Altar without knowing it. Under the quiet moonlight, the man stood on the altar with a wide robe and big sleeves, with a flute lying on his lips, and the evening breeze gently swayed the skirt of his body, floating like a fairy.
"May I ask who is the flute player? Such a beautiful voice, such a sad tune, does this gentleman have a permanent feeling in his heart?"
Rong Changan jumped onto the altar of praying for rain, and floated towards the flute player like a cloud.
The sound of the flute suddenly broke and was replaced by a cold and slightly hoarse voice.
"If I don't use the flute, I'm afraid you won't come out!"
It turned out to be him! Yan Li can also play such a nice flute sound
When he said that, Yan Li had already turned his face. Yan Li's skin was fair, and in the dark night, under the reflection of the moonlight, it looked so radiant. But there was a trace of resentment in his eyes.
"I didn't expect you to be able to play such a beautiful flute sound. You are really all-rounder. And even when the injury is just right, the breath is still so abundant, I really admire it!"
Yan Li approached Rong Changan step by step under the moonlight.
"Is it just admiration?"
As he got closer and closer, Rong Changan's heart beat more and more violently.
"I don't understand what Yan Yushi means."
Yan Li snorted coldly: "You understand, but pretend not to understand! Do you know how much your words hurt me today!"
"I've always been talking to you like this, don't you know?" Yan Li was already standing less than a foot away from her, Rong Chang'an was covered by a strong manly aura. She squeezed her fists, trying to relax herself a bit.
"Then why did you save me? Why did you disregard face and beg a weird Jin Renxin? For me, you climbed the cliff again, risked your life, and picked bone grass for me. If you just admired it, would you do it like this? ?”
Rong Changan was afraid of facing Yan Li, so he turned his face and turned his back to him.
"It was you who saved me first, and then I will save you. Don't you know the truth of repaying your life-saving grace? I, Chang'an, have lived in the army all year round, so I naturally hold this truth deeply in my heart. Don't say it's you, if someone else has the grace to save my life, I will help." Suddenly, a sneer appeared in the corner of Rong Chang'an's eyes, "Yan Yushi, it seems that you are thinking too much, right?"
"I won't think too much, you... You must have me in your heart!"
Excited, Yan Li put his hand on Rong Changan's shoulder, and Rong Changan's body trembled slightly.
"Presumptuous! I am the empress, you are acting so frivolously, be careful I will sue you to the emperor, and see if you can't afford it!"
Yan Li looked at Rong Changan's back coldly: "I don't believe you will sue me to the emperor."
Rong Changan sneered, and turned his face, with anger on his face: "You don't believe it? Let's wait and see."
"Chang'an, when will you let go of your disguise and see people with your true colors?" Yan Li said.
Rong Changan shook his shoulders, shook off Yan Li's hand, and moved two steps forward.
"This is the real me."
"I don't believe it!" Yan Li's eyes lit up suddenly, he stretched out his ape arms, and hugged Rong Changan from behind. "Chang'an, since the last time in the palace..."
Snapped!
A loud slap hit Yan Li's left cheek, like lighting up an oil lamp. Yan Li covered his face and looked at Rong Chang'an angrily.
Rong Changan was out of breath, and his body was shaking violently.
"Yan Li, I am warning you now, don't think that you can do whatever you want to me just because you saved my life. I am the emperor's wife, and I am the queen of Dajing Kingdom. Because of your behavior just now, I can behead you at any time !"
The corner of Yan Li's mouth suddenly curled into a mocking smile, not only laughing at himself, but also at Chang'an.
"Instead of torture like this, you might as well just kill me, it's more convenient!"
What happened to Yan Li in front of him? Could it be that after being injured, people become vulnerable? What about the revenge in his chest? What about the spirit of forbearance in him
For Rong Chang'an, he doesn't want anything!
Rong Chang'an was really afraid that he would be moved by him, and then went to comfort him, which would make him push his feet. She must not be soft-hearted, she must be as hard as iron.
"Hmph, Yan Li, do it yourself!"
Rong Changan originally wanted to appreciate the beautiful sound of the flute, but he ran into an infatuated kind.
Rong Changan returned to the post house, lay down and put on his clothes, unable to fall asleep for a long time. The moonlight sneaked in through the gap of the paper window and shone on her face, like a big soft hand stroking her skin.
At this time, is Yan Li still on the altar of praying for rain? Would her decisive attitude just now make him sad
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The capital, the imperial palace.
Li Hai half-lyed on the royal tower to watch the memorial, the candles were shining brightly, and all kinds of gold-coated utensils were shining brightly.
A man who looked like a pawn was kneeling on the ground, not daring to raise his head, his forehead was always pressed against the ground, and the clothes and shoes on his body were still covered with dust.