"Brother Yang, you can't do without Ling'er, Ling'er is willing, you let Ling'er do whatever Ling'er wants, but why do you want Ling'er to leave you? Why? Why..."

Yi Ling'er was immersed in the nightmare, her face was full of grief, and she couldn't melt away, and the tears on her face were dripping into the pillow.

After Murong Xiang came back, he saw such a scene, and his heart trembled, Ling'er, why are you so sad, in the end, I can't be by your side to protect you.

Wipe away the tears on your face with your full fingertips, and rest assured, I will accompany you in the future.

He lay on her side, patting her on the back, and the person in his arms gradually calmed down.

The next day, the whole sky was overcast, and there was not a ray of sunlight that could penetrate the thick dark clouds.

Yi Ling'er woke up, but only opened her eyes, she tried to remember yesterday's events, but she couldn't remember anything, and then she began to check the clothes on her body in a panic, fortunately the clothes were in good condition, but why was there a special fragrance?

Look at the room full of red, red gauze, red beaded curtains, and half-lit red candles.

Brother Yang, don't you really want Ling'er?

Looking at the emptiness of the house and the shocking red, she really didn't have a relative by her side, in this strange place, there was no Brother Yang, and she had to marry someone she didn't like.

Tears fell from the corners of his eyes...... No, I can't do this, I promised Brother Yang to help him, how can I blame him!

Wiping away his tears with his sleeve, he shouted at the door: "Come on, change my clothes." ”

Look, she doesn't even know a maid, she just knows.

Four little maids came in from outside the door, helped her change her clothes and wash, and today she wore a light blue high-waisted water skirt, with no extra decorations, only a few scattered off-white flowers embroidered on the cuffs and skirts, and the stamens were goose yellow.

Although the red mark on Yi Ling'er's face is more scary, her figure is slender, because she is relatively young and thin, giving people a sense of grace and beauty, but she also has an indescribable temperament, not cold or Lingwei, but more like dust.

Now, Yi Ling'er's hair was all scattered, and the maid had just finished combing her hair, but she had not pulled it into a bun.

"Princess, what kind of bun do you like?"

The little girl's legs trembled, and she was afraid that she would be affected.

Ellinger understood, and she was asking if she needed to cover up the mark.

"Go down, all of you."

Yi Ling'er raised her hand weakly.

"Yes."

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Yi Ling'er looked at herself in the bronze mirror and stroked the red mark with her hand.

They will be scared when they see it, do you really not care?

"No, it's still too obvious, you have to paint me some more, I don't want it to be visible."

Yi Ling'er, who was only ten years old at the time, didn't want his brother Yang to see his unbeautiful self, so he asked the maid to cover the bright red mark with layers of fat powder.

"Yes, slave and maid obey."

Cold sweat broke out in the maid's hands.

It still doesn't work, I can't cover it up.

"Get out, get out of here!"

Yi Ling'er swept all the fat powder to the ground, and lay on the table crying.

"Meet the Prince."

The maid, who had just come out of the house, saw the prince coming, and kowtowed in a panic.

"Is the princess losing her temper again, forget it, you all go down."

"Yes."