Chapter 898
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"What transplanting seedlings, sowing seeds, what are you talking about?" Liu Ruyan came over and curiously stared at the two of them.
"No, nothing." The two of them guiltily turned their faces away. They didn't dare to tell Liu Ruyan what happened that night.
If his highness found out that they were the ones who forced him to sleep with Nangong Rou and even made Nangong Rou pregnant, he would definitely beat them to death.
If the three of them hadn't blindly interfered at the time, his highness might have already chased Nangong Rou away.
"Tch, I know even if you don't tell me." Liu Ruyan mysteriously said.
"What do you know?" The two of them nervously asked.
Liu Ruyan rolled his eyes at them, "His highness is a farmer. He planted seedlings on the land of Concubine Rou and in the end, it grew rice. Isn't that what happened? What's there to hide? With my intelligence, I know even if you don't tell me. "
After saying this, he thought he was smart and walked away with a smug look on his face.
"..." Mo Li and Mo Zhu's mouths fiercely twitched.
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After the crowd dispersed, the hall fell into silence.
Chu Xuanchen's body was shrouded in shadows. He poured himself a cup of wine and raised his head to drink.
This aged pear blossom spring wine was very strong. As soon as the wine entered his mouth, he felt a burning sensation in his throat. As the wine entered his lungs, it swirled around his intestines. After hundreds of twists and turns, the light sorrow didn't disappear and instead, it filled his heart with depression.
As the saying goes, intoxicating people is just wine with flowers. The flowers are beauties, and the wine is sorrow.
Who said that wine could relieve sorrow?
This wine was sorrow. The more one drank, the drunker one became, and the more one drank, the more sorrow one felt.
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Night quickly arrived. The weather was getting better and better. The night wasn't that cold anymore, but it was a bit chilly.
Yun Ruoyue walked out of her room and went to the courtyard to look at the stars by herself.
mark(“zhong“);
She wasn't in a good mood today and didn't want anyone to disturb her, so she had Fung and the others do their embroidery in the room. There was no need to follow her.
She wanted to be alone for a while.
Tonight, the moonlight was hazy, and there were only a few lonely stars in the sky. They were very far away, and the starlight was very weak. You had to look carefully to see that they were trying to shine.
Unfortunately, no matter how hard they tried, under the cover of the clouds, they could only emit a faint glow.
This kind of loneliness was just like her.
On the opposite side of the Star Pavilion, the lights were dim and there was no sound. It was truly a quiet and cold night.
Suddenly, a creaking sound was heard. It was the sound of a foot stepping on a tree branch.
Yun Ruoyue turned around and saw a black and noble figure walking out from under the pear tree.
Chu Xuanchen. Why was he here? And why was he standing under the pear tree in her courtyard?
From the looks of it, he seemed to have been standing here for a long time.
"Why are you here?" As soon as Yun Ruoyue opened her mouth, she found that her voice was trembling and choking with sobs.
When she thought about Nangong Rou's pregnancy, her heart ached, and her eyes turned red.
"Wang has been waiting for you here for a long time. You finally came out." Chu Xuanchen walked over and looked at Yun Ruoyue with heartache.
Yun Ruoyue looked at him in shock. "When did you come? Why didn't you go in? It's so cold standing here. "
As soon as he walked over, she smelled a strong scent of alcohol. It was obvious that he had drunk a lot of wine.
A light breeze blew, and the slightly tipsy smell of alcohol actually had a hint of a pleasant smell.
The faint scent of alcohol refreshed the heart and made one's heart flutter.
"Are you cold? Wang only feels that it's very cool. It's not cold at all. " As Chu Xuanchen spoke, he had already taken off his robe and gently draped it over Yun Ruoyue's body. He even helped her gather her hair. His voice was gentle and low. "Are you still cold?"
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