Chapter 53 The moonlight was beautiful that night

As we go further and further, the fire becomes weaker and weaker.

Chen Qianzhao raised his eyes and looked in the air, with his mouth slightly bent, "Watch the moon... I didn't expect that Lord Song is still a elegant person."

Song Huai's tone was plain, "There is no question of elegance."

"I wonder what the moonlight was on that night?" Chen Qianzhao asked.

Song Huai paused slightly. He was in a state of confusion that night. How could he have seen any moonlight?

Seeing that Song Huai didn't answer for a long time, Chen Qianzhao smiled, his white and tender little face was gentle, and the firelight rippled in his eyes, "I think it's Lord Song who doesn't remember it."

Song Huai lowered his eyes, and his figure stretched a slightly dark figure in the fire, "I don't remember it."

Chen Qianzhao looked at her figure and Song Huai, who was still a little distance away, but she was walking side by side. She swelled her eyelashes and moved her hand quietly so that the hand on the shadow could move with her...

The shadow quietly overlapped with another shadow little by little, and it looked like two people holding hands.

Chen Qianzhao's lips were curved and his voice was sweet, "I think the moonlight on that night was probably as beautiful as tonight."

Song Huai was stunned and looked up at the air. The moon was firmly locked by the thick clouds. Where did the moonlight come from?

He looked at Chen Qianzhao's fair little face, his agile eyes as bright as stars, clear and seductive.

In an instant, everything around him seemed to stop. He could hear the heartbeat in his chest, beating very fast...

No matter how beautiful the moonlight is, how can it be as good as the person in front of you?

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On the way back to Yongle Palace, Song Huai brought up a lantern, led Chen Qianzhao, and protected him on the side inside.

The deeper and heavier exposure is, I am most afraid that some palace servants will collide.

After sending Chen Qianzhao to the entrance of the hall, Song Huai stood at the steps at the door, looked at the slender figure at the door, and watched the other party. He could only leave after Chen Qianzhao entered the hall safely.

Just as Shen Qianzhao stepped at the gate of the hall, he turned around and looked at Song Huai quietly.

The lights swayed, reflecting Song Huai's face was extremely bright, and his indifference seemed to be much gentler.

Chen Qianzhao's eyes bent slightly, his red lips curled up, and his sweet voice was bright and soft. "I wonder which square handkerchief, can you still carry it?"

Song Huai's eyes were deep, and his hand holding the lantern tightened a little. He replied in a calm voice, "I am reckless, the handkerchief has been lost. Please punish him."

Hearing Song Huai say this, Chen Qianzhao was not annoyed. The curve of the corners of his lips was lazy and slackened. "It doesn't matter if you lose it. If you feel it's easy to use it, as long as you speak, I can't take out one or ten of them."

Song Huai's heart moved slightly, but his eyes were indifferent, "Thank you Your Highness for your kindness."

Chen Qianzhao was not in a hurry. She treated Song Huai with much patience.

She curled her lips and smiled, "I wish you a good dream tonight."

After saying that, she turned around and entered the bedroom and closed the door.

Song Huai stood there for a while until the candlelight in the hall was extinguished, and then he walked away and returned to his room.

Without lit the candle, he took a wisp of embroidered handkerchief from the mezzanine in the pillow. The embroidered handkerchief had the word "Zhao" embroidered on the embroidered handkerchief, but it was the wisp of handkerchief that Chen Qianzhao forced to Song Huai.

Song Huai held the handkerchief in his palm. Chen Qianzhao had not mentioned such a handkerchief for a long time. Just now, he thought that Chen Qianzhao suddenly asked that, because he had awakened and wanted to take back the handkerchief.

He subconsciously said that the veil was lost.

It was obvious that he should have returned the veil, but in his heart... he didn't want it.

Suddenly, a faint wind blew, and a cold light flashed through Song Huai's eyes. He scolded coldly, "Who!"

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