emperor cold concubine

Chapter 227
Leaving the messy imperial study room, the two avoided the patrolling of the Imperial Forest Army, left the luxurious palace, bypassed pavilions, small bridges and flowing water, and walked slowly all the way to the quiet and fragrant imperial garden.

In the dark night, you can't see your fingers, only the night wind blows gently on your face, which makes you feel cool and comfortable.

There is silence everywhere, no one is in the huge imperial garden, and the precious flowers of all colors and colors blooming in the daytime are also silently restraining their fragrance, only the fragrance floating in the air seems to never Disappeared, clear and shallow penetrated into the tip of the nose, making people feel that even in the silent night, they can clearly feel a burst of peace from the soul.

Ye Wanqing took a deep breath, sniffing the pleasant fragrance under the tip of her nose, the corners of her mouth unconsciously raised a comfortable arc, and suddenly felt that all the anxiety caused by the disappearance of someone without saying goodbye during this period of time The anger and rage seemed to have disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"I have been separated from the harem for a long time, and I don't usually have much leisure and elegance. Although this imperial garden is full of flowers all year round, I haven't visited here for a long time."

"It can be seen." There is not even a guard, it is pitch black, and there is no light at all, which shows the degree of neglect here.

Qi Lang walked side by side with her, he didn't feel anything wrong, he was not a pedantic and old-fashioned person who put too much emphasis on the way of a monarch and his ministers, not to mention that in his eyes, the other party was always just a woman who kept pestering him.

For an ancient empress, he really couldn't bring up the slightest awe and fear.

"There is a light lake tower in front of it. There is light there, but it is located in a remote place. Even if we stay until dawn, no one will notice it." The Queen's voice was calm, even hiding a trace of imperceptible softness. The furious appearance is like two different people.

Qi Lang nodded indifferently.

He came to the palace tonight only because he needed to win her cooperation in dealing with Situ Wanrou, other matters were not important.

The pitch-black night did not affect the two's ability to see things in the dark at all, and some words were even more convenient to say only when they did not have to face each other and the other party did exist.

"Priest Hall, are you not planning to go back?"

Qi Lang nodded, regardless of whether the other party could see it or not, "I don't like the life in the priest's hall. Your Majesty can announce the death of the high priest to the subjects of the world, and then ask the priest's hall to choose a truly holy and flawless high priest who will serve the gods wholeheartedly."

"Do you think anyone can be the high priest?" The queen's faint voice sounded a little quiet in the dark, even though the high priest respected by everyone from the royal family to the common people was right in front of her. Announcing her resignation did not seem like a big deal to her.

The queen paused and didn't speak for a long while. Qi Lang felt strange, and just about to ask, she heard her say again: "If the temple of priests disappears in Jiuluo, how much shock and panic will it cause?"

"Your Majesty, what are you talking about?" Qi Lang frowned.

With the disappearance of the temple of priests, Jiuluo may cease to exist. All Jiuluo people have persisted in the thought that has been passed down for thousands of years. Jiuluo returned home with the blessing of the gods. carry on.

"If you don't go back to the priest's hall, where are you going?" Her Majesty the Queen didn't answer his question, but asked lightly.

Qi Lang said: "I don't know yet, I should leave Jiuluo after this period of time..."

"I'm not sure." Ye Wanqing interrupted his unfinished words, paused in her footsteps, and then continued to walk forward, with a bit of cold anger and gnashing of teeth in her soft voice, "...Bai Qilang, I really don't know what your heart is made of, could it be that you really have a heart of stone?"

Although she couldn't see her expression clearly, but it was too quiet night, Jiao Qi Lang could clearly feel the unwillingness and a few traces of pain in Her Majesty's words, so she couldn't help but keep silent.

This woman... is it true to him?
After a moment of silence, Qi Lang said lightly: "Your Majesty, your identity is destined to make it impossible between us."

Trivial topics, same excuses.

"What if I am no longer the empress?" Ye Wanqing sneered in the dark night, "Bai Qilang, if I am no longer the emperor, do you have any other excuses to reject me?"

Qi Lang was taken aback, "What did you say?"

"I said, I won't be the emperor anymore, are you willing to marry me?" The empress repeated patiently, and added lightly, "I can assure you, I'm still a big girl with yellow flowers."

The matter of whether she is the eldest daughter of Huanghua obviously does not attract Qi Lang's attention at present, all his attention and attention are focused on her words "I will not be the emperor anymore".

"Don't be the emperor... Are you out of your mind?"

He didn't ask her narcissistically if everything was because of him. Since ancient times, there are many men who love beauty but not country, but if the roles are reversed, he will definitely not think this is something worth showing off.

"This future world belongs to Cang Yue." When she said these words, the voice of Her Majesty the Empress, who had been on the throne for nine years, was too quiet, without a trace of resignation or hatred, as if she had seen through the world of mortals, her heart was like an ancient well, calm and calm.

At this moment, in this dark night, Qi Lang suddenly felt a kind of peaceful and gentle demeanor similar to that of Xie Changting, as if how the general situation of the world develops has nothing to do with her, the king of a country.

It also seems that she is a prophet who has already seen all the opportunities, and casually stated the future of the world.

However, this feeling came from a woman who still had a bad temper. It was really weird that she would be angry and beheaded a woman who killed [-] soldiers because of the disappearance of the high priest.

"Bai Qilang, you haven't answered my question yet."

"..." Qi Lang was stunned for a moment, thought for a while, but didn't know how to answer. After thinking for a while, he hesitated and said: "I don't know yet, this kind of thing can't be done just by thinking about it. It takes a while to think about it.”

"How long does it take to think about it?" Ye Wan asked calmly.

"I don't know." Qi Lang looked distressed, "Are you really going to give up the throne? Is it worth it for a man?"

"Whether it's worth it or not, you don't have to worry about it. You can just take it as the fact that I don't want to be a king of subjugation." I never thought that one day I would be able to walk leisurely in the night with this person by my side, lightly saying that the world belongs to the emotional choice. The problem is, although the irritability and anxiety of these days are still in front of my eyes, Ye Wanqing has never felt so at ease for a moment, and even faintly gave birth to a sweet feeling.

(End of this chapter)