Chapter 951 Don’t Be Black with Protons 41

He is dressed in white.

If you look closely, it's not just a simple white dress, it uses an unknown amount of silk threads of the same color to embroider dark moiré patterns, and there are occasional brilliance between movements.

He was looking down at something, his crow-like black hair was tied up with a silver headband, and a jasper flute was pinned to his waist.

The whole person seemed extremely calm and relaxed.

Hua Yong's footsteps stopped suddenly.

He stared at the figure intently.

Although he had never seen this person, he thought he knew who he was.

To be able to be such a leisurely and calm man in Suzaku's palace.

Besides being the master of this palace, who else can do it?

Owner……

Hua Yong only felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

As if sensing his gaze, the man raised his head and glanced this way.

The people around Huayong knelt down in unison: "I pay my respects to the Holy Monarch."

"Excuse me." Hua Yong heard his clear and gentle voice.

Then, the other party looked at him curiously: "Who is this?"

The palace servant who led the way for Huayong said in a low voice, "This is His Majesty's distinguished guest."

Shengjun seemed a little surprised, and then took a closer look at Hua Yong, with a hint of clarity in his expression.

He said in a gentle voice: "Since you are distinguished guests, you should go first."

"yes."

Hua Yong left with the palace people.

When passing Shengjun, he glanced at him from the corner of his eye.

This is a man like the breeze and the moon.

Although he didn't want to, Hua Yong had to admit that he seemed to be worthy of Zhaoyang.

His mind was very complicated, but all the chaotic emotions couldn't match his anticipation and joy of seeing that person soon.

The palace people stopped at the gate of Suzaku Palace.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty is waiting for you in the inner hall."

Hua Yong raised his legs and walked forward.

The hall was very quiet, only the echo of his footsteps could be heard.

Go straight, turn left, and enter the inner hall.

With eyes closed, Hua Yong can imagine what it looks like here.

There is a person sitting on the main seat in the inner hall.

Hua Yong's footsteps stopped.

He looks at her.

She also looked at him.

Just watched it for a long time.

for a long time.

Hua Yong spoke first.

He smiled and greeted like an ordinary friend: "Long time no see, how is Your Majesty?"

Ah Zhao glanced at him and said softly, "Sit down."

She looked a little tired.

After Hua Yong sat down, he couldn't help but said: "Although political affairs are important, Her Majesty the Empress still needs to pay attention to her body."

Azhao seemed to chuckle slightly: "His Majesty Xia is much calmer than the last time we met, and these words from your mouth are not convincing."

She didn't hear Hua Yong's reply.

Taking a closer look, the other party was looking at him in a daze.

Ah Zhao: "..."

She raised her voice: "His Majesty Emperor Xia!"

Hua Yong came back to his senses, looked away, and said, "Your Majesty the Empress can just call me by my name."

In fact, he would rather Azhao call himself "Qing Que".

But it is unlikely to come to think of it.

Calling by name is much better than that cold majesty.

Ah Zhao didn't argue with him, she called out very cooperatively: "Hua Yong."

Seeing her like this, Hua Yong's eyes burst into a strong light: "Zhaoyang, Zhaoyang, you are willing to see me and call me by my name, do you forgive me?"

A Zhao looked at him, and said slowly, "Why are you so obsessed with this?"

"What difference does it make if I forgive or not?"

"Of course there is."

Hua Yong looked at her: "If you don't forgive me, I will never have the opportunity to sit in front of you and talk to you like this."