If it weren't for today, Murong Makeup would still be living in the dream she had wove by herself, and she wouldn't believe that the man who once loved her would be ruthless, and at this moment she hated the person who broke her dream, if it weren't for this slut, she would still be living in a dream, and she could still deceive herself and not have to face the cruelty of waking up. She shook off the servant woman who grabbed her, and her voice was sad: "Lord, my mother has been unwell recently, and I want to stay in the mansion to take care of her for a few days to fulfill her filial piety." ”

"Makeup is indispensable in the palace, and makeup still goes back to the house with this king." Ling Chen's voice was smooth and his tone was gentle, and outsiders only thought that these two were deeply in love.

This is not allowed.

She never wanted to go back to that cage again. Murong Makeup is the proud daughter of the sky, and she also has her own proud capital, "The concubine Niangniang has taught the concubine many times to be filial in front of her parents......"

"If you don't want to go back with this king, forget it, this king will let people present the letter of resignation."

Ling Chen's gentle tone was cruel, and he looked at the figure who walked away with a calm expression. When the figure heard this, he was indifferent, and did not even pause and hurried away as if he were hiding from the plague.

She just walked away, without even looking at him.

Ling Chen's body stiffened a little, as if all the sunshine and all the warmth had been taken away by that woman, and he was only left with a cold shell. The fate is over, the love is gone, leaving only infinite thoughts, nowhere to escape, cutting his heart night and night. It would be better if he didn't know anything in the ancient world, but God knew to let him know what kind of happiness he had, and she didn't even want her life for him. She was originally his fateful wife, but now he only sees her thrown into the arms of others, how can he be embarrassed?

Murong Makeup's pretty face was suddenly as white as frost, her desperate heart was covered with layers of frost, her body was shaky, and the servant woman behind her hurriedly stepped forward to support her.

In the face of a cruel and heartless man, she couldn't say no. Murong Makeup was completely desperate, her proud appearance was like a ghost at the moment, everyone couldn't avoid it, the identity of the only concubine's sister could be relied on, and she was unbearable in front of Ling Chen, if she didn't have the identity of Princess Jin, she really had nothing.

Ling Chen didn't even look at Murong Makeup, and walked away. The servant woman behind her hurriedly put on Murong makeup, and the originally calm eyes of the Pingyang Houfu were even more stunned at this moment.

As soon as Murong Yan stepped into the Autumn Wind Courtyard, her eyebrows frowned slightly. What day is it? I met people I shouldn't have met in Huixian Tower, I met people I didn't want to meet in the Houfu, and I was waiting for people who shouldn't have been waiting in Qiufeng Temple.

"What are you going to do?" Murong Yan didn't give the guest a good look, "Sick again?" ”

"I'm here to see the play." Rong Huan stood up and smiled lightly, "The master is not here, it is difficult to drink a glass of water." ”

Murong Yan raised her eyes to look at him, Murong Bai knew that it was not strange for the bride to drop her bag, she didn't want to guard against Murong Bai at all. But Rong Huan knew that this made her reflect on where the leak was.

She thinks like she is very wise, her indifferent face is a little less alienated and more girlish and soft, and her eyes are as calm as water are brighter and expressive than ever, as if she has insight into people's hearts and sees straight into your heart.

Rong Huan is seen comfortably, if he can be watched by these eyes for the rest of his life, it is one of the great blessings in life.

"I won't tear down Ah Yan's stage." Rong Huan made his position clear, he was on Murong Yan's side, "I don't have such courage." ”

"It's best to know!"

"Ah Yan doesn't seem to welcome me." Rong Huan stood tall and jade, and his voice was like jade, "I came to say goodbye to Ah Yan." ”

In ten days, it will be the wedding day of Ling Yue and Rong Huan. After the wedding, Rong Huan returned to China with his wife and 200,000 soldiers and horses, and Rong Huan after returning to China will no longer be today's Rong Huan.

Rong Huan sat down, took the tea handed by Yuzhu, and exclaimed, "Good tea!" Or the host came back. ”

"I don't know if Ah Yan will be free tomorrow, I want to invite Ah Yan to gather at the Huixian Building and express my gratitude to Ah Yan for saving her life." Rong Huan put down the teacup and raised his eyes to look at the flowers and plants in the courtyard, "The flowers and plants in this yard are well cared for." The subject shifted a little more quickly, as if fearing that the request would be rejected on the spot.

"This is taken care of by His Royal Highness himself." Lingzhi smiled as she watered the flowers.

Rong Huan's hand resting on the table shook slightly, and then looked at Murong Yan, "Ah Yan has an appointment?" ”

"Nope." Joy flooded Rong Huan's heart, and then receded like a tide, "I don't like Huixianlou, if you have something to say, just say it here." "Farewell, it's the same everywhere. Murong Yan's reason for refusing was not subtle at all, and even the excuse was saved.

Rong Huan coughed lightly, and the gentle and decent smile on his face was still there, "Ah Yan can save me a lot now." ”

Murong Yan stopped talking, and the scene suddenly fell silent.

At the beginning, there was the sound of Ganoderma lucidum watering, which was so quiet at the moment that it was embarrassing, making Qingyue outside the wall sweat with anxiety. Where is His Highness, who kills decisively and wisely and competently on weekdays? It's better to find something to say, how can there be such an invitation to a woman, a woman is not reserved, is she still called a woman? Can't let the woman take the initiative?

Once refused, twice soft-hearted, and three times successful. Qing Yue's heart was thinking that the master could invite the beauty to dinner, and the three-step sequence set by the master in his mind was similar to crying, making trouble, and hanging himself. He couldn't wait to rush into the courtyard to break the silence between the two, and help the master send an invitation to the beauty to confess his heart.

Qing Yue was in a hurry, the sweat on his forehead wiped layer after layer, and the courtyard was still as quiet as ever. Qing Yue didn't know that his master was enjoying the tranquility of the moment. Just don't do anything, don't say anything, the two stay together quietly, Rong Huan already feels very comfortable, relieved and satisfied.

Murong Yan doesn't like to talk, Rong Huan doesn't talk much, and when the two of them are together, it's just a superposition of two stuffy gourds, double the stuffiness.

Murong Yan sat on the rocking chair with her eyes closed, shaking it for a while, enjoying the sunlight shining through the shade of the trees, and having one more person or one less around her had little impact on her.

Rong Huan lowered her head and stared at her toes, just now, there was a little insect or something, she gently rubbed her right calf a few times with the tip of her left toe, and the natural movements were not pretentious or pretentious at all, it was pure true feelings, and she was not defensive against him at all.

Rong Huan was happy in his heart, forgetting his feelings for a while, and he didn't notice that Murong Yan opened his eyes suddenly, and was caught red-handed.

"I have mud on the toe of my shoes?" Murong Yan glanced at him, ancient men liked to peep at the tips of women's shoes?

Rong Huan choked and stood up to say goodbye.

"No send-off." Murong Yan glanced at him, "You are about to get married, since I don't congratulate you, I won't give gifts." ”