Beauty is also cold

After bathing and changing, Wu Han was sent to a room in Mingli Palace.

Gorgeous carvings, framed calligraphy and paintings, exquisite porcelain, bright candlesticks, and soft bedspreads. . .Wu Han didn't know where to settle, he looked at the spacious and comfortable bed, then at the chic carved tables and chairs, hesitating.

Finally, he chose to sit on a chair.He stared at the door nervously, lest someone would break in.Attendant Shi Xiao's indifferent and arrogant expression appeared in his mind, and his heart tensed unconsciously. Even though he felt familiar, Wu Han still couldn't organize his thoughts at this moment.

He is the emperor, the man in Rumeng Pavilion, the plum-appreciating boy in the dream, and the white-clothed man in the memory. . .Wu Han couldn't connect everything together, he began to doubt that those memories or dreams he had were all fictitious and never happened.But where did this uncontrollable heartache come from?

Who are you?The emperor is my old friend?But the two times we met, he never said that he knew me. . .He really wants me to sleep with you?I. . .what to do?

His mind was full of doubts and anxiety, Wu Han pretended to be calm and poured a cup of tea, trying to calm down his flustered heart.Just as he picked up the cup, he vaguely heard footsteps approaching, his heart beat faster, and the cup in his hand trembled slightly.

When the door was opened, Wu Han was startled, his fingers were stiff and weak, and the cup fell to the ground, the crisp sound was particularly harsh in this quiet night.

Xi Shixiao, who opened the door and entered, saw the flustered and bewildered person in front of him, and the corners of his mouth curved upwards unconsciously: This person was obviously so calm on stage, but now he knows he is nervous.

Seeing Xi Shixiao's inadvertent smile, Wu Han froze for a moment. He thought that this high-ranking person couldn't smile, but now that person smiled at him.Like a breeze blowing over a glacier, this smile was short and touching, Wu Han immediately woke up when Xi Shixiao approached, and hurriedly knelt on the ground.

"My lord, spare me!" Wu Han said, looking down at the broken cup.

Xi Shixiao walked into Wu Han, raised his lowered head and said, "You are really timid and afraid of death." His eyes met Wu Han's dodging and restless gaze, and he saw Yi Bai's shadow in Wu Han's eyes.

Leaning over, a kiss, the familiar breath made Wu Han feel a little heartbroken.

Tears slid down his cheeks, and Wu Han couldn't help shedding tears, the long-lost heartbeat, the long-lost heartache. . .

A sarcastic female voice came to Wu Han's ears: "Don't be self-righteous, don't forget your own identity, you are just a toy! A toy that will be discarded when you get tired of it!......"

Who is that?Why would she say that?I. . .I'm a toy?

Sensing Wu Han's strangeness, Xi Shixiao slowly opened his slightly drunk eyes, and he saw that the eyes in front of him were bursting with tears.His heart throbbed, and he immediately let go of Wu Han.

"You, very reluctant?" Xi Shixiao asked coldly, as if he was concerned about Wu Han's reaction.

Wu Han looked at this familiar face, and his memories resurfaced again: the plum-appreciating boy looked back and saw him in the window. There was a sense of inquiry in his indifferent eyes, and he closed the window in a panic. . .During the dance, he noticed the gaze of the man in white. He lost his mind and fell on the stage. The boy picked him up and carried him away. . .Another scene, I knelt down on the ground, and heard the person in front of me say indifferently: "Put him in the sky prison, and obey!"

After all, as the woman said, he was abandoned in the end.Wu Han's eyes showed pain. Although he didn't fully remember the past, he was sure of one thing: he fell in love with this person, and this person finally abandoned him.

Seeing that Wu Han didn't speak, but just looked at him with a painful face, Xi Shixiao couldn't help being a little angry: Why is he so reluctant?Why is he unwilling to stay by his side like Yi Bai. . .

"No matter how reluctant you are, I will never let you go. It is best to know your identity." Xi Shixiao warned Wu Han indifferently, and picked him up by the waist and walked to the bed.

Another memory: Xi Shixiao was still a teenager at the time, wearing a white dress with blue borders, and his handsome face was slightly childish.He hugged Yibai and sent him to the bed, Yibai's watery eyes looked at him quietly, her small cheeks were slightly red.

Two people who are both young, one is young and the other is shy. . .

Today, Xi Shixiao, who has become mature and resolute, is gentle and seductive, exuding an irresistible charm.

Wu Han forgot the heartache and uneasiness just now, and slowly followed Xi Shixiao's pace, and fell into a trap. . .