Chapter 51
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After a long time, she saw that the man couldn't help but loosen the strength of his hand, and his gentle eyes looked at her: "Guifei is right, it's really not good to be the emperor, there are too many involuntary actions."
He put down the memorial in his hand and walked towards her slowly.
Seeing this, Shen Yueji immediately sat up straight.
"Emperor, I just said it casually, don't be angry."
"Why should I be angry? Gao Dezhong, bring me a coat. "
"Yes, emperor."
"Where is the emperor going?"
"You will know when you get there."
The man's voice was a little melancholy, and after saying this, he went out.
Shen Yueji reacted and quickly caught up.
Feng Jiuqing didn't call the dragon carriage. The night was very dark, and the thin moonlight was cold and could only illuminate some roads.
Zhang Huaide took a cloak and quickly caught up.
He carried a lamp in his hand and quickly ran to the front of the emperor to light the way.
"Emperor, the wind is cold and dew is heavy at night, put on your coat first, be careful not to catch a cold."
Taking the cloak he handed over, Feng Jiuqing pulled the little woman who was struggling to catch up with him to the front and put it on her personally.
Shen Yueji was flattered: "Emperor, do you love me so much?"
The man raised his eyebrows, the night was as cold as water, and his gentle eyes were a little more cold.
"What do you mean by this, Guifei, do you think I don't love you?"
"No, I just think — — Oh."
Her head was flicked by him, Shen Yueji felt pain, and covered her aching head: "Why did the emperor hit me?"
"Keep up."
Shen Yueji's almond-shaped eyes glared at him and angrily followed behind him.
The man didn't walk fast, but he was tall and slender. She had to take two small steps to catch up with him.
The night was very dark, and the lamp in Gao Dezhong's hand could only see a small piece of road in front of him.
The road in front of her became more and more familiar. At the end of the road, Shen Yueji looked up at the familiar palace.
The three big characters of Diaoyang Palace were once given by him.
She lowered her voice, and her eyes were shining and cold: "Emperor, why did you bring me to the former Empress's palace?"
Feng Jiuqing didn't speak, and naturally didn't notice her reaction.
He stepped into the hall without saying a word.
Gao Dezhong tactfully went in and lit the candles, illuminating everything in the main hall.
It was still the same as before and had not changed at all. It was still clean and spotless. The huge Diao Yang Palace had not been completely abandoned because of her departure.
Shen Yueji bit her lips, "So there are people who clean this Diaoyang Palace every day. This concubine thought that it was covered in cobwebs."
"This place is still the same as before. Every day, I will let them come in and clean."
The man lowered his head and smiled faintly, his big hand landing on the small square tea set on the coffee table.
"Every day, when I'm tired from reviewing memorials, I'll come here to take a look."
"What are you looking at?"
These three words stunned Feng Jiuqing. His pitch-black eyes flashed with complex and painful emotions.
"We also do not know exactly what we have come here to see."
But he came here, this place, would make him feel warm, would warm his heart. It would make him feel that he was not alone, and that there was a familiar aura accompanying him.
Just now, she said that what was so good about being an Emperor? He couldn't be like the ordinary people, eating and sleeping when he wanted.
He was burdened with so much responsibility.
He didn't know why, but he suddenly wanted to come here, wanted to come here to take a look.
It was empty, and he couldn't see anything.
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