Yun'er, who was hugged horizontally, opened her misty eyes and quietly looked at Fenghe's face like a knife.

This face has not smiled or wanted for a long time, except for the whole day of being in a daze and loneliness, sitting in a dark corner and watching the goldfish in that tank.

At that time, she would have a deep fear in her heart, fearing that the unknown hatred and grief hidden under this dull and cold face would swallow up the man in front of her.

But she didn't know how to help him, so she could only take care of the house properly for him, and don't let him look at things that don't go well.

At this moment he hugged her, and she saw the familiar desire in his eyes again, but the difference was that there was love for her and a hidden desolation in this desire. I couldn't help but feel sad and happy in my heart, happy that Feng He finally regained her old look, sad that the desolation hidden behind her eyes made her unspeakable heartache.

Gently raised a hand and stroked Feng He's emaciated face, and called out with pity: "Your Highness." ”

Behind the red silk tent were two lingering figures, a low, heavy wheezing voice, and a woman's delicate moan.

The wind river on the brocade couch frantically asked for Yun'er again and again, her hot lips kissed every inch of her skin, and Ruyu's big hands touched her softest place.

Yun'er responded to him gently, she wanted to give him the feeling of being obsessed with immortals, and give him a warm and thick harbor to anchor his lonely and rootless heart.

After a long time, Fenghe lay on Yun'er's body and buried his head in her soft and white chest, and Yun'er felt a wet and cool water vapor on her chest.

Her heart hurt as if she had been pierced by a knife, and she gently stroked Feng He's bare shoulder and back with her hand, "Your Highness", but two lines of tears ran down the corners of her eyes on the pillow.

"Yun'er" choked like a wolf's low trumpet, which broke and shattered her originally painful heart.

Gently raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and a trace of determination flashed in the eyes of the beautiful and calm eyes of the past.

"Your Highness, if you care about that position, let Yun'er help you take it back. A soft, low whisper rang in Wind River's ears.

Suddenly, Feng He raised his teary eyes and looked at Yun'er in shock.

At this time, the wind passed through the half-open window, blowing the red gauze tent in front of the brocade couch, and the incense burner beside the brocade couch exuded a curling fragrance, which was so tranquil and comfortable.

But he couldn't feel or see this qiē wind river, and his mind was just blank. After a long time, he realized what Yun'er meant, sat up slowly, and looked at Yun'er fixedly, as if he didn't know him.

Yun'er also got up and took the clothes on the side for Feng He to put on one by one.

Suddenly, her hand was held by a strong big hand, "Yun'er, what did you just say?"

"Does Your Highness remember the first time you saw Yun'er?" asked the wind river in a low voice, and boundless pain and sadness gradually appeared in her beautiful and calm eyes.

Feng He nodded indifferently, and there were some distant memories in his gloomy eyes.

When he first met Yun'er, it was in the autumn of the year when he was ten years old, and he didn't want to hear his mother's complaining cries, so he went alone to the Kumho in the Imperial Garden to find the rockery he frequented and hid.

Curled up in the shadows behind the rockery, he looked up at the sky above him helplessly, watching the geese returning from the sky envy that they could fly away from the cold north, but he had nowhere to go. At this moment, he heard a little girl's cry from far and near, so he poked his head curiously and looked along the gap in the rockery.

Before he could see the little girl's face clearly, he saw her leap into the icy autumn water, and then there was a choking cough.

He hurriedly jumped out of the rockery, jumped into the lake without thinking, and pulled the little girl desperately, he only remembered that Yun'er was crying and struggling and saying, "You let go of me, I'm going to find my mother." ”

By the time he pulled her up, he was already exhausted, and Yun'er had fainted, and beside her he looked carefully at the pair of tightly knit eyebrows and a sad look on her pale face.

On that day, he directly brought her into his palace and became a palace lady in his palace. waited until he had the prince's mansion, and his mother took a fancy to her cleverness and asked her over.

"I have never told His Highness about my background, and His Highness has never asked me about my origin, so I will tell Your Highness about it today. Just as Wind River was recalling, there was a faint whisper of Yun'er.

"My ancestor is a famous perfumer in Dalong, and the aromatherapy and spices are not only made by the Dalong Imperial Court, but even the incense used by the royal palace of the Jiguo Kingdom and the Three Kingdoms of Jiangnan are supplied by my Yun family, but no matter how big the business is, after all, it is a businessman, and Grandpa wants the Yun family to be a decent person, so he forced my father to give up making incense to gain fame.

My Abba lived up to his expectations, and sure enough, he hit the ground running, and the whole family smiled. However, Abba really can't be an official except for making incense. In that year, the first emperor died, and the current emperor wanted to marry the lady of the palace of the king, although there were ministers in the court who opposed it, but no one dared to write a book. So my Abba sprinkled the seal fold, saying that the brother and sister-in-law are not tolerated, and they committed the emperor's taboo and were thrown into prison.

In fact, the emperor gave my father a glimmer of life, as long as he is willing to take back the fold and admit that the mother of Qingli Palace has nothing to do with the Xuan Palace, the capital crime can be exchanged for a living crime and exiled to the frontier. But my grandfather was circuitous after all, ignoring my mother's crying and family's pleadings, he just refused to bow to the emperor, and was sentenced to be executed. Yun'er cried low when she said this, her expression sad and resentful, her naked body curled up together and trembling slightly, like a piece about to fall autumn leaves.

Wind River silently pulled her into his arms and draped her in his own clothes.

"That year, when I was three years old, I was assigned to the most bitter and tiring Huanyi Bureau with my mother entering the palace, and my mother's hands were soaked in cold and biting cold water on nine cold days, and I was often enslaved and bullied by other palace ladies. I thought that my mother was such an elegant and gentle woman, how could she have endured such torture, and she left me in depression three years later. ”

Yun'er said intermittently, letting her tears wet Feng He's chest.

"After my mother died, an old palace lady came to collect the body, and I grabbed my mother's cold hand and begged them to leave my mother behind. I remember that it was autumn, when the yellow leaves were bleak and the north wind was howling, and one of the old palace ladies saw that I was pitiful and coaxed me to say, "Your mother is not dead, she has gone to another world, a place full of flowers without suffering and sorrow." At that time, I thought, why didn't my mother take me to such a good place?

Lao Gong'e said that only the dead could go, so I let go of my mother's hand, ran to the lake in the imperial garden, and plunged headlong, thinking that I could still catch my mother while she was not far away. ”

"Yun'er" Fenghe once again tightened Yun'er's upstairs, and the tears on his face didn't know that the tears on his face had merged into a river.

Yun'er smiled miserably, looked up at Fenghe, and stretched out a slender hand to wipe away the tears from his face.

"It is said that His Royal Highness is indifferent and ruthless, but if it weren't for Your Highness, you saved Yun'er desperately and brought Yun'er to your side to protect it, how could Yun'er be today. Yun'er knew that His Highness took pity on Yun'er, and the people in the house were often beaten, but even if Yun'er made a mistake, His Highness never scolded Yun'er. No matter how Yun'er treats His Highness, His Highness is Yun'er's life. Yun'er just wants His Highness to be happy, and when His Highness is happy, Yun'er's heart will be steady. ”

"Yun'er, don't say it, as long as you guard me, it's enough. Feng He rubbed his face against Yun'er's loose bun and said in a low sobbing voice.

Yun'er shook her head, slowly broke free from Feng He's arms, put on her clothes, got up and got off the brocade couch, came to the dresser, looked at herself in the mirror, picked up the comb and slowly combed her hair.

Wind River also got up and came behind her, watching her strand of messy hair comb through it, and finally he pinned a green hosta for her.

Yun'er raised her beautiful and calm eyes and gazed at Fenghe affectionately, got up to dress him and straighten his hair in a bun, and then walked slowly towards the door.

"Your Royal Highness can't let go of the crown prince in his heart after all, then Yun'er will take it back for you, and Yun'er will have nothing to complain about in the future. With that, she opened the door, and the afternoon sun instantly sprinkled in unobstructed, hiding her back in the strong light.

Wind River reached out and opened his mouth to grab her and call her, but the hand stayed in the air in vain for a moment before slowly letting it go.

"Yun'er" wept as low as a wolf, and in his hoarse whimper, he leaned weakly on the edge of the table. R1152