It had been snowing for a whole day, and when night came, Chang'an was already shrouded in ice and snow.

After the general election of the leader of the Wulin League, Gu Nanxun did not return to September Prefecture, but returned to Chang'an.

The snow in the courtyard was swept clean by the people in the house, and the cold wind whistling by shook the dead branches and made a sparse sound.

The snow on the green tiles gradually melted and dripped down.

In the candlelit room, the woman with soft eyebrows and eyes put her hands on her cheeks, and her eyes always flowed on the body of the man not far away.

The man raised his eyes from time to time to look at the woman, and the wolf in his hand moved the pen and ink.

This warm scene is like a spring scene in April, isolating the wind and snow outside the house.

The man standing outside the house could see clearly through the inconspicuous hole in the paper window.

I can't tell what it's like in my heart, it seems to be remorseful and sad, but it's also calm.

The wind and snow fell on the body, and the peach blossom eyes that were always full of the April breeze seemed to be withering.

The girl who used to have eyes full of him was lost by his own hands. Now that I want to miss it, I realize that everything is just self-inflicted.

Ye Xiaoqi was right, he did regret it.

"Hmm......" A tingling pain suddenly came from her heart, Mu Yao's brows tightened, and blood overflowed from the corners of her mouth.

"Yaoyao. Song Zhiyuan exclaimed in shock, threw down the wolf in his hand and ran away.

Under the dim candlelight, the ink gradually covered the smiling face of the woman on the rice paper.

Gu Nanxun's pupils shrank, his feet moved, but the outstretched hand stagnated, his five fingers curled slightly, and he hung down weakly.

Now that he took a closer look, he noticed that the woman's face seemed to be a little abnormal.

Forcibly enduring the tingling pain in her body, Mu Yao's face was pale and she pursed her lips, and her eyes were full of unbearable discomfort.

It wasn't until she relaxed that she pursed her lips and said word by word, "Is the painting finished?"

Song Zhiyuan looked at her deeply, his eyes full of self-blame and pain.

He hurt her, knowing that he couldn't protect her, but why did he provoke her?

"Yaoyao, it's late at night, how about painting tomorrow?"

She tugged at the corners of her mouth, and the unspoken word became a good word when it came to her mouth.

Song Zhiyuan's eyes were full of distress with a smile: "Yaoyao, it's my ......"

Before he finished speaking, the little white hand rested on his lips.

Mu Yao shook his head solemnly: "I don't blame you." ”

The villain is difficult to prevent, not to mention that Song Zhiyuan is from the royal family and is the biggest threat to the prince, she is just unlucky.

These words made Song Zhiyuan's heart more and more tormented and uncomfortable, and he groaned for a long time, as if he had exhausted the greatest strength in his life: "Yaoyao, why don't I send you to Gu Zhuang's master?"

Speaking of Gu Nanxun, Mu Yao's expression was obviously stunned, and then she shook her head with a slightly gloomy face: "You and I are husband and wife, and we should share weal and woe, do you plan to divorce your wife when you say this?"

Seeing that she seemed to be angry, he quickly shook his head, his face a little helpless and painful.

He thought he was lucky to be able to marry her, but he couldn't selfishly keep her by his side and accompany him to die for the rest of his life.

Seeing this, her expression eased a little: "This matter, I am not allowed to mention it again in the future, it is late at night, I am tired." ”

The candlelight went out, and the man in white and snow outside seemed to blend in with the night.

The night is getting deeper, in the unknown courtyard of the prince's mansion.

The man lying on the couch stared at the darkness of the void with concentration, and under the futon, his two fingers rubbed the wooden hairpin that seemed to have a mint fragrance from time to time.

Miss, where the hell are you?

This thought unconsciously passed all night.

After tidying up a little, Bai Xuwen walked towards the prince's study.

Bai Xuwen and the guards outside the study exchanged glances and asked, "What about His Royal Highness the Prince?"

The guard bowed his head slightly: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has been waiting for a long time, Mr. Bai, please." ”

Pushing the door in, Bai Xuwen asked Song Haotian in front of the bookcase.

Song Haotian raised his eyes and nodded slightly in response.

"I don't know what His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has to tell his subordinates?"

Song Haotian's vague eyes flowed on his body for a moment, and then he smiled and said, "I heard that Miss Zhuang is happy with Mr. Bai?"

Bai Xuwen's heart chuckled instantly, and an ominous premonition instantly surged into his heart, since Song Haotian asked so, he had a firm certainty, if he tried his best to deny it, it would seem a little strange.

But...... He muttered: "The relationship between his subordinates and Miss Zhuang is just sympathetic. ”

In other words, there is no love between men and women.

Song Haotian's eyes sank slightly, but there was no trace on his complexion.

"It is enviable that Mr. Bai can become a confidant with Miss Zhuang, and Mr. Bai must seize the opportunity. ”

After listening to Song Haotian's words that the drunkard did not mean to drink, Bai Xuwen's heart instantly sank to the bottom.

September State, Mojia.

It has only been three days since the Mo family competition, and as for the drawings of the gossip organ, Shen Qingyu has no eyebrows at all.

This family competition is her only chance to turn the situation around, if she fails, I'm afraid this Mo family is really a small world of Mo.

No way!

Shen Qingyu slapped the table and stood up abruptly.

She can't sit still, she still has to go to Xiao Chengyu to think of ideas, maybe he knows about this gossip agency?

It's just the Mo family and the Rong family...... What excuse would she have to come up with?

When the little guy outside the Rong family's mansion heard that the head of the Mo family was looking for his own master, he was surprised and hurriedly went to report it.

This is the first time that the head of the Mo family has come to the door.

Maybe he was in a hurry, but the little guy didn't notice the oncoming Yun Zheng, no, he bumped into Yun Zheng's body.

The little guy held on to his crumbling hat and knelt on the ground in fear.

"Lord Yun Zheng spares his life. ”

Yun Zheng waved his hand disappreciably, and after calling the person up, he asked strangely, "What's the reason for this panic?"

The little guy didn't dare to hide it, and hurriedly said: "The head of the Mo family came to find the head of the family, and the little one was in a hurry to report to the head of the family." ”

The head of the Mo family is the woman who shamelessly calls her master her husband.

Yun Zheng's face darkened suddenly, before the princess came back, he had to guard his master, lest the master Hongxing go out of the wall.

So Yun Zheng sent the little guy away in a couple of sentences, and walked towards the door of the mansion by himself.

After waiting for such a long time, Shen Qingyu was already a little impatient, but he waited patiently.

Finally, the closed door creaked open

Finish.

However, when he saw Shen Qingyu, Yun Zheng, whose face was dark, was stunned on the spot. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

He...... He's not mistaken, right? The princess, the princess is here?

The four eyes were facing each other, but Shen Qingyu frowned slightly, not because of Yun Zheng, but because Xiao Chengyu didn't come to pick her up!

"The princess?" Yun Zheng stepped down the stone steps and asked cautiously, as if the person in front of him was just a fantasy in a dream, and it would disappear if he was a little louder.

What the hell does this look mean?

Shen Qingyu's dough twitched slightly: "Huh?"

Yun Zheng was completely stunned at this time, she was really the princess!