Even like this, he didn't give up making Yang Chun happy, but no matter how hard he tried, the two people in front of him didn't react at all.

This made Tang Yunzhao have a strong sense of frustration.

In the embroidery tent, Yang Chun was dressed in a snow suit, his black hair was like a waterfall, and there was no decoration.

She sat in front of the bronze mirror, her indifferent gaze moved to the hideous scar on the face of the person in the mirror, as if she had been stung, and her pupils shrank, revealing a trace of pain and confusion.

In just a few days, this plain woman was full of energy and bright eyes, and her face was thin and pale, and her face was haggard.

Tang Yunzhao stood beside her, and there was no hiding the distress in his eyes.

"Chun'er ......"

He let out a low cry, as if to say something, but his throat rolled and he swallowed the words again.

"Tang Yunzhao. ”

Unexpectedly, the woman turned her back to him and suddenly called softly.

He couldn't help but be stunned.

Yang Chun lowered his eyes, a few strands of black hair fell down, and he couldn't see what expression was on his face.

Pale lips opened slightly, and the words were soft, but extremely clear.

"We... Let's leave. ”

Then came a long silence.

Tang Yunzhao stood silently and did not speak.

It took a long time to hear his deep voice.

"What did you say?"

"I'm tired of the strife in the palace, and now, even my appearance has been ruined, and I don't want to stay in this palace anymore. ”

Yang Chun's voice was calm, and there was a hint of despair mixed with the calm.

The man's voice was low and unhesitating.

"Not really. ”

"Why?"

Yang Chun raised his voice and turned around.

Her pupils narrowed slightly.

Tang Yunzhao stared at her silently, as if something was shattering in his deep pool-like black eyes, but every word was determined to be abnormal.

"I will not allow you to leave me. ”

In his obsidian-deep eyes, black anger burned brightly.

"Tang Yunzhao ......"

"Shut up!"

Tang Yunzhao stared at her hatefully, and finally couldn't help but grit his teeth.

"You've been sick for the past few days, and your mind must have been confused, I'll leave here for a few days, I hope you can wake up well!"

After saying that, he turned around angrily and left.

Yang Chun stared at his back, only to feel a burst of pain in her chest, she staggered to her feet, and fell weakly on the bed, losing both.

Since the quarrel that day, Yang Chun and Tang Yunzhao have never seen each other again.

Her residence suddenly became much more deserted, and few people visited except for Xiao Liuli and the occasional palace people.

seems to know that the queen's face is ruined and depressed, and others dare not come here to disturb her, except for one person.

It's a sunny day again, and the grass and trees in the courtyard are lush, and under the warm afternoon sun, a layer of pale gold is covered. The fragrant fragrance of the plants and trees is mixed with the afternoon heat, and the smoke is intoxicating.

Inside the house, the ice basin in the corner exudes a slight chill, driving away a bit of heat.

In front of the rosewood table, Ye Fengwu was bored playing with a white jade wrench, the cold touch was close to the skin, and it was very comfortable.

She wore a thin aqua blue skirt today, her black hair was slightly pulled, and she only wore a beaded flower of the same color, which made her feel refreshed, and it made people feel a little cool.

Yang Chun sat beside her, holding a scroll in his hand, looking intently. The complexion looks good, but there is a faint sadness between the eyebrows.

Ye Fengwu glanced at the book in the former's hand and sighed helplessly.

"I said, Sister Yang, can you stop just staring at that book, why don't you go out for a walk with me, you see how good it is outside. ”

She blinked and smiled.

Yang Chun didn't raise his head, only heard the cold female voice sound.

"The sun is shining today, and it's scorching heat outside, so if you want to go, you can go by yourself, and you won't be accompanied. ”

Ye Fengwu's eyes jumped, and he said with a dry smile: "What my sister said is that it's too hot outside, and it's not suitable to go out now." ”

As he spoke, he sighed softly.

Ye Fengwu was extremely depressed at this time.

She just wanted to go out for a walk, she just looked at Yang Chun depressed in the past few days, and wanted to take him out for a walk.

But every time she tried to coax Yang Chun out with such and such reasons, she would always be pushed back by the latter, and over time, she also saw that Yang Chun actually understood in her heart, but she didn't want to go out, and deliberately blocked her with words.

It may also be that he wanted to deliberately anger her, so that Ye Fengwu would no longer worry about her own affairs.

This Yang Chun is really awkward sometimes.

Thinking so in her heart, Ye Fengwu couldn't help but sigh again.

"Then I'd better quit first, and I won't bother my sister here. She said listlessly.

Since Yang Chun didn't eat soft and hard, and he was determined to shrink into this room, Ye Fengwu felt that he couldn't, so he had to give up first.

Maybe it's best to let Yang Chun be quiet alone.

Seeing that Ye Fengwu, who had been here for the past few days, took the initiative to leave, Yang Chun seemed to be staring at the book with an unchanged expression, but the corners of his eyes showed a slight hint of surprise.

But she won't stop her, just keep her head calm.

Seeing his lukewarm appearance, Ye Fengwu was even more depressed in her heart, and hurriedly said goodbye and left.

Outside, as Yang Chun said, the weather was hot and humid.

Ye Fengwu only stayed for a while, and then couldn't help but want to go back to his residence.

However, when passing by Fengluan Palace, she stopped by a ghostly moment.

There are ruins in front of you, and the only remaining palace wall still has traces of scorched black.

Obviously it was still dozens of feet away, but he could already ask about the heavy scorched breath.

On that day, the fire was extremely large, and Fengluan Palace was almost in ruins, with thousands of losses. Aftermath is also extremely laborious, and the ruins have not been completely cleaned up today.

"It's a shame. ”

Ye Fengwu stopped and looked at it for a while, and sighed inaudibly.

The next second, she was suddenly stunned.

I don't know if it's dazzling, but in the charred ruins, something seems to flicker.

Hurriedly stepped forward and removed the rubble and bricks.

"This is ......" Ye Fengwu's eyes widened.

Under the charred bricks, there is a peacock hairpin that survived the fire, and the bird's tail is inlaid with several gems, which is extremely gorgeous.

The flash I just saw was the streamer of the hairpin shimmering in the daylight.

"This should be Sister Yang Chun's beloved thing, wouldn't you be happy to show her this?"

Ye Fengwu muttered, and couldn't help but feel a little excited in his heart.

On the other side, Yang Chun, who was reading quietly, soon found that Ye Fengwu had gone and returned.

"What are you doing again?" she couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

Ye Fengwu stuck out his tongue and said a little proudly: "Sister, I found your most valuable hairpin, do you have to thank me?"

As he spoke, he shook the peacock hairpin in front of Yang Chun.

Under the reflection of the warm sun, there seems to be a golden light flowing on the hairpin, and the gems are shining, which is really gorgeous and abnormal.

However, Yang Chun's face changed.

"This hairpin is not mine. ”

She snatched the hairpin suddenly, and her willow eyebrows tightened.

Ye Fengwu looked dazed: "But I found it in Fengluan Palace." ”

Yang Chun stared at the hairpin, his face becoming more and more gloomy.

It was true that the hairpin was not hers, but she also recognized it, because it had been in her hands.

There are three peacock hairpins, one she gave to her friend Mu Qing, and two were given to Concubine Shu and Concubine Liang.