Chapter 307 (1/2)

The moonlight is bright today.

But Qian Yu didn't want to sleep. All that remained in her mind were the scars on Yun Jiao's neck.

He once thought that he should have stopped thinking about Yun Jiao. Even to himself, she was just a chess piece, which could be put anywhere and let her make any sacrifice. But when he saw the scar on her neck with his own eyes and saw her lying in a pool of blood, his heart was pulled hard.

Only then did he know that he had never really regarded her as a chess piece.

Originally, on such a night, he might go to any imperial concubine for a night, but today he was not interested at all. Walking on the familiar path of the Imperial Palace, he was full of her voice and smile. He didn't think she was so annoying before, but today she has become particularly annoying.

Unknowingly, he came here, and then unknowingly, he came here.

He didn't know what kind of mood he was in. He just felt that there was a stone on his heart, which made him gasp.

The long depression made him unable to breathe. If he went on like this, he felt he would suffocate.

Qian Yu kicked Cui Huan.

Cuihuan woke up with a start. She sat on the ground blankly and looked up at Qian Yu. Suddenly, she was scared to three souls and seven souls, and hurriedly fell on the ground: ”emperor.”

”Go down.”

”Emperor?” Cuihuan doesn't dare to go. She's not sure about Qianyu's attitude towards yunjiao.

If you say he doesn't like it, but sometimes he dotes on Yun Jiao. If you say he likes it, he is also the person who hurts Yun Jiao the most. He is really an emotional person. He makes you live when he thinks of joy and die when he thinks of evil.

What if she retreats and the emperor kills Yun Jiao with a sword?

Qian Yu seemed to understand her worry and sat by the bed: ”don't worry, I just want to talk to her.”

Cuihuan carefully raised her eyes: ”Emperor...”

”Go down.”

”Yes.”

Cuihuan answered and turned back, but she didn't go far, but stayed at the door and listened carefully to the movement inside.

Qian Yu doesn't know whether it's because his mind is not here or what's going on. He really doesn't find Yi Xiaoqiao and others. He sits by the bed, gently holding Yun Jiao's hand. His face is soft and with unspeakable tenderness. That's what Yi Xiaoqiao has never seen before.

In the past, he also showed a gentle side to Yi Xiaoqiao, but different from this time, at this time, he was so gentle that his eyes could overflow water. He looked at Yun Jiao gently, as if he was looking after the only treasure in the world. His eyes were too gentle and spoiled. If he didn't really like Yun Jiao, Yi Xiaoqiao didn't believe it.

A person can disguise, but he can't disguise so affectionately, and he won't disguise when no one is, unless he has found them and wants to perform for them.

Yi Xiaoqiao thought, this possibility is very small. He hasn't seen them since he came in. He shouldn't know. Besides, he has nothing to show his deep feelings to a concubine who was forced to death. Is it to tell others that he is still affectionate and righteous?

So it's definitely impossible.

That's really like it?

But if he really likes Yun Jiao, why let Yun Jiao marry Mu Yi'an?

Is this man

Fine points?

”I'm late.”

When Yi Xiaoqiao heard Qian Yu's voice, he immediately pricked up his ears to listen. Then he heard his choking voice and looked intently. He was really crying, but he still had a smile on his face when crying. He looked a little strange and inexplicably distressing.

Yi Xiaoqiao was a little stunned and temporarily stuck in his head.