The palace made of jade is empty, showing the coldness of the palace.
In the hall, there is a soft collapse, on which lies a man who is so beautiful that he is not like a mortal.
His facial features are well-defined, gorgeous and exquisite as a work of art carefully carved by God.
Under the slender eyebrows, the slender and thick eyelashes are like two small brushes.
The phoenix eyes were slightly raised, and the corners of the eyes were slightly upturned. The purple and silver pupils were glowing with a mysterious light, and the pupils were deep and charming.
The bridge of the nose is straight, just right, with perfect proportions like the golden section.
The thin lips showed a faint pink color, and the corners of the mouth rose slightly, with a fragile tenderness in the arc.
He wore a pale blue robe, worn loosely on the body, and covered with a coat of the same color. The turquoise color of the green bamboo smeared out, making his whole person more and more graceful.
The blossoming green lotus pattern is embroidered on the cuffs of the robe corner, and the extremely vivid green reflects the elegance and elegance of a lotus.
If you are seen by someone, you must compliment: What a beautiful gentleman like a lotus!
His appearance, but he was born extremely beautiful, so beautiful, like a lotus in full bloom, with desperate despair in his elegance.
The more it blooms, the closer it is to withering.
"Yan Yan..."
The man looked down at his fingers in a daze, and an unconscious call escaped from his thin lips.
His hands are also beautiful, with slender fingers as white as jade.
The man lowered his eyes slightly, his eyelashes covering all emotions in his eyes like a small brush.
"Are you... reluctant to come back?"
He slowly opened his eyes, and there was sadness in them enough to drown anyone.
Suddenly someone walked in from the outside, dressed in a black long gown, and his appearance was good, but in front of the man in Tsing Yi, he completely lost his color and became a foil.
He respectfully half-kneeled in front of the man in Tsing Yi, and said in a deep voice:
"Honored Lord, there is still no news about Huang Yan."
"Well, I got it."
The man in Tsing Yi leaned languidly, his eyes fell deeply, making people unable to see his inner thoughts.
His voice is cold, without the slightest emotion, and there is no trace of emotion on his face.
Silent raised his head to look at the beauties of the lord's beautifying face. After hesitating for a while, he still couldn't help but ask in confusion:
"Huang Yan has fallen for so many years, why is the Lord so sure that she will come back again?"
"Hehe... If she dies, how can Suo live alone?"
The man in Tsing Yi rubbed his fingers gently, and the lotus-shaped ring on his right middle finger smiled very lightly.
Smile and pour into the country, then smile and pour into the city. That's probably the case, right
Silent thought secretly, lowered his head and stopped retorting.
"My lord... he may not have appeared for many years. If he hadn't felt the aura of my lord, he would almost think that... the lord has also fallen..."
Silent said suddenly, with a trace of nostalgia and melancholy in his expression.
Thinking how good the relationship between the Lord and the Lord was at the beginning, everything has changed since that woman, Huang Yan, appeared.
Sure enough, since ancient times, it has been a disaster for beauty! If it hadn't been for the appearance of Huang Yan, how could the Lord and the Lord turn against each other
The roots of troubles! The roots of troubles! !
Even if he knew the news of Huang Yan, he would never let the Lord know, he didn't want the Lord to do anything because of that woman!
"You mean Su? He is in the Tower of Time."
The man in Tsing Yi suddenly raised his lips and smiled, as if he was very happy to see the man in pain.
Only at the moment when he lowered his eyes, a touch of sadness and loss flashed across his eyes very quickly.