The world is so wild, I want to go to Kang Kang

That night, the king and his subjects should have been drinking and chatting happily, expressing their loyalty to each other, and discussing their grand plans.

However, the new number one scholar heard people say that he was successful in officialdom but unsuccessful in love.

A month later, his wife died of illness, and her husband was sad to hear the news.

Another month passed, and the emperor welcomed his original wife back from the dead. Because the queen was indeed perfect, his original wife Shi reluctantly made her a noble concubine. From then on, she was the exclusive concubine of the harem, and the emperor's favor never ceased for more than ten years.

"Come on, it's her age, I want to go see her." Shi Yue spoke, interrupting his recollections.

This "see" is obviously not literal.

"Go quietly, just like before, and no one will know." Every year on her child's birthday, she would go out of the palace to see her. When her child was young, she would hug her close and kiss her little face.

Later, when the child had learned his lesson, I couldn’t get close to her, for fear that she would let something slip and cause unnecessary criticism.

She actually doesn't care about these things. She is not afraid of her reputation being damaged, but she is afraid of implicating Lailai and Tang'er.

No matter how much this relationship is pulled together, the real bad guy cannot be found.

She has lost her memory, and all the stories of her past are told to her by others. No matter how tragic or passionate the stories are, they sound like other people's stories, not hers.

Did Zhao Zhang do anything wrong? Perhaps his biggest mistake was not letting go. Shi Yue didn't remember him, and only recognized Wen Renyu. If he could let go and make things better for everyone, then this matter would be considered a happy one.

However, he did not lose his memory. He even remembered clearly the last time he saw her before he fainted that night.

Over the past three years, I have dreamed about her many times, but I couldn't hold her hand back from leaving. I watched her jump off the cliff, and my heart ached as if it was cut by a knife.

I woke up in the middle of the night, with only cold tear marks on my face and a wet pillow beside me.

How can he help others achieve their goals?

After finally getting it back, his mind was filled with thoughts about the future. He had no time to be rational and calm and analyze the pros and cons.

My sister wants to come back to me, and they will grow old together and have children and grandchildren around them.

So, he didn't give in.

No matter how gentle a monarch is, he is still the emperor of a country. Shi Yue doesn't want to recall that period of time.

Zhao Zhang didn't want to think about it even more.

Because that was the most unbearable, craziest, most pitiful and meanest period of his life.

Then Wen Renyu could not have been wrong, he just met the right person at the wrong time.

She was someone else's wife, and he came later, so they were inferior to her. Together, they were longing for the person in a higher position to be kind.

He saved her during the turbulent times and took care of her without asking for anything in return. It was very easy to fall in love with him.

The two met and fell in love naturally, and then promised to be together forever. They got married and gave birth to the fruit of their love.

If it weren't for Zhao Zhang, she firmly believed that they would have been one of the most loving couples in the world.

However, she couldn't bear to see him die for such a ridiculous fate, nor did she want him to give up everything he had gained through ten years of hard study and compromise.

"Sister, go if you want to." He didn't understand. He clearly wanted her to live a good life. But after she returned to him, it was far from what he expected.

Sister is not that happy.

"I have already sent a message to the Grand Tutor, asking you to meet her... them after the coming-of-age ceremony."

"Sister, please don't be so cautious when asking for my opinion. It makes me uncomfortable."

He said, his voice choking, and laid his head on her lap.

Shi Yue somehow touched his fragile heart, and he lowered his head to look into his eyes.

"Crying?" It looked a little red, and sparkling inside, as if pearls might fall out at any time.

"You really cried," she felt the wetness in her hands and hurried to wipe it for him, "Oh, you are so delicate, I didn't cry, why are you crying."

It is she, not him, who has a hard time seeing his own flesh and blood.

He complained with his mouth but his hands never stopped. This man is really made of water and he always cries better than her.

"You're being petty again. You're obviously unhappy, but you still act so carefree and generous." She complained about him mercilessly.

Over the years, he has loved Lailai very much. If there is anything rare in the palace, he would give it to the tutor in a roundabout way, and finally it would end up in Lailai's hands.

However, he was also wary of Wen Renyu, fearing that he would use the child to cause trouble. He was also afraid that when she went to see the child, she would see him again and their old feelings would rekindle.

She can see clearly what people are afraid of and what they are wary of.

"I'm not pretending to be generous," he didn't like this evaluation, "I admit that I care about your past with him, but no matter how painful it is, I will endure it." Mainly because he was afraid that she would be unhappy.

"I just don't want my sister to be sad."

She was stuck in the middle and didn't know what to do. He didn't want her to be distracted by other things. He was a grown man and he just had to endure it.

Shi Yue is not a heartless person. Over the years, she has seen his sincerity and thoughtfulness.

With an idea in mind, he pulled his other hand out from under his head and covered his face with it again.

Start at the forehead and trace downward.

Everything is smooth and flat, with only a few extremely fine lines at the corners of the eyes.

The emperor was a supreme ruler, enjoying a supreme status while shouldering the heavy responsibility of a country. The previous emperor's incompetence in his later years was like a sword hanging over his head, and if he made a wrong step, the blade would break his bones and pierce his body.

He is not as smart as the first prince, nor as cruel as the third prince.

He was originally an idle prince who had nothing to do with the throne. He didn't get into trouble, didn't think about things he shouldn't have, and spent his life guarding his own palace in an orderly manner.

Unfortunately, fate was unpredictable and he became the emperor.

He led his troops to fight wars as soon as he ascended the throne, and no one cared that he was a weak scholar.

Later, the country was finally stabilized and began to explore ways to govern the country step by step.

Working hard, but unable to do anything.

Maybe it was because she had lived with him for so long that she couldn't really ignore it, or maybe it was her subconscious mind that had forgotten about it.

She felt particularly sorry for him at this moment.

"Sister, you are still so beautiful and young." He felt her hand lingering on the corner of his eyes and thought it was his wrinkles that made her feel emotional.

Looking closely at his elder sister, she was truly stunningly beautiful, just as she had been before.

If it weren't for their childhood friendship, how could he have been able to get the upper hand and win the heart of the famous noble lady of the Jin Dynasty.

After looking at it for a long time, his heart began to itch, and his body reacted faster than his heart, with a surge of desire rising from his abdomen.

He tilted his head back to reach her red lips.

I nodded lightly, not satisfied.

At it again.

He vowed to pull that noble and beautiful goddess down and perish together with her.

Slowly increasing the strength, peeling away the annoying complexity.

I feel confused and emotional.

"Chengyu, go to the couch." Although it was new, the posture was very awkward.

"My neck hurts and my waist is sore."

The sound was gentle, like a feather passing by your ears.

What's there to be dissatisfied about? It's not often that I hear my elder sister speak in such a soft and gentle tone.

He stood up, picked up his beloved lover, who had become as soft as a pool of water, by the waist, and walked into the depths of the curtain.

"Sister, can you stay longer tonight?"