Your Majesty’s Heart-to-heart Pet

It was already Mao when Ning Hongye came out of the Shou'an Palace. It was not too late in June, but the sky was gloomy, like a gray filter.

He fastened the button on his neckline, slowly stepped across the threshold of the palace gate, leisurely put his hand behind him, and swaggered to get out of the palace gate. But when he raised his eyes, he saw Ning Yuqian with a serious face standing in the corner, with two little eunuchs behind him, as if waiting for someone to arrive.

He shook his head, slapped lightly, and walked in the opposite direction.

After not taking a few steps, he was blocked by an arm. He lowered his eyes and looked up along the cuffs of his black shirt. It was a face many times colder than clothes.

"Something?"

Ning Yuqian looked ahead without squinting his eyes, but if there was nothing in his eyes falling on Ning Hongye, he said concisely, "Talk about it."

Ning Hongye raised his hand and waved his arm, also concisely said: "Don't talk about it."

Ning Yuqian turned his head, glanced at him indifferently, and said to the guard standing by the door: "Stop it."

"you dare?"

"Why don't you dare?" Ning Yuqian smiled, and said coolly: "I don't know, when will even the princes be able to resist the imperial power?"

"Where are you from claiming to be me?"

Ning Yuqian ignored him, walked forward on his own shoulders, waved his hand behind him and said, "If the prince doesn't cooperate, then go with a stand."

Ning Hongye glared at the attendant who was still wobbly after listening to Ning Yuqian's order, snorted and followed him in a stride.

The guards breathed a sigh of relief when they saw this. After all, these two people, one is the former prince, loved by the queen mother, the other is in power. The choice is naturally unpleasant on both sides.

Ning Hongye was very familiar with this road, and he could walk smoothly even with his eyes closed. He knows that this road leads to Qianyuan Palace. And that place, he had been instilled in him since he was sensible.

Ning Yuqian stepped past the gate of Qianyuan Palace and glanced back at the reluctant Ning Hongye who was walking. He didn't say a word, and still moved forward. He didn't stop until he entered the main hall. He waved his hand, and everyone behind him retreated wisely, not daring to look at them again.

The main hall door was closed, Ning Yuqian held the handle, sat down on the chair, and picked up the candle on the table to light it. He moves very leisurely, with no emotion at all.

"What do you want to do?" Ning Hongye was not calm at first, but still patiently said: "I have done nothing these days as you wish. Is this not enough? Ning Yuqian, you really want to force me When will it be forced?"

Ning Yuqian put the candle on the table and placed the palm of his hand on the candlelight. He raised his eyes to look at Ning Hongye and said, "The King of Huai'an can sit down and talk."

Ning Hongye has been tired of Ning Yuqian's temperament since he was a child. His mother and concubine died early, and she was brought up by the current queen mother Wang Caiyun. Because of her lively and pleasing temperament, the queen dowager spoiled him very much. And Ning Yuqian has been like this since he was a child. He would never say anything explicitly, and would only turn around in a big circle.

This is also the reason why the Queen Mother does not like him. This person is too gloomy and uncomfortable, like a poisonous snake, but never tells you when to take a bite.

He found a place far away from Ning Yuqian, sat down, looked at Ning Yuqian's hand on the candlelight, and wanted to say something, but then he thought it would be best to hurt him.

There was silence in the main hall, Ning Hongye was waiting for Ning Yuqian to speak first, but Ning Yuqian didn't seem to be in a hurry.

I don’t know how long it has been. He was upset when he waited. Ning Yuqian finally spoke slowly. His tone was so cold that he could not hear the slightest emotion: "The woman who appeared in my bed on the night of my mother’s birthday is yours. for."

Ning Hongye didn't want to hide it from him. He did this to disgust him. He was cultivated as a prince since he was a child, but he was so temperamental, never willing to study the way of governing the country, he only knew how to play. He knew how many catties he was, and he knew that he was not capable of ruling the country, but he was unwilling to do so. Not reconciled to being robbed of his position by an unremarkable Ning Yuqian.

He nodded, and said indifferently, "So what?"

Others don't know, but he knows. Ning Yuqian was afraid of avoiding women since he was a child. Give him a woman, Quandang is playing.

He said again: "The minister remembers that at the gate of Shou'an Palace that day, Miss Ruan Jia said that the girl is many times better than her." After he said, he raised his legs and looked at nothing. The changing Ning Yuqian.

The palm of his hand is still on the candlelight. Ning Hongye even wondered, would that hand be directly cooked by him?

The expression on Ning Yuqian's face did not loosen, but he asked again: "Then why are you killing her?"

After he finished speaking, he moved his hand from the candlelight and hung in front of him carelessly, looking at Ning Hongye calmly.

"Who? Ruan Yang?" Ning Hongye observed Ning Yuqian's expression. Seeing his eyes moved slightly, he knew that he had guessed correctly, "What? Are you afraid that she knows she is just a piece of your chess?"

Ning Yuqian looked at him directly, even with anger in his eyes, "What to do with you?" No one knew how much he was afraid that Ruan Yang would know. Because after knowing it, it means how ridiculous his later heartbeats are. What's more, that woman may not really love him in this life.

Ning Hongye smacked, "Are you blind to me? Who can't see the big piece of jade hanging on her chest? Who doesn't know how that piece of jade came from? You gave it to her and naturally liked it. She~"

Ning Hongye remembered that while the blood jade was invaluable, it meant more to Ning Yuqian. That piece of jade was given by the first emperor himself, and it was given after Ning Yuqian accompanied the **** of war, General Zhou Guang, who had been born to death in exchange for outstanding military exploits.

That piece of jade, to some extent, represents his life. At that time, the relationship between him and Ning Yuqian was still good. When he touched him casually, Ning Yuqian would chase him, chasing several palaces, and he was not relieved. When he was young, he regarded some external objects as extremely important.

He remembered that Ning Yuqian was only seventeen years old, but he was already calm and not like a young man. And seven years later, the emperor became even more unfathomable.

He was not dissatisfied with his claim to be emperor, he was just out of anger. Just not reconciled. But I also know that among these princes, except for Ning Yuqian, no one really can clean up the mess left by the first emperor.

He propped his chin and squinted at Ning Yuqian, his tone was frantic: "It's just that I like a girl for the first time in more than 20 years? As for making it so grand? Who doesn't know how this Miss Ruan got into you? Harem? Do you think they are sincere?"

Ning Yuqian's expression changed slightly, but he remained silent.

Ning Hongye was a little embarrassed. He coughed and said, "I didn't think about killing her, nor how to deal with her. I just wanted her to see clearly what kind of person you are."

He has always known that cold-hearted people are actually the most affectionate. A person who hasn't had feelings for anyone for many years, and suddenly falls in love, it must be deeply rooted in love. He just wanted to see Ning Yuqian's love.

Ning Yuqian's face was very calm, he asked, "What then?"

"Then..." Ning Hongye touched his chin, sighed and said to Ning Yuqian's cold eyes, "Eleventh brother, how can you be liked by a girl like this ghost?"

"..." Ning Yuqian gave him a complicated look.

The room was silent for a while. Ning Hongye has not called him this way for many years.

After a long while, Ning Yuqian asked softly, "How about that?"

Ning Hongye prolonged his voice, but refused to answer.

Ning Yuqian helplessly asked: "How can a girl like it?"

Ning Hongye was overjoyed, and it was rare to see Bingberg asking him questions. He lowered his voice and waved to Ning Yuqian, motioning for him to come over.

This scene is so similar to many years ago. Many times before, he encouraged Ning Yuqian to do various things, and finally Ning Yuqian refused with a deadly face.

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When it was getting late, there was a light rain, and the fine and dense rain fell on the ground, making a slight noise.

Ruan Yang propped his chin and sat in the hallway staring at Yusi blankly. Little Walnut called her a lot, but she had never heard it.

Until the top of her head was covered by an oil-paper umbrella, and her sight was half blocked, she raised her eyes to look at the dead face of the umbrella-supporter, even more out of breath. But after a while, the person raised his hand and wiped her face with his sleeve, his voice softly as if he was coaxing the child: "It's raining heavily here, and it's splashing on the face. Come in."

Ruan Yang was a little stupefied, and nodded before realizing that he seemed to smell something strange. Like when the meat is cooked.

After entering the room, Ning Yuqian naturally put away the oil-paper umbrella and put it in the corner. Ruan Yang didn't want to talk to him, so he sat down on the chair casually, lowered his head and looked at the skirt seriously, without saying a word.

A hand was stretched forward, the palm of the palm was red, even bloodshot, but the skin around the palm was white.

She raised her head and Ning Yuqian said blankly: "Yang'er, my hand is hurt."

His face is serious and serious, but his voice has a soft meaning, how awkward it is to listen.

Ruan Yang looked at it speechlessly for a while, and affirmed: "Your Majesty, you need to see an imperial doctor for your wounds." She looked at Ning Yuqian seriously and made extremely sincere suggestions.

Ning Yuqian twisted his eyebrows, wanted to get angry, but finally swallowed. He knew that Ruan Yang was just to please him in the past. She has said a lot of things, true and false, I am afraid no one can tell apart from herself.

He didn't think it mattered anymore at first. As long as the person is still there, as long as she is with him, it doesn't matter who you love or not.

However, he suddenly thought, what kind of feeling is it like to be loved by Ruan Yang? He has been silent and withdrawn since he was a child, and even his mother and concubine did not love him. He has never treated anyone sincerely in this world.

But now he has someone in his heart, and the piece at the apex of his heart is all hers. He also wanted to be loved and pityed by her. Worried by her heart.

"Don't see an imperial doctor, see you." Ning Yuqian said, "it doesn't hurt to see you."