The cold moon is like a hook,

Starry

It was as if knocking on the door of Murong Yichuan's room

In the dim light, Murong Yichuan was holding a book in his hand and flipping through it casually

This is Murong Yichuan's room, the room is full of books, a bed, and all kinds of antique jade, and there are four pictures of beauties pasted on the wall, these four pictures are all of Ximen Ruoxuan, and there are two lines of poetry on each portrait

The first picture is Ximen Ruoxuan holding her cheeks against the sky, and there is a sentence next to her that there is no way to eliminate this feeling, so she frowned and went to her heart

In the second painting, Ximen Ruoxuan overlooks the building, and the sentence next to it is that the clothes and belts are gradually widened and will not regret it, and people will be haggard for Yi

The third is Ximen Ruoxuan lying in the plum blossoms, and there is a poem next to it that hates each other and does not know the tide and has letters, and the lovesickness * sea is not deep.

The fourth is Ximen Ruoxuan standing on the riverbank with flowing soft hair, and a poem next to it is that the sea was once difficult to water, except for Wushan, which is not a cloud.

It seems that the four paintings that she learned from Chunhong were painted by Murong Yichuan for her during Ximen Ruoxuan's lifetime, and the poems on them were mentioned by Murong Yichuan after Ximen Ruoxuan's death

"The concubine asks for peace to the prince." It's like walking up to Ikawa and judo

"No need to be polite, sit down." Murong Yichuan put down the one in his hand, as if he was sitting opposite him

"The princess hasn't slept so late, is there something wrong with coming to see this king?" Murong Yichuan's words were lukewarm, and he did not express surprise or displeasure at Wanruo's arrival. This kind of blandness makes it seem like a kind of sadness, the dark night was originally a time when husband and wife were gentle and lingering, but ......

"The concubine has something I want to discuss with the prince." Wanruo's tone was also faint and cold

How Murong Yichuan wished that she was here to invite herself to rest, but ...... It's like I'd rather stay alone in an empty room than give up my pride. The last time he asked himself if he loved her, at this moment he wanted to ask if he loved him

"What's the matter?"

As if he wrung his eyebrows, he said; "The queen mother hopes that the princess can let her old man B hug her grandson as soon as possible, and the concubine is the princess of the Fu Wangfu, the daughter-in-law of the queen mother, she should share her worries for the queen mother, and the concubine hopes that the prince will take a concubine, since the prince loves Luoxia so much, it is better to give her a name, I think Sister Simon will also be very happy."

As if the words came to an abrupt end, King Fu muttered for a long time, he came to himself so late to persuade himself to take a concubine, she was really cruel, didn't there be a little affection between them? Maybe it's because he doesn't care, so he pushes himself into the arms of another woman

"You're talking about one side." King Fu's voice was obviously much colder than just now

"The concubine hopes that the prince will take a concubine, and I hope that someone will open up branches for the prince as soon as possible." It was as if he had finished speaking, and stood up to leave

Murong Yichuan grabbed Wanruo's hand and stopped her from leaving

"Lord Wang, it's not too early, you better rest early, the concubine has retired." It was as if he was trying to break free from King Fu's hand, but King Fu's hand was like a hand that was just firm enough to fix Wanruo's hand. It was as if my hands were a little numb and a little painful

"Lord Wang, you hurt the concubine's body." "Is she begging for mercy?

Murong Yichuan slowly let go of Wanruo's hand

Murong Yichuan turned Wanruo's face around, and the two looked at each other

Murong Yichuan held a delicate little face

"You don't have to worry about the affairs of this king, and this king has nothing to do with you." Murong Yichuan's words were as cold as a knife, but there was still a touch of tenderness in his eyes,

As if she hadn't said anything, her face was still in Murong Yichuan's palm

Murong Yichuan didn't exert himself, he was afraid of hurting her.

"Do you love me?" Murong Yichuan asked coldly

seemed to be stunned for a long time, yes, does she love Murong Yichuan?

If she doesn't know whether she loves the man in front of her or not, she can't get the love of this man, so does she love this man? Suddenly, I feel like I'm so contradictory, so contradictory,

As if silent,

Murong Yichuan slowly moved his hand away from Wanruo's face

"What do you mean you don't speak? Don't you love me? ”

As if she was still silent, she didn't know how she answered, she didn't know whether she loved Murong Yichuan or hated, if there was hate, then there must be love, she didn't seem to have any hatred for Murong Yichuan, and some only complained, complaining that he used himself as a tool to be angry with the Queen Mother, he complained about Murong Yichuan's ruthlessness, and she blamed herself for her bumpy fate

Murong Yichuan saw that he didn't answer, so he simply didn't ask anymore, he knew that he couldn't answer this question either, because he hadn't fallen in love with the woman in front of him yet, but he didn't care as much about the woman in front of him as he had at the beginning, when he saw his favorite maid Luoxia being rude to her, he would be angry, and when he heard that she wanted to take a concubine, he would have a little pain in his heart, he really cared about this woman, if this woman disappeared in front of his eyes in the next moment, God knows it's going to tear my heart out.

Murong Yichuan pulled Wanruo into her arms, as if lying softly in Murong Yichuan's warm arms, and she heard his powerful heartbeat.

The lights in the house were blown out, and the room was dark

In the face of darkness, there was always a sense of fear, so she snuggled tightly into Murong Yichuan's arms

Murong Yichuan hugged this soft and fragrant body, but he couldn't touch her thoughts

Author's digression: Today's last update, tomorrow continues