The morning light of early autumn lazily sprinkled into the Xiaoxiao courtyard of the Right Prime Minister's Mansion, giving the people in the courtyard a shallow layer of golden light.

Tao Zhimo sat cross-legged on the white jade round table in the courtyard, listening to the autumn cicadas on the plane tree, and sending a small jasper hairpin glowing with the luster of China Resources under the morning light.

At the entrance of the courtyard, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old man in red came silently.

This red-clothed boy has sword eyebrows and phoenix eyes, his face is like a crown of jade, and his skin is as white as snow in a red dress. After coming, he didn't speak, just leaned lazily on the edge of the moon cave door, holding his arms and enjoying Tao Zhimo's delicate back.

The girl under the autumn tree was silent, her long black hair pouring down the back of her head, as quiet as a painting. He wanted to enter the painting, but he was afraid of disturbing the people in the painting.

Suddenly, a maid in a light purple shirt came out of the house with tea, and when she saw the boy in red, two red clouds immediately flew up on her face, and when she was about to salute, she saw him gently put his index finger to his lips, waved his robe, and motioned her to retreat.

She blessed herself and quietly retreated into the room, and couldn't help but sneak a glance at him. The young general is getting more and more handsome, if only she could be the lady's dowry maid.

"The cicadas can't sing but the first snow." Tao Weaving Moto muttered to himself, and looked up at the tall plane tree.

Suddenly, a pair of slender hands covered her eyes from behind, blocking her vision.

The corners of her mouth curled and smiled, and she didn't struggle, but just stretched out a slightly cool hand to cover the back of the warm hand.

He quickly let go of his hand and whispered a laugh in her ear, "You're not afraid of anyone else." As she spoke, a faint deep fragrance filled her hair.

She chuckled and said, "Who else would dare to do this but you." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and gently pulled the gilded hollow incense ball hanging from his waist, took it in his hand and played with it, and after a while, his hands were full of fragrance.

He smiled and lifted himself to sit beside her, "What did you just say?" The cicadas can't sing but the first snow? ”

He had always had a good ear, and he could naturally hear her whispers clearly.

She looked up at the blue sky, not bothering to pay attention to him.

He smiled and looked at her dotingly, "On your birthday, you are not allowed to talk such nonsense. As he spoke, he took out a red brocade box from his bosom and handed it to her.

She smiled, knowing that he would remember her birthday.

Tao Zhimo slowly opened the brocade box under his tender gaze, and saw a warm maple-shaped jade pendant lying quietly on the bright red satin. Isn't this exactly what he wears on weekdays?

This piece of maple jade was passed down to him by his mother, Princess Zhuyu. Princess Zhuyu died in an accident three years ago, and now his filial piety period is over.

"What do you want me to do with this?" Tao Zhimo was slightly surprised. This jade pendant is extremely valuable, it is a thing in the palace, and the things in the palace cannot be given away casually.

"Marriage." He looked as gentle as jade, but his smile was a little romantic, "In three years, I will marry you." ”

Tao Zhimo was slightly stunned, and after reacting, he lowered his head and smiled, revealing two small and charming tear sockets.

"Momo," he whispered, "marry me, okay?" "The look is rare serious.

Tao Zhimo raised his eyes, looked at his serious appearance, and lowered his head and smiled.

When she took the jade pendant from him, Nangong Ci felt that at this moment, he saw the world for a long time in her flowing eyes.

When he left, the sun was still warm and warm, and no one could have imagined that it would turn into a storm in the afternoon.

Nangong Ci and Tao Zhimo were even more unexpected, and their lives were turned upside down from that moment on.

Eight years later.

Yongwang Mansion, Xiaoxiao Courtyard.

There was a faint aroma in the delicate room, and behind the moon cave-style multi-treasure grid was a Nanmu step bed with extremely excellent knife work, and the purple yarn tent was gently held on the bed, moving slightly with the wind.

The woman's face in front of the bed was like ashes, her eyes were bloodshot, red and swollen like walnuts. She spoke, her voice hoarse as an old woman's, "You have killed Ananda." ”

The man standing opposite her was dressed in a dark robe, with a jade crown and tied hair, and his face was extremely handsome, but his expression was terrifyingly cold, making people feel like they were in an ice cellar at a glance.

He stared at her and said in a deep voice, "Whose child is it?" ”

The female doctor said that she had been in body for two months. Ji Mo Nan took her pulse every day, and with his medical skills, he was afraid that he would already know it in less than a month, but both of them chose to remain silent and tried to elope at this time.

The woman suddenly burst out laughing, the laughter was terrifying and piercing, and her face was crazy and terrifying.

After a long time, she suddenly smiled and screamed hysterically at him: "Nangong Ci! For the past four years! Didn't you torture me enough! Do you have to drive me crazy! "She's going crazy, she's going to be driven crazy by him!

Seeing her painful appearance, a mocking smile crossed the corner of his mouth, "This king just makes you responsible for what you did wrong eight years ago." ”

"Haha!" Tao Zhimo looked up to the sky and laughed, "Eight years ago, eight years ago, it was just a few words, why do you care so much?" ”

"A few words?" This sentence angered him all of a sudden, and he gritted his teeth and said word by word, "When the king's whole family was beheaded all over the house, why did the king care so much about the few words you said?" ”

Tao Zhimo was still smiling, laughing like a madman, laughing so much that tears came out, and cold tears slid through the tear sockets on both sides of her.

"This king asks again, whose child is it?" His voice was a little colder, and he didn't have the patience to ask the same question a third time.

Tao Zhimo looked at him and smiled brightly at him, "Naturally, it's Ananda's." Seeing that his face was gloomy, she looked even more proud, "It could also be yours." But—as long as it could be yours, I'd rather not. ”

As soon as the words fell, she picked up the jade porcelain bowl on the table without hesitation and drank it all.

Her face was obviously smiling, but Nangong Ci felt that her expression was sad, as if drinking snow water in winter.

After the jade porcelain bowl bottomed out, she threw it to the ground, and the broken sound seemed to hit the hearts of the two people, smashing the hearts of the two of them painfully. She still didn't care about it, she just waved her sleeves and wiped her face, and even she didn't know whether she was wiping her tears or the bitter medicine that overflowed from the corners of her lips.

He turned to leave, but as soon as he took a step, he heard her mocking, "Who likes you dead cripple?" ”

He turned his back to her, and could hear her voice laughing, but he couldn't see her tears falling at the same time.

He only felt that this sentence, word by word, stabbed hard at his heart that was rubbed by her.

Yes, he's a cripple. Although he returned to his hometown in fine clothes and returned to the scenery, he was trampled on his ankle by a war horse in the battle of Yiyang, and after he recovered, he walked with a limp.

This was the only pain he had, he was confident in himself, both in his appearance and in his identity, but alone, with a disability - he was a cripple!

His lips were pale, as if he had been pointed. After a long time, he lifted his heavy feet and walked out with difficulty.

On weekdays, even if he is lame, his back must be straight. He is the king of Yong, and he is the first of the seven beautiful men in the imperial capital, and everyone around him ignores his disability. This little leg disease obviously hardly damaged his excellent posture. But now that she pointed it out so sharply, he was so ashamed that he was ashamed of himself, and he unconsciously bowed his body.

For the first time in his life, he felt like he had run away.

Seeing his resolute back, Tao Zhimo felt a warm liquid sliding down her thighs, something was leaving her body bit by bit, and she was gradually losing. Their children, gone.

She laughed miserably and pulled off the only silver hairpin on her crosshair.