Frost Flower Shop Fan Lovesick Bureau

"Hong Lin, wake up, don't sleep."

The deep and gentle voice woke Hong Lin up.

Hong Lin opened his sleepy eyes, trying to see the owner of the voice clearly.

His vision gradually became clear, and the person in front of him had a handsome and elegant face, and he was his favorite Highness.

"Your Highness!"

He rushed over and took him into his arms.

"Your Highness, Hong Lin misses you so much."

Wang pushed him away with a smile, and said helplessly: "You are still acting like a baby at such an age, I just finished composing a new song, do you want to listen to it?"

"think."

Hong Lin obviously hadn't figured out the situation yet, so he nodded subconsciously.

Wang Yi was dressed in white clothes Shengxue, his eyes were drooping, his bare hands stretched his strings, his vermilion lips were slightly raised, his appearance was as handsome and graceful as orchids, Hong Lin just looked at it like this, feeling infatuated.

The sound of the piano is pleasant to the ears, at the beginning it is clear and joyful, just like the sweetness of a lover when the love is strong, but later it is gradually gloomy and sad, as if the love has suddenly changed, and the sadness comes from it, and tears are shed unknowingly.

At the end of the song, Wang looked up at Hong Lin, "How about it, do you like it?"

Hong Lin quickly wiped away his tears, and said with a smile, "The song composed by His Highness is naturally good. Does this song have a name?"

"This song is called "Lovesickness". It can be regarded as my parting gift to you."

Long-term lovesickness is long-term lovesickness, short-term lovesickness is endless.

Wang lowered his eyes, gently wiped the body of the piano, and said quietly.

"A parting gift?"

Hong Lin showed doubts.

Wang looked at him with a gentle smile, "Yes, Hong Lin, I'm leaving."

Hong Lin felt inexplicably flustered, and asked him quickly, "Where is Your Highness going, Hong Lin is with you."

Don't leave me alone.

With sad eyes, Wang sighed softly, "No, I'm going to a place without you."

"No, Your Highness, don't leave me behind."

Hong Lin hurriedly grabbed his hand, but the moment he touched him, the man turned into light smoke and disappeared.

Hong Lin woke up instantly and found that he was actually in the king's bedroom.

However, this time when he woke up from the nightmare, there was no sign of that person by his side.

He quickly got up and got out of bed and came to the outer hall.

There was a person with his back to him, that person was dressed in white, but he was not his highness.

His Highness was thin and long, but this man was tall and strong, very much like Lord Qing Yuan whom he had seen several times.

But why is he here?

Where did your highness go?

Passing over the man, Hong Lin saw a completed painting framed in a sandalwood frame.

The grassland on the picture scroll is vast, and two figures, one yellow and one purple, are riding horses and galloping on the grassland, and they draw bows and shoot arrows together.

This painting was accidentally destroyed by him in the previous life. In this life, he thought he would never see it again. Unexpectedly, he could see it again today.

Looking at the painting, Hong Lin's eyes gradually became moist.

The person who had been facing away from him turned around when he heard the sound, and it was indeed Mr. Qing Yuan.

But Hong Lin was surprised to find that what he was wearing was not ordinary white brocade clothes at all, but filial piety clothes.

Hong Lin suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart, and he asked in a difficult voice, "Has any noble person in the palace passed away recently?"

"Don't you wonder why you are here?"

Lord Qing Yuan frowned and looked at Hong Lin. Apart from his handsome appearance, he really didn't think there was anything special about this man.

Lord Qingyuan ignored him, and said to himself: "You fainted in front of the palace gate. When the guards found you, you were drenched and had a high fever. It was the lonely imperial physician who diagnosed and treated you. So you were the only one who saved your life." Benefactor, shouldn't you thank me first?"

Hong Lin noticed that he called himself "solitary", so he couldn't bear it any longer, and asked, "What's the matter with your self-proclaiming? What happened? Where are the others, Your Highness?"

The anxiety and fear in his heart were getting bigger and bigger. He urgently needed an answer to tell himself what happened, but he was afraid that the answer would be the most difficult for him to accept.

Lord Qing Yuan, or should he be called the new king, had a dull pain in his eyes, he snorted coldly, and said: "You are late, Uncle Wang has already passed away."

He has passed away... The moment Hong Lin heard these words, he seemed to have been drained of all his strength, and fell to his knees on the ground powerlessly, with a hollow expression, but tears kept falling from his eyes.

how could be?

How could he die, Your Highness?

Didn't you agree to wait for me to come back, to forget all the past and start over again?

Your Highness, how could you abandon me and go by yourself?

"Isn't there still a year left? I've only been away for more than a month. Why did His Highness disappear? You must have lied to me. Tell me where he is!"

Hong Lin thought of the Queen's words, as if grasping the last straw, he asked the new King of Korea eagerly.

The young king looked down at Hong Lin, saw that he looked sad and flustered, but there was still a faint hope in his eyes, as if expecting a miracle to happen, he showed a half-pity half-sarcastic smile, "If he is willing to meditate and cultivate It is true that he can live for another year, but your existence has disturbed his mind, his body is weak, and his toxicity is onset early..."

Thinking of the uncle he admired since he was a child, a person who was so amazing and talented, but was injured by the people in front of him, and he had no life, the young Wang felt angry and sad.

"I have heard about the past between you and Uncle Wang. The Emperor's family is supposed to be the most ruthless, but my uncle is an infatuated kind... It's a pity..."

It's a pity that he made the wrong payment out of infatuation... It's a pity that such a stunningly talented person...

The last gleam of light in Hong Lin's eyes was completely extinguished, and the pain in his heart was unspeakable, and it was because of himself again?

He actually harmed His Highness again? !

"kill me."

When Hong Lin spoke, his voice was piercingly desperate.

If you are really a coward, you have to borrow the hands of others to seek death. The new King of Koryo bent down, looked into Hong Lin's sad eyes, and smiled half contempt and half pity, "I will not kill you, and you cannot kill yourself, because you are not qualified. Relief. Since that person wants you to live, then you must live well and be tortured by pain and regret every day."