How could you catch a glimpse of that white look?

It's long been impossible.

She gently tidied up her emotions, and even the smile on the corners of her lips was extremely perfect.

After the young queen brought pastries, she entered the imperial study room and looked at the new king next to the table. Feng Chuyan was slightly blessed and called out: "Your Majesty."

Shangguan Han helped her up, "I said everything, there is no need to be too polite."

Feng Chuyan pursed her lips and smiled, as if she was shy, but the depths of her eyes were calm.

Ceremony cannot be abolished.

Saying, after all, it's just a saying.

"This is a pastry made by me. Your Majesty might as well try it. If you don't like it, I will make it again." Feng Chuyan said softly, with a gentle face on her side.

Shangguan Han smiled and said, "My queen is so gentle."

Feng Chuyan also laughed and didn't say anything.

She looked up to him, her eyebrows and eyes seemed to be filled with affection, and the new king saw with a gentle look, with a little doting.

But,

Their eyes were also calm.

Nothing turbulent.

But so what?

Anyway, it's all like this,

This is how life is lived,

Day after day, year after year.

The flowers in the courtyard bloom and fade, and they bloom again and again.

Feng Chuyan sat by the window, staring at the willow trees planted in the yard.

The palace ladies were already surprised.

After all, the Queen often leans against the window and it will take a small day.

No one knows what she is thinking.

Although they are strange, no one dares to go up and ask, unless they are desperate.

Who has the courage?

No one knows.

It's been three years...

Feng Chuyan's expression was slightly dazed.

She stared at the willow trees in the courtyard, as if she saw through reality that the young man was wearing white clothes and orchids and jade trees by the lakeside that year.

That white dress stunned the whole world.

But it's just a phantom after all.

That day,

Feng Chuyan still remembers every word the boy said in his heart.

I often think of it, and it seems like nostalgia in my heart and relief.

The engagement with Nan Jingxuan was decided since childhood, but it was just a simple thought of being with Nan Jingxuan.

When I am with Shangguan Han, I only want to respect each other as guests, avoid the red sleeves and add fragrance, and be careful and scheming, not emotional.

But...

That boy is different.

Feng Chuyan thought,

Her thoughts about him were probably a little different.

Why?

Feng Chuyan didn't know either.

It seems to be so inexplicable,

Maybe it was when the boy was smiling and teasing her about the word "Little Cat", or maybe it was when the boy was so arrogant and casual, and told her calmly that no matter what he wanted, he had to have a bottom line.

This kind of feeling is not strong, it is not love, but rather a piety and nostalgia for an old friend and a hope.

It will not disappear because of the passage of time, but will ferment and spread more and more in the heart as time goes by.

The boy is the most special person Feng Chuyan has ever met.

It's like redemption, and it's like a unique nostalgia.

After all, he stood in his heart and was the only friend Feng Chuyan recognized.

Although, this is her unilateral determination.

The boy hides in his memories and only remembers and misses him when he is alone, but Feng Chuyan does not regret his choice.

She knew what she wanted from beginning to end.

What you get will lose.

The road was chosen by herself, and she had to go on.

Is she happy?

She doesn't know.

Maybe it's happy.

After all, she got what she wanted...

The new emperor is very good,

They respect each other as guests,

Even though she doesn't love him, he doesn't love her either.

so,

That's enough.
Chapter completed!