Chapter 515 King Xiang Yimeng

The people who were muttering along the way were now lying quietly on his back, making no sound.

"Amiao, we're here."

"...well, we're here...here, where are we?"

Something is vaguely heard, Liang Huan's mind Somewhat confused.

Without waiting to ask, Gao Qian had already put her down, put his arm around her shoulders, and smiled helplessly.

“Open your eyes and take a look.”

Liang Huan opened his eyes in confusion.

At the end of the long white marble steps is a towering cloud platform on the water. The weak candlelight is accompanied by the long veil, which is an indescribable style.

On both sides of the road leading to the high platform, there are exquisite palace lanterns that emit soft light, complementing the stars above.

The high cloud platform is like a fairy palace, standing in the vast darkness, mysterious and charming.

The gently swaying shadows of flowers on both sides of the strait are like an illusory dream woven at night. The moist breeze brings a rich and sweet fragrance, adding a bit of reality to this dream.

Liang Han took a deep breath, feeling more and more drunk.

"Where is this...it's so beautiful and smells so good."

Gao Qian put aside her wind-blown hair and said softly: "Phoenix Tower."

"Feng...huangtai?" Liang Han squinted his eyes, somewhat confused as to where he was.

"Well, Phoenix Terrace, I asked them to plant poinciana trees on the shore. It's in full bloom now. Can you come up with me and have a look?"

She tried hard Awakening her consciousness, she thought about it seriously and nodded: "...Okay."

The cloud platform was very high, and even if someone was supporting her, she would still be out of breath while walking.

Halfway through, she stopped and slowly asked, puzzled: "Why are we here?"

Gao Qian saw her breathing slightly and held her shoulders: "Look at the stars."

"Look at the stars?" In the confusion, Liang Huan still took a breath: "...it's not Zhao Hede, it's Su , Su Daji?"

Gao Qian laughed: "What are you talking about?"

Liang Huan paused and shook his head: "I'm not talking nonsense. Haven't you heard of King Zhou Jian? "Zhaixinglou? Can you pick the stars with your hands?"

Gao Qian sighed and picked up the drunk man: "...That's it for tonight, no more drinking."

"It's not that I want to drink, it's not that I was forced to drink by you."

"That's right. From now on, I won't do it anymore."

"...Yeah."
 "Do you still hate me?"

"...hate."

"How can I not hate?"

"Unless, unless you die."

"...Really, then you have to remember that once a word is spoken, the gold and jade will remain true." 
“Okay, the gold and jade will not move!”

Gao Qian sighed silently.

They did not enter the palace, but only stopped at the terrace. The palace servants had already set up couches covered with soft cushions.

Liang Huan's head was very heavy, his body was swaying from side to side, and he couldn't sit still at all.

Gao Qian had no choice but to hug her and lie down together, looking at the stars above his head and talking to her word by word.

"Did you know that a butterfly only has one mate in its life?"

The night wind was a bit cold, she shook her head and shrank towards him unconsciously.

Gao Qian took off his big cloak and covered her in his arms: "Because after a night of love, the male butterfly will die."

"Will... die?"
 "Yes, he will die."

Gao Qian nodded slightly and lowered his eyes. She could hardly open her eyes.

He poked her face with his finger and asked softly: "Are you drunk?"

Her lips moved slightly, her voice was almost silent, but her attitude remained firm: "...No."

Gao Qian raised his eyebrows: "Then let me test you."

Again Come?

Liang Huan frowned.

Gao Qian came closer: "Who am I?"

Liang Huan didn't bother to open his eyes, and said impatiently: "...Gao Qian."

"No, it's Qian Lang, you-" Is it the problem between Qian Lang and Amiao again?

She was really sleepy and just wanted to sleep, but he kept asking her over and over again with this question.

This time, before he could finish speaking, she impatiently interrupted him three or four times.

"Okay, okay, I know, Lang Jun, Lang Jun, it's Lang Jun... don't ask anymore..."

It seemed like a dream but not a dream, she was also gritting her teeth.

"Yes, it's Mr. Lang." He chuckled and tightened his arms, hugging her tightly, intertwining their fingers.

Even so, he did not let her go easily.

Until one sound after another the man fell into a deeper dream.

The evening breeze is lingering, and the shadows of flowers are swaying with fragrance.

When the white fish belly at the horizon gradually turned pink, Gao Qian walked out of the inner hall with the person in his arms and stepped off the platform.

There are people waiting outside Shangnanyuan for a long time.

Gao Qian carried the person onto the carriage.

Then he put a small box into her arms.

Afraid of hurting her, I only used a small amount of the drug.

Maybe, there is still a little bit of selfishness.

Gao Qian had gentle eyes, gently caressing the sleeping person's cheek, and looked at her eyebrows carefully.

"Did you know that male butterflies are very domineering, if there is another life..."

He lowered his eyes and was silent for a moment, then sighed: "I will still wait for you, but no one can take you away by then, and I will not let you go to anyone again."

A moment's pause, Then he said: "Actually, neither he nor I have changed, it's just you——"

He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead, took one last look at the sleeping person, turned around and got out of the carriage.

“Your Majesty.”

The strangers bowed deeply.

Gao Qian nodded slightly and signaled them to set off immediately.

He stood there, quietly watching the carriage go away.

It wasn’t until the carriage turned into a small dot and until the carriage was no longer visible that he withdrew his distant gaze, turned around and walked back slowly.

Qian Ming took one look at the emperor's expression, bowed and said, "Your Majesty."

Gao Qian raised his eyes and looked straight ahead, with only coldness in his eyes: "How?"

Qian Ming lowered his head: "It's all done."

Gao Qian narrowed his eyes and nodded, a sneer that was almost bloodthirsty gradually appeared on his lips, and said lightly: "Let's go."
 It was already noon when we arrived at the entrance of Tongle Hall.

Pleasure-seeking places like Tung Lok Hall usually don’t do business too early, but today it looks a little different.

There were only three people in Gao Qian's group. When they were standing at the door, a carriage with guests was already parked in front of the door.

As soon as he crossed the threshold, someone came up to greet him with a smile on his face, not forgetting to call someone upstairs.

When he walked to the lobby, someone slowly and slowly twisted his way out of a door on the second floor, pretending to tidy up his appearance while looking behind him.

It seemed like I was a little disappointed not to see the person I wanted to see.

Li Yizhu walked down the steps gracefully and came closer, his beautiful eyes filled with emotion.

This Qian Lang feels quite different from what he saw when he came that day.

She covered her mouth and smiled softly: "Why did Qian Lang come alone today and not with Amiao?"

Qian Lang and Amiao.

Gao Qian's lowered eyes softened a little unconsciously: "She..."

He pursed his thin lips lightly and did not say much.

Li Yizhu took two steps closer. Seeing that he was not stopped by the scolding, he naturally took Gao Qian's arm and leaned against him with his soft body, looking as if he was extremely annoyed that he had said the wrong thing.

"Don't be surprised, Mr. Qian. It's Aqi who talks too much. Now that you've come to our entertainment hall, there's nothing else to do about the trees and saplings outside. By the way, there's a new shopkeeper here these two days. Mr. Qian wants to take a look. See?"

Gao Qian stared at her hand on his arm, his dark eyes shining faintly.

"How do you want to see it?"

Low and beguiling.

Li Yizhu's heart palpitated, his face half covered with a fragrant handkerchief: "Well, of course Qian Lang can look at it as he wants."

"Okay..."

Gao Qian said lazily, holding her chin, with a deep smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)