() The cold wind is whining, and the dead branches are shaking.

In the quiet courtyard, a few plane trees swayed in the cold wind and danced the lonely withered branches, and a red figure stood under a thick plane tree, she leaned against the thick trunk of the plane tree, crossed her hands on her bulging lower abdomen, and quietly looked at the figure walking towards her, there was no expression on her face, and there was loneliness and sadness in her starry eyes.

"What are you going to do?" Murong Yichuan came close to Wanruo, but was frozen there by her words that did not have any temperature, and a gust of cold wind shattered that short words in an instant.

Murong Yichuan didn't know as if he had seen everything just now, he thought that because of yesterday's incident, he could only put down his man's dignity to make amends to her, he hurt her yesterday, but she was so desperate to protect the painting, did she know that it was also on herself?

Murong Yichuan approached as if he was here, approaching, as if he was still leaning on the trunk of the tree as steady as Mount Tai, "Like; You're still sad about what happened yesterday, I was wrong yesterday, I shouldn't have done that to you, I'm going to make amends to you, don't be angry, you're not torturing me like this, you're torturing yourself, and our children. Murong Yichuan's face was like watery tenderness, his hands were on his soft shoulders, and when his eyes met, what he read was like the indifference of a thousand miles away.

As if smiling coldly, she looked arrogantly at the man who was facing her with tenderness, she felt that he was so ridiculous, he was still talking and laughing in front of the stand-in just now, and at this moment he was able to be tender in front of herself, which side is the real him?

"I think she is more like Sister Ruoxuan than the drama in the northwest, you shouldn't miss it this time." It was as if he was looking at Murong Yichuan faintly, without expressing any sadness or displeasure, as if he was facing a painting without temperature, and as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

King Fu's heart suddenly tightened, he didn't expect to let her see it, and the indifference at this moment made him involuntarily think of the way he looked when he faced Liu'er, at that time because she didn't care about herself, but now-

Murong Yichuan swept Wanruo's face; "Things are not as you think, don't think about it, it's windy outside, it's going to freeze, let's go back to the room and talk about it." Murong Yichuan took Wanruo into his arms by himself, and then hugged her and walked towards the room.

"If I hadn't conceived your child, wouldn't you have cared so much about me?" When she returned to the room, she seemed to want to break free from Murong Yichuan's embrace, but she tried in vain, she felt that the hug at this moment was not sweet, but poison, and she would actually stay in the arms of the person who hurt herself, this is the irony of Dongmen!

Murong Yichuan shook his head desperately; I couldn't help but roar; "How can you say that? Do you know how cruel it is to me to say this, you can doubt me in everything, but you can't doubt my love for you, no! The last thing he wanted to face was the coldness of Wanruo, and her suspicion of this love, he didn't know when they were a little farther away from each other, he didn't understand why she was changing towards the past little by little, but he didn't know that the rift between them was caused by himself little by little.

Facing Murong Yichuan's excited expression, it seemed that he still had an indifferent and calm expression; "I haven't doubted your love for me, I know that I can't be like this, it's normal for you to be the prince's third wife and four concubines, I just hope that you can leave me a place after marrying the woman who resembles Sister Xuanxuan, I can't live without you, really." In an instant, the tears slipped down so uncompromisingly, she was really afraid that the woman who looked like Ximen Ruoxuan would lose what she had, she really couldn't be independent, she couldn't do without him.

Murong Yichuan hugged Wanruo tighter; "Fool, I won't marry anyone in this life except you, I just want you, just you." His lips slowly fell to the corners of his lips that seemed to be cold, and he used his enthusiasm to melt her ice at the moment.