sheep hunt

It was already late at night, but Eunuch Hai was still loyally guarding the door of the imperial study, and Huang Yifan hadn't come out yet. It seemed that Huang Yifan hadn't come out after entering the imperial study except for a hasty breakfast in the morning. pass.

However, Eunuch Hai is no longer worried, it's not that he doesn't care about Huang Yifan's body, it's that he's used to it and has become numb.

Dressed in fiery red clothes and a black bamboo hat, a tall and strangely dressed figure walked unhurriedly in the palace, and walked towards the imperial study.

"Who are you? Why did you rush into the night..."

Before Eunuch Hai finished speaking, he heard a cold voice: "Get out of the way."

Although he hadn't heard that voice for four years, as an old man in the palace, Eunuch Hai could easily recognize that it was Huang Feiyan's voice.

"His Royal Highness, you..."

It is said that the Prince Regent, Huang Feiyan, has not been out of the Prince Regent's Mansion for nearly four years. He appeared tonight---is he cheered up?

So, Huang Yifan, their emperor, the hope of the Celestial Dynasty, shouldn't it be time to cheer up? ? ?

Huang Feiyan ignored Eunuch Hai's words, opened the door and walked in.

Although it was a dark night outside, the inside of the imperial study room was very brightly illuminated by soft night pearls.

Through the bamboo hat, Huang Feiyan couldn't see Huang Yifan's face clearly, but she vaguely noticed that he was much, much thinner.

The black veil hanging down from the bamboo hat made Huang Fei vaguely see that Huang Yifan was working at his desk.

What ---?

Huang Feiyan didn't know, and he wasn't interested in knowing.

He just walked straight towards Huang Yifan.

Sensing someone entering, Huang Yifan didn't even lift his head, and said coldly: "Get out."

Huang Feiyan didn't speak, and put her hand on the bamboo hat. Against the backdrop of the black bamboo hat, her hands were as crystal as jade, which made people unbelievably beautiful.

That hand exerted a slight force and took off the bamboo hat, and Huang Feiyan's delicate and beautiful face was immediately exposed to the air in the next moment.

"I said, get out!"

Huang Yifan still didn't raise his head, he concentrated on painting, but spoke a little irritably.

Huang Feiyan's eyes narrowed slightly, a cold light flashed inside, he stretched out his hand, and without hesitation pulled out the painting that Huang Yifan was working on.

With a sound of tearing, the painting that Huang Yifan was working on was instantly torn apart and split into two.

Huang Yifan's movements faltered, staring in disbelief at the body of the person in the painting being torn apart, his breathing immediately became rapid.

He raised his head suddenly, wanting to know whether it was that bastard who dared to tear up the words he had worked so hard to draw for nearly two hours.

However, as soon as he raised his head---as soon as he saw that face, Huang Yifan was stunned.

In fact, it wasn't just him who was stunned, Huang Feiyan was also stunned.

The Huang Feiyan in front of him---although she was as beautiful and enchanting as before, but those once bright and fiery red eyes turned into a pair of cold dark gray, that coldness, just looking at it made him shiver.

And Huang Yifan---Huang Feiyan couldn't believe his eyes. The former Huang Yifan, although not as good-looking as him, was also rare and handsome. Although his body was sick, the illness did not attack At that time, he looked no different from ordinary people, but now...

The current Huang Yifan is as thin as a bamboo pole, with protruding cheekbones, sunken eyes, and blurred eyes... the whole person is like a terminally ill person.

The witchcraft on him has obviously been undone, hasn't it?

Why is this happening? ? ?

Huang Feiyan gradually frowned, looked away, and found that the entire wall of the imperial study was covered with paintings, the portrait of Han Ziling.

Each one is lifelike, different clothes, different movements, different expressions... The same thing is the tenderness and affection in those dark eyes...

Huang Feiyan looked at those paintings obsessively, as if the person in the painting was gazing at him with gentle eyes.

He involuntarily raised his footsteps, wanting to approach those paintings, but Huang Yifan suddenly said: "Huang Feiyan, what do you want to do?"

Huang Yifan's voice was unexpectedly hoarse and deep, and Huang Feiyan's thoughts were interrupted by him. When he regained consciousness, his dark gray eyes were placed on Huang Yifan's face again: "You are so cowardly..."

Huang Yifan's cheeks twitched, but he didn't speak.

"It's more cowardly than I imagined, I think, you are no longer qualified to be my opponent."

After finishing speaking, Huang Feiyan turned and left indifferently, but before leaving, her eyes were still lingeringly looking at the paintings of various shapes on the wall.

uncle...uncle...

Every time I think of that person, it hurts my heart.

How could you be willing to hurt him? When he was here, how could you be willing to hurt him like that...

"Wait, Huang Feiyan, what do you mean?"

Huang Yifan has never been able to stand Huang Feiyan's disdain, even in this situation... besides...

Not everything is as it seems on the surface.

Huang Yifan's words made Huang Feiyan stop in his tracks, he turned around, returned to the table, supported the table with his hands, bent down, his black hair drooped down, and the cold plum fragrance instantly surrounded Huang Yi Fan, Huang Yifan frowned in disgust.

"I thought it would be more difficult for the Ximan Dynasty to eat up the Celestial Dynasty---even though Seaman has developed so fast... Who knew that the Celestial Dynasty would be so vulnerable because of your existence."

Huang Yifan looked at Huang Feiyan with a confused frown, and then thought deeply. Slowly, a clear expression appeared on his face, and those chaotic eyes gradually brightened. Staring at Huang Feiyan: "Ximan---is it your fault???"