Arrogant General Hard To Pursue

After thoroughly understanding the barracks, Zhuo Yukun returned to the palace.

But there was a man waiting for him outside the palace. He didn't know how many times he had been here.

After seeing the carriage, Zhuo Yukun didn't say much. He also recognized that it was Yuan Yan's carriage, but he didn't bother to say more. Zhuo Yukun didn't know why she was so cold to the woman she loved before. Maybe she became heartless when she woke up. It was also a pity for the girl.

Yuan Yan lifted the curtain of the car and looked outside. It happened that Lord Yong was full of tenderness in her eyes.

But Zhuo Yukun didn't stop, or even look more, so he directly entered the palace.

Seeing the prince's indifferent departure, Yuan Yan's whole smile disappeared in an instant.

The coachman nearby dared not speak. After all, the young lady looked in a bad mood.

Sitting back in the car, Yuan Yan looked at a delicate box in the car and directly reached out to hit the box.

When the coachman outside heard the sound, he said, "Miss, do you want to go back to the house. Didn't you say you were going to see the queen today? "

Yuan Yan said, "wait a minute."

Hearing such an answer, the coachman dared not urge him any more.

Yuan Yan thought that maybe the Lord didn't pay much attention to himself just now. Maybe he would send someone to invite him in later. That would be good.

But Zhuo Yukun, who entered the palace, didn't seem to know there was another person outside.

After finding that the Lord returned, these new slaves didn't study so much. They just continued to do their own things and waited for the Lord's orders.

Now Zhuo Yukun has a much more comfortable life in his palace. Finally, he doesn't have eyes to follow wherever he goes.

The servants will not notice which courtyard the prince went to.

Zhuo Yukun didn't go to the study. As long as he was tired, he wanted to go to that small courtyard, because only there could he be a little comfortable.

And that small courtyard is still so empty, it always seems out of place with this proud man.

Sitting in the small courtyard, Zhuo Yukun thought about Yuan Yan. He didn't know why he changed his feeling after waking up. He always felt that he didn't have much ideas about the woman.

Many people don't dare to get close to Lord Yong. Maybe it's really because of his "wife". Even ordinary girls are always worried about whether the Lord will hurt themselves, although they think too much.

Zhuo Yukun was also a little strange. His three princesses died unexpectedly one after another. After that, the whole capital seemed to have the reputation of "conquering his wife" at the fastest speed. Originally, many people in his palace wanted to come in, but now no one dared.

There were no servants in this small courtyard, because the LORD had ordered that no one should come near at will.

Zhuo Yukun also felt that maybe he didn't keep Yuan Yan to protect her. After all, if he really married her, I don't know what disaster would happen to her. It was an accident to be killed by a big tree and die in her new house on the wedding night. It was a big fire, but these seemed to be accidents.

Perhaps it is precisely because there is only one person in the courtyard, so it is particularly lonely. Occasionally, a gust of wind blows, but it is particularly cold.

Zhuo Yukun thought, this year is also fleeting. What have you done in this year? In addition to letting a wife leave, it's the people who left themselves in the military camp and tried to hook up with those courtiers. It's ridiculous. After all, they don't particularly want to do these things.

A servant walked into the courtyard. Although he said that the LORD had not been summoned, he had to convey some words to the Lord.

Zhuo Yukun knew that since the servant came, there must be something about him, so he asked him what happened.

The servant said, "if you go back to the Lord, Miss Yuan Yan is waiting outside the door. She said she wants to see the Lord. I don't know whether you want to see her or not."

With a wave of his hand, Zhuo Yukun said, "just tell her that the king is in a bad mood. He has rested and doesn't see anyone."

After hearing the Lord's orders, the servant quickly stepped down.

Soon, there was only one person in the courtyard, which seemed so empty.

I don't know how long later, Zhuo Yukun can always see a person in this courtyard, but no matter how hard he tries, he can't see the person's positive appearance. Perhaps it is because of this that the person appears more mysterious.

The figure appeared again, with her back to her, as if dancing in the wind. This time she didn't sit on the chair, but floated in mid air.

After seeing this woman many times, Zhuo Yukun also knew that she was just his own imagination, but why can he imagine a person every time he goes to this courtyard? How important this person should be in his own life, so that he can't forget her figure after forgetting everything.

That figure is familiar, but I can't see it.

Zhuo Yukun said, "I once wanted to learn painting. I wanted to draw your appearance. Unfortunately, I haven't done it. I won't. I want to find a painter, but I can't express your appearance. It's ridiculous. "

A quiet gust of wind seemed to blow the man's clothes.

Deep in thought, Zhuo Yukun felt that if he went on like this, he would just be more tired.

But the servant came back untimely and interrupted the Lord's idea.

Unexpectedly, Zhuo Yukun was a little impatient and asked him what happened.

Hearing that the LORD was in a bad mood, the slave hurriedly said, "if you go back to the Lord, Miss Yuan Yan said that today is your birthday, so let the slave send in a gift."

Stunned for a moment, Zhuo Yukun really doesn't remember that today is his birthday. Maybe no one has given him his birthday as usual. After all, Zhuo Yukun thought that after waking up, he seemed to have a birthday, but it passed casually. He really can't remember the days.

The servant put the gift on the stone table and returned directly.

After looking at the exquisite box, Zhuo Yukun didn't open it. He didn't know why. He was in no mood to know what was in it. According to the routine, others gave gifts, especially the woman he loved before. Shouldn't he be very happy?

The gift lay straight on the stone table. For a long time, no one opened it to see what was in it.

After rubbing his temples, Zhuo Yukun was really not in any mood. He didn't like other people and other people's things in this room. He always felt that it would make it less comfortable here.

But if people don't move, the thing can't disappear.