"Princess. Xiao Rong called out worriedly.

The cold wind is surging and the snow is blending.

The sound seemed to dissipate in the wind and snow, Mu Yao stopped abruptly, raised her eyes to look at the flying snow, the mist under her eyes slowly condensed, and then the corners of her eyes overflowed.

Song Zhiyuan, did I, Mu Yao, mislook at you?

In the corner not far away, there was a figure hidden, reflecting the woman's eyes like a fresh breeze, mixed with a little drizzle of future gloom.

"Cough cough cough ......" was probably suffering from the wind cold, and Mu Yao coughed violently again.

"Princess. Xiao Rong exclaimed.

Mu Yao's brows tightened, and suddenly there was a fishy sweetness in her throat, and her internal organs hurt like a knife.

Silently swallowed back the surging fishy sweetness, she closed her eyes for a moment, and her weak voice was mixed with a bit of tiredness: "It's okay." ”

The night grew darker, like a black veil.

Mu Yao, whose brain was blank, lay on the couch on her side and looked at the ground without a trace of light, the wind and snow outside the house seemed to be bigger, and even the dead branches were blown to creak.

The man in white stood outside the house, letting the wind and snow fall on him without moving, and his eyes that seemed to be slightly cool but mixed with a little warmth always fell on the room without a trace of light.

Suddenly, there was a small sound behind him.

"Master Gu. Song Zhiyuan stepped forward and stood side by side with Gu Nanxun.

Gu Nanxun didn't look at him, but his complexion sank a lot: "Why?"

Why?

Song Zhiyuan smiled bitterly, and his eyes were a little sad: "She still has you in her heart." ”

Gu Nanxun's body stiffened slightly, and the eyes that were precipitated by the breeze surged up.

"Master Gu, I have something to ask for. ”

Gu Nanxun's face moved slightly, and he said unhurriedly: "The prince said." ”

"Didn't Master Gu Zhuang say that there is no cure for the poison in Yaoyao?" Speaking of this, Song Zhiyuan choked up, this seemingly idle and merry prince was crying like a child at this moment: "I just want Yaoyao to be happy." ”

Recently, the situation has become more and more severe, he has already harmed her once, and he doesn't want to live cautiously with her in her last days.

Gu Nanxun looked at him deeply and muttered, "How to do it?"

Song Zhiyuan raised his head and reversed his tears, looked at the night under the fine snow, and said with a smile: "Today I deliberately said that I wanted to take a concubine, with Yaoyao's temperament, I am afraid that tomorrow I will reconcile and leave, please treat Yaoyao well in the future." ”

Then the voice fell, but only a bang was heard, and the closed door suddenly opened.

"Song Zhiyuan, you bastard. The woman's eyes welled up with tears as she stood by the door.

If she hadn't been able to sleep, I'm afraid she wouldn't have known these words until she died.

"Yaoyao. After being stunned, Song Zhiyuan looked at her with a panicked face.

The corners of her mouth couldn't help but sink, she pursed her lips, stepped on the thin snow under her feet, and ran towards him.

She raised her hand and slapped him in the face, crying, "Why are you helping me make a decision?"

Song Zhiyuan looked at her with a slightly stiff face, and the whole person was as stiff as if he was frozen.

Hot tears slid down the corners of his eyes, and the pale-faced Mu Yao threw herself into his arms, she hugged his waist tightly, and whispered, "I'm very happy now." ”

Song Zhiyuan's back stiffened, and under the cold and snow, there seemed to be a warm current flowing all over his body.

No words seem to be as good as the woman's sentence: I am very happy now.

Gu Nanxun looked at the situation in front of him with complicated eyes, his heart seemed to have fallen to the bottom, the corners of his mouth cracked a wry smile, and he disappeared into the snowy night as if he had never come.

Mu Yao looked at the direction in which Gu Nanxun had disappeared, and his whole person was like an ant on a hot pot.

The pale lips moved, and the three words Gu Nanxun were silently revealed.

Tears slipped down in a daze, and I didn't know whether they were happy or sad.

She clearly knew that she still had the shadow of Gu Nanxun in her heart, and she had always felt ashamed of Song Zhiyuan, so even if he wanted to take a concubine, she would not reconcile with him, or say more.

Since getting married, Song Zhiyuan has been very good to her, so good that she has no place to be ashamed, and she also tries to accept him and fall in love with him, but Gu Nanxun's three words are imprinted on her heart like a demonic barrier, and she can't touch it.

Under the snowy night, everything seems to fall silent.

Zhuang Meng'er, who had messy hair, stumbled out of the private room of Zuimenglou, but before she ran out of the corridor, she was caught by Song Haotian.

Song Haotian, who had drunk wine, threw Zhuang Meng'er, who was crying with red and swollen eyes, on the bed without pity.

Zhuang Meng'er couldn't care about the pain in her body, and turned over to get up, but was suppressed by Song Haotian, who was bullied.

"Does Your Highness know what you're doing?" Zhuang Meng'er said in a loud voice, looking directly at Song Haotian's eyes full of rolling anger.

Song Haotian said that he wanted to send her home, but after tossing and turning, he turned around and came to the Drunken Immortal Tower.

Originally, she didn't have a good impression of Song Haotian, so she naturally excused herself, but Song Haotian threatened her with Bai Xuwen, and in desperation, she could only swallow that breath.

She didn't drink much, and when she saw that the hour was almost up, she wanted to leave, but Song Haotian said that she was not allowed to do anything, and even did something to her.

Song Haotian squinted his eyes slightly, approached Zhuang Meng'er's neck and took a deep breath, the faint fragrance made people inexplicably excited.

"Of course, the main hall knows. ”

Zhuang Meng'er cut her head in humiliation, gritted her teeth and said, "Then Your Highness still doesn't get up?"

Song Haotian sneered, and his big hand reached towards the jade belt around her waist like a snake.

"If Miss Zhuang doesn't want Bai Xuwen to die, it's better to be well-behaved. ”

Zhuang Meng'er's body stiffened slightly, stiffening like wood, and her eyes were full of forbearance and humiliation.

Song Haotian wants to kill Bai Gongzi is easier than pinching an ant to death, if she really disobeys him, then Bai Gongzi ......

Fingernails were almost embedded in her palms, and she closed her eyes, tears streaming down her eyes.

Zhuang Meng'er didn't know how many times Song Haotian had sprinted on him, but he only knew that the moment he stepped out of the Drunken Immortal Tower, his tense heart was suddenly relieved.

Her eyes were already a little red and swollen from crying, and her body seemed to be crushed by a carriage.

And she didn't know that in the dark alley, several pairs of hungry wolf-like eyes had fallen on her faintly.

The faint rays of sunlight pierced the thick clouds and poured out wisps of light over the land of Kyushu.

"Did you hear that? The eldest lady of the Zhuang Mansion was given a ...... by a few beggars Give that something. ”

The woman carrying the vegetable basket approached the person and whispered mysteriously.

"Won't it?"

"My family got up early, and when I passed by an alley when I went to the market, I saw that Miss Zhuang was disheveled and shrunk in the corner like a madman. ”

"Those beggars are so daring. ”

"No, I heard that I have been killed by the people of the Prime Minister's Mansion. ”

This voice is not big, it is not small, but it is just enough for Bai Xuwen to hear it clearly.

The folding fan in his hand rolled down on the snow silently, Bai Xuwen's pupils shrank, and his brain went blank.