In Xuande Hall, a candle was lit up alone, and there was no one serving the palace in the huge palace.

Even the candlelight that seemed to be dissipated as soon as the wind blew was not as charming as the maid's palace lantern in the side hall of Yatang Palace, but who could say that the lights here were weaker than the palace lanterns?

Mingxiluo subconsciously clenched his fist and continued to sit in front of the window and looked at the hands on the table in his position after he came back.

He could not believe that he would attack Xiang Xinci, and he would leave no room for anything!

Ming Xiluo let go of his clenched fist with a cold expression. He admitted that he hated her at that time, but he was more sure that he was more resentful of himself for repeatedly coming forward and ending up like this. The resentment he wanted to vent was definitely not something that could be understood by death. When he was most angry, he was nothing more than watching her beg for mercy, let her beg for but not to lose everything, rather than killing her!

How could her life relieve his resentment? But when she was beside her bed, he was just shivering in his mind, and his hands seemed to be uncontrolled to kill her. He ignored the consequences and penetrated into the bone marrow. She would not stop hating her until she died.

Mingxiluo frowned. He wanted to kill her deep down?

Mingxiluo put his hand on the table and looked out the window again, his expression getting colder, and he was very sure that he had no... Because he had no position, he felt more powerless than wanting her to die. The hatred at that moment, his pleasure had no basis.

Moreover, even if he wants to be honest, he will not... he will do so...

But Mincilo cannot deny that feeling seems to belong to him, which is the most confusing to him. It shouldn't belong to him but belongs to him... It's very contradictory, right?

Until now, Mingxiluo couldn't believe that he wanted to kill Xiang Xinci with his own hands for a moment. He was so extreme and without any room for anything, but he did it.

Now Ming Xiluo didn't even explain. Xinci thought it was his original intention, so why bother him and make him even more embarrassed?

Chang'an bowed and stood outside the door with his meal, looking anxious. The emperor had not eaten for a day and had just returned from Yatang Palace and was so weak that he didn't allow him to hire an imperial physician. How could this be done?

Chang'an looked at the cold food, gritted his teeth, patted the door, and called carefully: "The Emperor..."

The Xuande Hall was quiet.

"emperor……"

The only candlelight in the hall was in a daze with the wind outside the window, and slowly calmed down.

"emperor……"

Mingxiluo held his forehead tiredly: "Come in." His voice was low and hoarse, exhausted and weak.

Chang'an is so amnesty: "Yes."

...

An Shenxiang was lit in Xuande Hall.

Chang'an took away the night food prepared for the emperor intact, and looked at the emperor's figure who was reviewing the notes under the candlelight. Before leaving, he added a few more pieces of calming the gods into the incense burner.

The candlelight burns quietly, and the red pen falls smoothly on the paper leaves, moving towards the stability of the world and the cause and effect, and the figure reflected on the window is thin and peaceful.

Mingxiluo rubbed his eyebrows and took a sip of tea.

The moonlight gradually faded, and Ming Xiluo seemed to see the familiar dream again in the hazy state. She walked beside him in a vermilion wedding dress, young and beautiful, bright and charming.

Mingxiluo seemed to be a bystander on the beam of the room, looking at the scene she had seen more than once, and also seeing clearly her impatientness with the chief's wedding in the courtyard.

And the person who "plays" him can easily see through his admiration and joy no matter how many times he is.

Ming Xiluo looked at him coldly. He had a good comment before, but today he was not interested. He had nothing to see. They didn't even have the happiness of seeing each other for a flash of time.

The woman in red was engraved with a high above her bones. She looked at the "man" at first sight. As for the people in Ming's family in the future, I'm afraid that the seventh lady would not know at all.

This marriage is not a matter of getting two people together. From beginning to end, it is just that the woman reaches the age of marriage and she should have a marriage.

Mingxiluo was too lazy to watch it, and the scene kept turning around and could not shake him at all. Everything here was not as good as the night, and the scenery at dawn was attractive.

The noise in the picture became more and more frequent, and Mingxilo looked up at the sky without any interest in it.

Men's helplessness and concessions are common, while women's pressing step by step...

Ming Xiluo suddenly felt that it should not be a step-by-step press. The high-ranking Miss Xiang family was just living the life she was used to, enjoying everything that belonged to her, and not wanting to change it for anyone.

After the man married a woman, he was run by the Lingguo Duke's Office in private and was promoted to the next level at the end of the year. His former mentor and father-in-law even talked about it after the woman became pregnant and rarely lost her composure after drinking, paving the broad road for him.

Ming Xiluo, who had been looking up at the sky, suddenly felt that if the man hadn't been too persistent and wanted a vague response, it would have been a perfect marriage.

A wife who is not very troublesome and strong, a young man who urgently needs a stage to show his talents, isn’t it a natural world to make everyone what he needs?

So, why did that man have to force others? Taking advantage of the power and status he has obtained, a rare opportunity to show his grand plan. It is not good to lie in the beautiful knees drunk, why bother embarrass everyone?

Ming Xiluo, who looked up at the sky, closed his eyes unconsciously and affirmed his objective comments.

Suddenly, Mingxiluo felt the sky dark.

He slowly opened his eyes, and a figure that was exactly the same as him appeared in front of him, but it was different. He was older, and the scenery below was almost distorted and no longer changed.

Ming Xiluo was a little serious and put away his carelessness.

"Ming Xiluo" was wearing a flowing, wide-sleeved black shirt, and a dragon-patterned jade pendant hanging around her waist. She quietly floated in the palace with him at the same time. Her eyes revealed her resentment towards this person like a father and a son, and her voice was even more like an evil ghost in the abyss: "What did you think just now?" word by word.

Mingxiluo's voice was slower than him. This kind of dream was repeated again and again, what was the meaning? Mingxiluo's voice was full of mockery: "I was wrong."

"Mingxiluo" was in anger in an instant, and the steaming black abyss swept across the entire dream in an instant. He seemed to be offended, crushing all colors in an instant, and rushed towards Mingxiluo with ferocious blood and tears in his scarlet eyes, with a hideous and sad face: "Get out!"

Ming Xiluo suddenly woke up, and the red pen in his hand fell down, and a dazzling mark appeared. The candlelight swayed for a moment and returned to calm. A bright color appeared outside the window.

Ming Xiluo realized that he had just fallen asleep and had a dream that was not innovative but was different because of the "demon obstacles" in his heart.

Ming Xiluo put the red pen back in place and rubbed his eyebrows. It was a bit ridiculous. The person in the dream was even more ridiculous than he could imagine, right?
Chapter completed!