After the first lunar month, it was supposed to be spring, but this night it snowed heavily in the capital.

The winter snow is covered, and this day is getting colder and colder, how strange!

The huge Tanfu seemed to be empty, the wine jar in the courtyard rolled to the ground, and the man who was holding the wine jar under the dead wood and poured himself wine looked so desolate.

Zhu Youzhu smelled the wine and came over, only to see Tan Yifeng sitting on the stone bench in the courtyard, holding the wine jar and getting drunk.

Tan Yifeng noticed that someone was coming, raised his head and saw that it was Zhu Youjiao, he didn't get up to salute but glanced at him, and then smiled sadly and said, "She's gone."

Zhu Youzhu took a few steps forward, very anxious, "Where did she go!" ”

Tan Yifeng ignored him and drank by himself, how could Zhu Youzhu be patient, walked over and grabbed his loose collar, and roared with red eyes: "I asked you where she went!"

The jar fell to the ground suddenly, but it never shattered, only a dull sound and a mark sunken in the snow.

Seeing Zhu Youjiao's expression, Tan Yifeng couldn't help but laugh sarcastically, "Chengxi." ”

Since the night of the first century, Zhang Junfang moved out of Tanfu, found a courtyard in the west of the city, and came out alone, only to invite a little girl to spend his life with.

The reason why she left without a sound was naturally because she didn't want to embarrass Tan Yifeng, let alone let Zhu Youzhu be entangled again.

This house is not big, but it is not small, and it is inevitably deserted when two people live.

The door of the house was wide open, and Zhang Junyu sat in front of the dressing table, lightly sweeping his eyebrows in the mirror, so he was leisurely.

"Madam," the maid with a delicate face came to this point, and the reason why she called her Mrs. was because Zhang Junfang ordered so.

Zhang Junfang put down his eyebrow pencil lightly, raised his head and looked at her with one hand, "I suddenly want to eat the dim sum of the tea house, you go and bring me some back." ”

"Yes."

The maid agreed, and then turned around and left the house, and Zhang Junfang soon got up and walked to the door, only to realize that it was snowing outside again. She stepped to the main hall, and suddenly saw that the oil-paper umbrella was still on the table, so she guessed that Yuzhu had always been careless, and she must have forgotten, so she hurriedly took the umbrella and chased out the door, but fortunately, Yuzhu had not gone far.

"Yuzhu!" She called urgently.

Yuzhu looked back when he heard the voice, Zhang Junyu naturally felt disgusted, and said closely: "Why don't you go out with your umbrella, this snow is not small."

"I don't care, Mrs. Xie reminded me, it's cold outside, Madame should go back to the house quickly," Yuzhu was slightly embarrassed.

Zhang Junwei heard her words before he realized that he came out wearing a gown, and he always wore a cloak when he went out on weekdays, but this time it was indeed a little cold.

She also walked back quickly, and when she entered the door of the house, she had not yet stepped into the main hall, when she suddenly heard someone call her "Zhu'er", a voice that she was very familiar with.

It was the person who had made her look forward to it, thinking about it day and night, the voice that had fascinated her and couldn't extricate herself.

She turned around and saw the man in an inky uniform and a rabbit fur collar cloak standing inside the door of the house, and she asked indifferently, "What are you doing here?"

Zhu Youzhu's eyebrows were slightly raised, staring at her very calmly, and said, "I'll take you home."

"Home?" Zhang Junyu was slightly stunned when he heard this, but he still pretended to sneer, "This is the home of the people's women, Your Majesty's home, in the Forbidden City." ”

"A place with you is called home."

Zhu Youzhu frowned tightly, approached slowly, stretched out his hand to her, his eyes were like torches, and said softly: "Zhu'er, go home with me."

Zhang Junyu's face did not change, and he simply took out the letter of resignation from his sleeve, "Your Majesty has taken the women's divorce, the letter of resignation is still here, and Your Majesty still wants to ......"

Before Zhang Junyu finished speaking, Zhu Youzhu snatched the letter of resignation and said: "What can this paper of resignation be used for, after the abolition of the edict, you are still my queen!"

Zhu Youjiao's words were quite eager, and there was no flaw between his words, so that Zhang Junfang had nothing to answer, but paused, and then said: "Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven, so naturally whatever you say is what you say, but you know the king's law, but you still trespass into people's houses, isn't it mediocre!"

"What about mediocrity!" Zhu Youzhu immediately answered, and on the other hand, he discarded the book in his hand in the snow in a very chic manner, and only said: "For the emperor to be mediocre and honest, but it is just a decision made by those literati in a thought, how can the name behind him be as free as in his life."

Zhu Youzhu took her hand, his affectionate gaze always fell on her clear eyes, and he called softly: "Zhu'er."

Zhang Junfang was not in a hurry to break free, at this moment, how could she still be as unwavering as before.

"Follow me back to the palace," he said: "From now on, mine is yours, my country is at your disposal, my world is under your control, whether it is Empress Lu or Wu Tang, as long as you want, everything is up to you."

She stared at him, and his sincere eyes did not allow her to run away from him.

But she still couldn't open her heart again, and that sharp gaze when he grabbed her neck that day; The fierce look in his eyes when he held his sword on her shoulder; And when she cried so much that Pear Blossom and Rain asked him what he had done wrong, his cold eyes always touched her heartstrings.

Zhang Junfang finally withdrew his hand, looking at him with a cold pool in his eyes, just like the cold gaze he had when he looked at her on the day she left the palace.

"I don't want to."

Zhu Youjiao's hands stopped in mid-air, and he didn't put them down for a long time, just staring at her and lowering his eyes without a trace.

Zhang Junyu's eyes were already filled with tears, she forced herself to pretend to be indifferent, turned around and turned her back on Zhu Youzhang, took a long breath, and said coldly: "You go."

"I hope that we will never see each other again in this life, and we will be well."

Zhang Junyu's tears had fallen like pearls with broken threads, and tears were rolling on his cold cheeks, leaving only a trace of warmth.

Seeing that she had made such a decision, Zhu Youzhu finally withdrew his hand and left gloomily.

But Zhang Junfang regretted it, and Zhu Youzhu just stepped out of the house, so she turned around and chased after her.

"Don't go, don't leave me......"

She hugged him abruptly, lay on his shoulder, and wept uncontrollably, and in an instant it soaked the hem of his clothes.

Zhu Youzhu was stunned at first, and then naturally surprised, he also turned around and took her into his arms, and said gently: "I'm not leaving."

Zhang Junfang has always been ruthless, she loves him after all, even if that affection was once shattered.

She couldn't stand to be alone in her life, at least for now.

The snow hugged each other tightly, if in the eyes of others, he was naturally envious, but in the eyes of Tan Yifeng, it had become a heartache, even if he had no heart.

But he did not regret telling Zhu Youzhu about his whereabouts.

Yu Daochun said that Yu'er is the reincarnation of the post-star, born by riding a dragon and hugging a phoenix, and is destined to be the mother of the world.

He never believed in the so-called past and present lives, and the nonsense of those reincarnations of the stars, but now he still believes in it.

What he believes is that in the eyes of the sage, there will never be his appearance again.

What he believes is that there will never be him in his heart again.

He stood in the snow, looking at his former childhood sweetheart entangled with others, with a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth.

It's just that smile, it's bitter.

From beginning to end, he was just a bystander......