MTL - Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit-Chapter 2810 Want to fold (32)
An hour later.
Ze Guangzeqing returned to the palace and came to Chu Ling.
Both knelt down and saluted.
"Your Highness."
Chu Ling sat in front of the imperial platform and raised his eyes.
Eyes fell on them.
After a while, he looked behind them.
It was empty, the little man who was supposed to be back did not appear, the book in his hand was slowly closed, his eyes were cold.
"what happened?"
Ze Guang knelt on the ground, lowered his head, "Returning to Your Highness, Young Master Yun suddenly felt unwell and had a high fever, so he couldn't leave immediately to return to the palace, so he wanted to postpone his return until the day after tomorrow..."
"..."
In the vast and spacious palace, there was a moment of eerie silence.
The sickly, white-faced, ghost-like boy sat there without saying a word, his eyes dark.
It was quiet for a while.
Afterwards, some old books were placed on the table.
The sound was not loud, but it was inexplicably like a heavy thunder, hitting the heart drum directly.
Zawa Hirozawa was kneeling, with his head bowed.
It seems that even breathing is lightened, not daring to increase it.
Clearly there was nothing on his shoulders, but invisibly, he felt heavy pressure.
They were so overwhelmed that they dared not raise their heads.
Ze Guangfu knelt on the icy ground, paused for a moment, and continued: "I have seen it with my own eyes, young master... I really feel unwell."
Chu Ling lowered his eyelashes, his tone was uncertain, "Really?"
how did he...
Just so unbelievable?
Before I left, I was still a lively and energetic little chatterbox, but after two days of walking, I couldn’t get sick anymore?
His cold white fingertips landed on the table, tapping lightly, his eyes were extremely dark, and it was difficult to distinguish between emotions and anger.
In the huge palace, it was extremely quiet.
Long time.
It wasn't until the kneeling two became stiff, their blood stagnated, and their lower bodies became numb, that His Royal Highness above him spoke with a cold tone.
"Tomorrow, bring him back."
He only had one day of grace.
"If you can't bring it back, let Yun Hezhong come and see you."
"Yes, Your Highness."
After Ze Guangzeqing stepped back, the palace fell completely silent.
Chu Ling sat, his gaze fell on the book in front of him.
That was the little companion reading the book left with him. Before she left, she was still holding the book every day, pestering him, trying to press his legs.
It’s a silly little tail, it smiles when it sees him, it’s obedient and sweet.
Chu Ling quietly looked at the book she left behind, his eyes were dark and uncertain.
Probably also realized that he seemed to care too much about her.
It doesn't really matter if she comes back two days late, it's just that no one is pestering him to talk, just stay by his side.
If he wanted, he could have other people stand by him at any time, and she was not the only one missing.
Chu Ling looked at the book, and suddenly stuffed it at the bottom of all the memorials.
Don't look, don't want to, don't speak.
I don't know what I'm upset about.
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The second day.
Ze Guangzeqing left the palace early and went to Yunfu to pick him up.
He came out before dawn, stayed outside the palace for a long time, and didn't come back until late in the evening.
This time, with the prince's personal imperial edict, they successfully received the person.
As it was getting dark, Ze Guang Zeqing led the people to the Political Palace.
The manager’s father-in-law went in first to report.
"Your Highness, Young Master Yun is back."
Chu Ling, who was reviewing the memorial, stopped his pen for an instant.
Ink smudges on thin paper.
He lowered his eyes, his pale face was indifferent, as if nothing happened.
"Let him in."
"Yes, Your Highness."
The manager’s father-in-law exited, and soon, someone came in.
came in, took a step, and stopped again.
