"I wonder what else the No. 1 Scholar wants to say?" Luo Qingchen's eyebrows moved slightly, with a proud look in his eyes.
After a long time, Ye Yan shook his head helplessly, cupped his hands and said with a chuckle: "I'm glad you were defeated."
"Although Xiaoyue can be a bit impatient sometimes, I think you know her better than anyone else." Luo Qingchen gently touched Xiaoyue's head, looked at Ye Yan as a sister and said: "I won't do this kind of thing as a matchmaker. Just understand it yourself."
After the sound fell, she nodded slightly and walked towards the door.
Unexpectedly, Ye Yan called out to her.
She thought he was going to continue arguing with her, but she didn't expect that his words made her startled, and even her breathing became a little short.
"Girl, today I went to the palace to talk to the emperor about your attracting butterflies. The emperor was very interested and wanted to invite you and Xiaoyue to enter the palace together." Ye Yan continued with some embarrassment: "Although it is a bit hasty, it is true. I don't do things well, but if possible, I hope the girl can agree."
There was silence in the air. If a needle fell on the ground at this time, you would definitely hear it clearly.
The cold wind outside the window blew up the corners of her snow-white clothes and scattered her hair and the moon-white ribbon on her hair.
Seeing that no one had spoken for a long time, Xiaoyue gave Ye Yan a hard slap and said, "What's wrong with you? You make your own decisions without Sister Qing's permission. That's the Holy Emperor today. If Sister Qing doesn't If you go, won't you be guilty? Aren't you forcing others to make things difficult for you? You really went too far... Wuwuwuwu... "
As Xiaoyue said this, she couldn't help crying in grievance.
Ye Yan was stunned for a moment, seeing her tears falling down in large drops, and for a moment she didn't know what to do.
There are many problems in everything in the world, and if you give him some time, he can solve them. But Xiaoyue's problem is a dead end in his world and cannot be solved.
Although she cried often, he still felt depressed every time she cried, which was unpleasant.
"Don't cry. If the girl doesn't want to, you don't have to force me. All the blame will be borne by me alone..." He pursed his lips and frowned tightly.
"When?" Luo Qingchen took a deep breath, her eyes trembling slightly.
She was nervous, inexplicably nervous. My palms were sweating, and my fingertips were trembling slightly.
"Three days later, after the Holy Spirit has finished offering sacrifices to the late queen, we will enter the palace."
"good… "
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In the past three days, Ye Yan's last words have been lingering in her mind.
The late queen, seven years, time flies, seven years...
-Feng Qianche, are you okay
-Actually, I don't even have to ask such a stupid question, because I know you're not good.
Three days later, in the morning, there was still heavy snow in the sky, but the sky cleared slightly.
Ye Yan first took them into the palace through the side door and waited for the end of the sacrifice in the side palace.
"It's so big here! I think I'll get lost." Xiaoyue nervously pulled her sleeves and looked around.
Ye Yan frowned slightly, and just wanted to educate him, but he stopped talking when he spoke.
"Miss Qing, help me look at Xiaoyue. There is no need to go anywhere else in the palace. The coldness and killing will always escape the splendor and grandeur." Ye Yan glanced at the sky and said: "I'll go to the main hall first. Don't move around here. I'll hurry up." Just go back."
"Yes." Luo Qingchen nodded slightly and said, "Go!"
"Thank you girl!"
"The champion scholar who is so teachable does not look so annoying." (To be continued)