Leng Yixiu stood in front of the window, facing a hot wind, blowing a strand of hair on his shoulder, and the tips of the hair gently swept his face, making him feel an inexplicable irritability in his heart.

But his heart was still a little excited, his face was still calm on the surface, but his eyes were staring at the two people who came over with some expectation.

He felt that these two people were walking too slowly today, what were they rubbing?

finally saw two people walking up to him like snails, and hesitated not to speak, Leng Yixiu's heart was a little angry, and he asked impatiently: "Didn't you stay by the princess's side?" What are you doing here? ”

Leng Fifteen's head was lowered, and the fingers hidden at his side pinched the thin envelope tightly, as if the light thing was like a giant stone that pressed him to the point where he couldn't lift his hand.

"Back to the master, subordinates ......" Leng Fifteen's head lowered and his voice was hidden.

"Huh?" Leng Yixiu raised his eyebrows slightly, and there was an irresistible majesty in his tone.

This sound was just a faint word, but it was like a knife grinding fiercely on the hearts of Leng Fifteen and Leng Fifteen.

The two of them tightened up, and they no longer dared to have the slightest hint of joke, Leng Fifteen's hand was raised slightly, and he held the letter above the leader, and said in a deep voice: "Master, this is what the princess asked her subordinates to bring to you." ”

"Hmm." Leng Yixiu still didn't say anything else, it was still just a faint word, but the tone was very different, with a little joy and a little pride.

Leng Fifteen and Leng Fifteen could hear it, and they both sighed in their hearts, silently retreated, and hid in the dark.

Leng Yixiu looked at the envelope, the seal was just folded, and it was not glued, and a little bit of white letter paper was slightly exposed.

He took a deep breath, stood under the lamp, and slowly pulled out the letter paper, as if he was gently playing with an elegant piece of porcelain, cautiously and with a slightly nervous expression, slightly excited.

Is it a love poem? He couldn't help but smile, those eyes were slightly bent, as if they were swinging out of the water, and he didn't notice it.

Gently unfolded the thin paper, held it in the palm of his hand, there seemed to be her fragrance in the ink fragrance, he narrowed his eyes, and refused to drop a word to look at it.

And away?

And off!

These two words were like daggers, and they broke the tenderness in his heart before, the honey in his eyes, and with a fierce and cold wind, he split the heat in Leng Yixiu's heart, and roared to his eyes.

And away? What does that mean? Leng Yixiu's mind was blank, his eyes were firmly fixed on those two words, the other words couldn't be seen at all, her handwriting was not good-looking, but it did not prevent Leng Yixiu from seeing every stroke of those two words very clearly, and even he felt that those strokes were engraved into his heart one by one.

The blood was dripping with every stroke, and the cold and pain made Leng Yixiu's reason grind into ash inch by inch, and with the hot wind, it dispersed and disappeared without a trace.

He grabbed the piece of paper, flicked his sleeves, stepped on the wind under his feet, and quickly walked towards the Red Sleeve Garden.

Leng Fifteen and Leng Fifteen were still walking dejectedly on the way back to the Red Sleeve Garden, and neither of them had a bottom in their hearts, and they didn't know what today's matter would fall on, but today's ...... The two of them were deliberately separated by Rong Xi, and when they arrived at the Meiyu Pavilion, it was about the same time as Leng Yixiu.

So, they don't know what happened, princess...... Is it ruthless with that Zhang Yang? They really can't tell.

According to the previous "rumors", it must be affectionate, and because of that sour man, the princess still doesn't care about the prince, but can the rumors be true? What is the same thing about their princess as rumored?

However, if the rumors are false, then why did the princess go? And deliberately split them?

Alas...... It's really distressing.

The two of them were melancholy, and suddenly felt a gust of wind drifting past, and the faint silver-white clothes and the crisp aroma in the air were all marking that the person just now was the prince.

The two of them glanced at each other, their eyes opened instantly, and they hurriedly followed.

Rong Xi was about to fall asleep, she had already taken a bath, after washing, her hair was scattered, and she took off her outer clothes, and her snow-white silk middle clothes shone faintly in the candle flames.

She held an ancient medical book from Li Haijiang in her hand, looked at it carefully, and scolded these Chinese texts as she read them, which was really incomprehensible.

Suddenly feeling a gust of wind outside, she sat up straight all of a sudden, holding the book in one hand, and reaching under the pillow with the other hand to touch the black iron dagger.

She pursed her lips, her brow furrowed, her eyes blazing, and her eyes staring at the intruder outside the door.

Leng also repairs.

He had a hot wind on his body, his hair was floating behind his head, a pair of eyebrows and eyes were reflected in the candlelight, the leaping flames seemed to jump into his dark eyes, staring at himself tightly, he pursed his lips tightly, the lines of his face were as stiff as iron, and he was clutching a piece of letter paper in his hand.

Rong Xi immediately understood, this is the master who came to Xingshi to ask for sin, why did he come so quickly? I'm thinking about why I have to come early tomorrow morning.

Leng Yixiu saw her guardedness, she straightened her back and left the bedside behind her, holding the black glittering dagger in her hand, completely in a posture of preparing to attack.

His heart ached, the word "Heli" roared in his head, his eyes stared at her, he didn't blink, something in his chest kept surging up, blocked in his throat, he couldn't spit out and couldn't swallow, his breathing was a little unsmooth, his fingers were slightly forced, and the thin and brittle page of paper rattled gently.

"And leave?" After a while, Leng Yixiu seemed to be unable to control his mouth, and slowly spoke, hearing his own voice low and unpleasant, and the two words he spit out were more like two heavy hammers, hitting the tip of his heart fiercely.

"Yes." Rong Xi didn't look at him, but calmly turned his gaze and looked at the piece of paper.

How could she be so calm? How could she? The pain in Leng Yixiu's heart was mixed with anger, which was instantly ignited by Rong Xi's calm, his fingers were held again and again, and the page and the book slowly fell from his fingertips like snowflakes, and the chill was also like a snowflake moistening his fingers and his heart.

"Why?" Leng Yixiu's eyes were dancing with flames, and his eyebrows were raised, with a sharp arc, like a flying sword, infinite brilliance.

Rong Xi looked at Leng Yixiu like this, her heart tingled slightly, did he really care so much? If you care, why don't you even give yourself the most basic trust?

Rong Xi, who comes from modern society, is independent, self-reliant, self-respecting and self-reliant, and it is absolutely impossible for him to live like those ancient women, even if it is those noble princesses, princesses, and even ...... Empress.

Rong Xi smiled slightly, her smile swayed in the candlelight, with a hint of poignant, "The most important and basic thing between husband and wife is trust, since you refuse to trust me and barely maintain such a relationship, what's the point?" ”

Trust?

Leng Yixiu was slightly stunned, his brows furrowed again, this was obviously the answer he didn't expect, he always thought that Rong Xi still had Zhang Yang in his heart, and even this time he left to be able to be with Zhang Yang, how could he actually ...... Is it for trust?

This word was too foreign to him...... Who did he trust? Brothers? Father? These flesh-and-blood relatives are exactly what he has worked hard to calculate and guard against day and night, how can he trust?

No...... It's too hard.

However, now Rong Xi actually proposed this word.

After Leng Yixiu was stunned, she immediately thought that Rong Xi was deliberately embarrassing herself, when she said those Jiuhua thrones and flesh and blood brothers before, that kind of sigh and sigh were so real, and she also thought that he understood herself like that, she should know that trust - for herself, it is something that she has never thought she has ever had since she was sensible.

But she wanted something like this. It's not embarrassing, what is it?

Leng Yixiu looked at Rong Xi in front of her, her long hair was scattered behind her, and the snow-white middle clothes on her body were shining with a faint light, the luster of the hair was comparable to the luster of this silk, her face was not powdered, but there was a full and crystalline luster, like a piece of fine porcelain from the hands of a master, the lines were smooth and beautiful, and people couldn't help but think about it...... Reach out and stroke it.

Leng Yixiu involuntarily stretched out his hand slowly, his fingertips were moist under the candlelight, but he trembled slightly, Rong Xi didn't expect him to suddenly stretch out his hand, this person was still angry and going crazy just now, why did he suddenly have such a move? What kind of rhythm is this?

She was stunned for a moment, her head involuntarily tilted slightly, and Leng Yixiu's fingertips brushed the hair around her ears and slid over.

It's just that this slip shook the hearts of the two people.

It was like a warm spark in the cold, and suddenly there was a "bang", so abruptly it exploded, making people's eyes light up, but they involuntarily retreated.

Leng Yixiu's retreat was just a moment. He felt the silky slip through his fingertips, as if the smooth hair had slid into his veins, and in his nerves, like a little starlight, exploded into his every pore.

As...... Same that night.

Thinking like this, Leng Yixiu's movements couldn't stop anymore, and his sliding fingers turned back, and her hair was wrapped around her fingers, which was cool and faintly fragrant.

His lips pressed together, and she turned her head in surprise, a warm kiss landing on her cheek.

The long-lost warmth and softness under his lips made Leng Yixiu tremble, his hand held the back of her head, his forehead against hers, and whispered: "Rongxi ......"

Rong Xi came back to her senses after that brief surprise, her eyes were slightly cold, and she said word by word: "Let go of me." ”