() Although I know that some words will become moldy and torture if I hold them in my heart, I can't talk about them freely.

King Fu and Zi Yan talked and laughed all the way to the Funing Palace, and when they arrived at the gate of the courtyard, King Fu suddenly stopped, and Zi Yan also stopped and asked; "Why don't you go in?" Zi Yan's little face was puzzled.

King Fu pulled Zi Yan into his arms and said something in her ear, and Zi Yan's face changed when she heard it; "Brother Wang; How can you do that? Can't you face the reality that Xuanxuan is no longer there? You know that you are hurting your sister-in-law the most, you are really too much. Murong Yichuan told Zi Yan what happened between himself and Wan Ruo, but he didn't include the two of them snatching Wen Jun's painting, he just told Zi Yan about the night of the fifteenth day of the first lunar month and the incident of his encounter with Xiahou Yulan on the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, he didn't want Zi Yan to know anything about Wanruo and Wen Jun.

"I don't know, don't blame me, I sue you I hope you can help me comfort and comfort her, and I hope her mood will get better as soon as possible." Murong Yichuan's handsome face was suddenly filled with bitter sorrow, and the last thing he wanted to face was the fact that Xuanxuan was no longer there and to measure the weight of Xuanxuan and Wanru in his mind. He hoped to be forgiven by her for the past two nights, because he couldn't sleep comfortably if he couldn't hug her delicate body and fall asleep, and he would worry about whether she would have nightmares, but he would never know that he was hurting Wanruo in his sleep.

Zi Yan saw that her brother Wang was in such pain, so she couldn't complain about him or anything, so she had to smile at Wang Yingying, which was considered a comfort to him; "Brother Wang, don't worry, let's go in quickly."

As if she was just infected with the wind and cold, it was no big deal, she took a pair of medicine and pushed it down, more than two hours have passed, and the medicine has also gone down, at this time she is sitting in front of the table and preparing to unfold the scriptures and prepare to copy the Buddhist scriptures, she doesn't want to let herself be idle, although her whole body is like a ball of cotton, but she still has to do something to fill her leisure time, only in this way will she not be cranky, and she can temporarily put aside all kinds of things between him and King Fu, and he has not been by her side for the past two nights, God knows that he can't sleep, God knows that his whole body will be in a cold sweat when he is awakened by a nightmare, although his body is curled up in a ball, but he still feels so unsteady, she really can't leave him, but she has to pretend to be brave and grit her teeth to support.

"Sister-in-law; Are you feeling better? When she came to the room, Zi Yan hurriedly strode in front of Wanruo, and she didn't bother to sit down, so she hurriedly took Wanruo's hand and cared about it.

As if she raised her eyes to look at Zi Yan with a concerned expression, a warm current surged in her heart, but when she saw Murong Yichuan standing behind Zi Yan, she lowered her eyes; "I'm fine, it's just a cold, and I can't die for a while." Wanruo's tone was hard, and she raised her eyebrows at the man standing behind Zi Yan, obviously she didn't say it to Zi Yan, but to the man standing behind Zi Yan who was tender to herself.

"Sister-in-law; What are you talking about," Zi Yan certainly understood Wanruo's thoughts, and she hurriedly helped Yi Chuan to start talking.

Murong Yichuan faced the pale Wanruo, his heart was as distressed as a knife, and in the face of the coldness that seemed to him, but it hurt to the bone marrow, and the regret sprouted in his heart little by little, but in how a qiē had happened, he had hurt her, and now it was useless to say more, he could only use his actions to prove his regret to her, and his actions to prove his pain to her. Yi Chuan came to Wanruo in an arrow step, leaned down and stretched out his hand to touch Wanruo's forehead, until he was sure that her forehead was not hot and his hanging heart was not put down.

"Zi Yan; You accompany your sister-in-law to talk about it, I'll go back to Andian to deal with business first. After Murong Yichuan finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the door in a chic manner, as if he still raised his eyes to look at the back of the man leaving.

Zi Yan saw that there was a thick open book in front of her, so she picked it up curiously to take a look, and when she saw that the blue cover was scared of the word Buddhist scriptures, Zi Yan hurriedly put the book back, and then looked at Wanru with a surprised face; I couldn't help but shout; "Sister-in-law; What do you think of this kind of book, is it possible that you have to be a different kind of red dust? Zi Yan still thought of the scene more than a year ago when she was determined to become a monk in Leng Cui, and she has now figured it out, it is not like she really wants to become a monk, but a plan set up by Wen Jun for her, that is, she wants King Fu to experience the pain of being lost, but the result is effective, King Fu completely put down his figure in front of so many people and begged like not to become a monk, maybe it was from when King Fu was willing to put down his body in front of Wan Ruo to win her heart.

As if seeing Zi Yan's surprised expression, she put her hands on the thick scroll and smiled bitterly; "I want to escape into the empty door and come here, but I have no relationship with my family, Ziyan; Did you use the prescription I gave you? As if she didn't want to dwell on the topic of herself, she knew that Zi Yan should be a lobbyist for King Fu, and she didn't want to give Zi Yan a chance to speak, so she changed her conversation.

Ziyan Road; "I've been taking medicine according to the prescription since yesterday, and it's boiled with the water of the cold spring, I hope it can be effective." A trace of helplessness and bitterness swept over Zi Yan's flower-like face.