In the early morning, the golden sunlight shone through the cold, thin clouds and hit the gently moving blue pony cart.

Fu Liluo dragged out a green silk like a waterfall from a warm embrace, lifted the curtain to look out of the warm sun window, the mountain tops in the distance were undulating, the golden light covered the misty mountain forest, and the white trees in the mountains faintly resembled Qionghua jade trees.

Dou Xiaoyang felt empty in his arms, suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, frowned slightly to look at her calm side face, reached out to pull her, and hugged her into his arms again, his lips pressed against Fu Li's silky black hair, and whispered in her ear: "I.". I will not let Yuwen Jingyi go. ”

She trembled her shoulders, shrunk herself into a ball, and her raised jet-black pupils reflected his shadow, Fu Liluo's eyes suddenly showed coldness, but her voice couldn't hear emotion: "Oh! How can General Dou not let go of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who is so powerful?" Hiding a charming chuckle under the eyelashes as thick as butterfly wings, Fu Liluo's previously gentle eyes were full of coldness: "Is it to report to the saint?" or..."

Dou Xiaoyang raised his eyebrows in astonishment, how many exquisite hearts does this beautiful person have?

Obviously, the eyebrows and eyes that were as warm as jade before, why are they as cold as ice at this time! Sometimes they are as tender as water, sometimes they are cold as plums, sometimes they are timid and shy, and sometimes they are fierce and domineering.

The character of the girl in front of him has never been something he can see through.

The cold-faced General Dou, who was difficult to move in the past, had a handsome and plump face that was half bloody, and the brilliance in his eyes gradually extinguished, raised his hand to support the big pillow on his side, lifted his face and shouted to Fu Liluo: "Xi'er... What are you doing..."

The wind-blown carriage curtain sounded heavily, Fu Liluo tilted his head slightly, with a puzzled look: "And.... General Dou approached me deliberately, what did he mean?" Looking at Dou Xiaoyang's forehead, which became gray in an instant, Fu Liluo's words seemed to be sandwiched with ice and snow, and slammed on Dou Xiaoyang's heart: "Is it because my father is Lord Otsuka, or because... I'm a friend of Fu Liluo?"

Fu Liluo became more and more tired of herself like this, she really wanted to know where the hatred of the man in front of her for that Yuwen Jingyi came from? Is there a reason for her Fu Liluo? Or is he Dou Xiaoyang himself at odds with Yuwen Jingyi?

There is another problem that upsets her, which bothers her all day long, that is, if this Dou Xiaoyang has a deep love for Fu Li Luo, then why did he Dou Xiaoyang come to provoke her "Gu Xi" again?

Or is he Dou Xiaoyang not in love with Fu Liluo at all?

But he clearly said it himself that day, he said that he loved Fu Liluo.

Why is he so paranoid to know an answer, whether he loves Fu Liluo or Gu Xi!

She thinks she's crazy!

Fu Liluo looked at him, as if he wanted to see a hole in Dou Xiaoyang, a smile suddenly appeared with a cold expression, and the smile gradually reached the corner of his eyes, like a dead tree gradually growing saffron, paused, Fu Liluo raised his white chin blankly: "Backwards... It's better that I don't see General Dou often, from now on it's still the road back, the bridge back to the bridge!"

Dou Xiaoyang suddenly felt a dull pain in his heart, as if his internal organs had been shattered, and his chapped lips were moving, but he couldn't say a word.

He just looked at her.

It was obviously in the noisy street market, and there was a noise outside the carriage, but inside the carriage was silent, and only the sound of each other's gasps could be heard.

On the low table of the carriage, two bouquets of dried white plum flowers inserted in a glass bottle, in this dull carriage in the middle of winter, showing a little emptiness and silence, Fu Liluo's whole person was wrapped in a plain light fur, and her delicate face under the flowing clouds and temples became more and more pale, she did not raise her eyes to look at the man sitting opposite.

The brilliant sunlight poured in through the pearl and emerald roller shutter window of light gauze, plated on Dou Xiaoyang's blue and ink-colored brocade clothes, rendering a little starlight, and the half-hanging hand sleeves were gently turned up by the breeze rushing in, and with the shaking of the carriage, there was a circle of fine ripples.

Opened the curtain and looked out twice, Fu Liluo shouted to stop the carriage, picked up the green yarn around his waist and covered it with powder, and did not look at the man in Xuanyi with a depressed complexion, stretched out his hand to lift the curtain and jumped out of the carriage, like a white *** flying with wings spread.

Dou Xiaoyang raised his eyes slightly, his eyes were surprised, and he suddenly jumped out of the carriage, the girl had already walked away...

His dark eyes were fixed, looking at the delicate and straight figure under the Zhu Gate, he shook his head with an annoyed wry smile, and there was an indelible look of infatuation on his handsome face.

She has such a temperament, she turns her face when she says it, but she looks like the pretty girl who died early.

She slandered him like that! Does he need to spy on her family history?

If he hadn't been interested in her, would he have risked his life to save her at that palace banquet? If he hadn't had affection for her, would he have taken a strange woman to his mother's grave out of nowhere?

Dou Xiaoyang couldn't figure it out himself.

Did she like her because of her resemblance to the girl, or did she have a similar temperament to the girl?

Maybe it's all or maybe it's none!

Dou Xiaoyang sometimes even has a very ridiculous body on her, seeing two shadows overlapping, there is her ancient and the girl who died early.

He even thinks that she is Fu Liluo, especially her movements of stroking her hands and sideburns, without any pretentiousness, but her every move is full of charm.

It just messed up his mind!

Dou Xiaoyang raised his forehead to look at the bright sky, there were shallow clouds in the distance, turning into white smoke and falling coldly on the earth, brushing the dead wood gardens all over the street, making a clear sound.

He stood in front of the door of the wine shop with his hands in his hands, the plain beauty shadow had already disappeared under the Zhu Gate without any nostalgia, but the plum garden opposite the Zhu Gate was in full bloom, a large area of gorgeous red plum clusters clustered on the branches, occasionally mixed with a clump of white plums, the plain white and elegant stamens, lonely and lonely crowded in the pile of red powder, shivering in the cold wind.

Helplessly squeezing out a smile, Dou Xiaoyang touched his frozen stiff fingers, glanced at the empty gate of vermilion, turned over and jumped into the cyan carriage.

Heading towards the majestic palace to the southeast...

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Yifeng Pavilion, the garden is full of delicate flowers, reflecting the warm sun, and the courtyard is fragrant and fragrant.

Fu Liluo was dressed in a white brocade dress, Tingting stood in the corner of the courtyard, splashing ink and green silk hanging down to her waist, the jade color between her forehead did not touch a trace of dust, slightly pursed the corners of her mouth, and suppressed the bitterness and worries in her heart...

"Miss, you're back. Mano, who was sitting on a folding chair under the porch basking in the sun, jumped over happily, grabbed Fu Liluo's snow arm, pulled her plain shirt and looked at it carefully: "The slave thinks that the young lady has lost a lot of weight when she goes out on this trip?"

"Miss, come in quickly, don't be blown away by the wind. ”

Mama Shen hurriedly put down the white copper shower in her hand, picked up the warm small hand stove on the folding wings and handed it to Fu Liluo's palm, and bent her waist to see Fu Liluo's tired face.

"Miss, come in quickly..."Mama Hong picked up a big white fur with thick fox fur, put it on Fu Liluo's shoulder, and instructed the little maid who cleaned the outer room: "Go to the small kitchen and bring the white jade porridge that has been boiling for a few hours..."

The little maid hurriedly answered the call and ran out.

Before she could run out of the yard, Mama Hong turned her waist and chased after her, shouting, "I'd better go myself! ”

The little maid stuck out her tongue and paced back stupidly.

In the warm pavilion, the cold fragrance is overflowing, and the girl in the cyan veil is leaning sideways at the head of the bed, holding a book in her palm and flipping.

Manberry poked her head out from behind the carved screen, put a steaming white plum tea on the table next to the bed, and laughed to her young lady's cold eyebrows, the slightly wrinkled willow eyebrows seemed to pluck a few handfuls of cold moon like silk.

Manluo rolled up her palms, sat down on the soft vulture next to the couch, picked up the mung bean cake and threw it into her mouth, her eyes bulging: "Miss, you just had a meal, it's not good for your body to sit like this, the wind outside the court is beautiful, why don't you go with you?"

Fu Liluo put down the scroll in his hand, shook his head, and put his thin hand on the bed curtain casually.

She leaned lazily against the head of the bed, lowered her head and buried her bent knees, the green silk slid down the fragrant sideburns onto the Yunjin quilt, wrapped her graceful figure, and also covered the tear stains on her face, her head was not raised, but she said in a deep voice: "You go! I want to stay alone for a while." ”

Forget it! She and the cold man are not all the way, so it is not bad to break off so resolutely!

Although she had the idea of using him, using his status as a general to deal with the pair of dogs, men and women.

But she couldn't bear it, she couldn't remember when she gave up that idea! Maybe it was from the moment he threw himself into the lake to save her, or maybe it was the moment he took her to the grave of his dead mother!

He is a famous general in Beiyi, and he has won the favor of the Northern Emperor Yuwen Lingyong, and he is just a wisp of ghost, although he occupies Gu Xi's body, but he can't be Fu Liluo after all!

She can only find the right time, plan step by step, step by step!

The green smoke on the incense case slowly permeated Fu Liluo's thoughts, and the ethereal spread out into the distance...

Until outside the rolling shutter door, I remembered Mama Hong's announcement:

"Miss, Mama Li is here.."

Fu Liluo stroked the mottled tear stains at the corners of her eyes, she coughed dryly twice, and a smile appeared on her slightly pale cheeks: "Please come in!"

Pulling over the soft and thick brocade quilt to cover her shoulders and neck, Fu Li Luo's nest was on the side of the bed, and she saw that Mama Li, who was still in a hurry, lifted the curtain and entered, with a pair of watery eyes as shallow as chrysanthemums: "Mama, please sit down." ”

Mama Li's plump waist flashed, sat on the small table next to Fu Liluo's couch, and took out the ink-patterned porcelain bottle in her hand like a treasure, and the old face of the vine ravine was piled up with a boundless smile: "Miss, this is the white plum sake brewed by the old slave himself, drinking it in this winter day can warm up the body the most." ”

Mama Li stretched out her hand to take the boiling tea handed by Mama Hong, and looked at the cyan color in the corners of Fu Liluo's eyes: "The eldest lady is not feeling well? Why is she so haggard? It is still the eldest lady's filial piety is commendable! On such a cold day, in order to pray for the old lady, she actually went to the Ming'an Temple alone to pray for blessings, and the old slave was moved by the sincerity of the eldest lady." ”

Mama Li picked up the corner of the handkerchief to wipe her tears, and she looked deeply moved.

Since the last time she confessed to the girl in front of her in this Yifeng Pavilion, this Mama Li has been uneasy, for fear that this sharp and cold girl will find an oil head and send herself out.

But when I waited and waited, I didn't see any movement from her!

I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable, this Mama Li finally took the initiative to come to visit.

The pear vortex on Fu Liluo's lips sank a little more and more, where would she not know this Mama Li's thoughts!

Fu Liluo stretched out his hand to pick up the ink porcelain bottle on the case, opened it suddenly, and a clear fragrance went straight to the tip of his nose, in Mama Li's surprised look, Fu Liluo raised his head and poured a mouthful, the entrance was not only soft but also moist....

Not the slightest bit spicy, not the taste she wanted.

"Good wine..."

Fu Li Luo hooked his lips and smiled, his nightmare was as pink as flower petals...

Accustomed to being "Gu Xi", she actually forgot her favorite thing about Fu Li Luo before her death, which was to drink the most bitter wine in the most heroic way...

Unfortunately, this wine is not what she likes...