Glancing at the lake, Ye Xiaoyu sighed secretly.

From accidentally falling into the water in her previous life, to the shipwreck in Shanghai last time, to today, why can't she attract lessons and lessons, and then overcome her fear and learn to swim well?

Ye Xiaoyu took a deep breath, and then jumped into the cold lake water.

It's better to be a water ghost than to be in a different place, at least to keep a whole corpse.

The lake water was colder than expected, Ye Xiaoyu rushed in, her nose and mouth choked uncomfortably, but it only lasted for a while, and even before she lost consciousness, she was sucked into a black hole.

The force from all sides squeezed towards her, as if she was being encased in a transparent plastic film, and someone was constantly squeezing her hands outside. Just when Ye Xiaoyu felt that she was about to explode, suddenly there was a clear sight in front of her, and she couldn't help but poke her head out.

As soon as she came into contact with the air, she gulped desperately, and the pressure in her chest disappeared at once, which made her a little at a loss except to gasp for air.

She didn't die, if it weren't for the fact that her breathing was still unstable, if it weren't for the fact that her body was still immersed in water, Ye Xiaoyu wanted to run around the imperial city for a few days.

After adjusting her breathing and inhaling several tons of air in a row, Ye Xiaoyu realized that she was in an indoor pool.

Indoor pools?

She was stunned.

Could it be that this is another palace?

Whoever cares, he's still alive anyway. Ye Xiaoyu thought about it, so she supported the ground with her hands and dragged herself up from the water with all her might.

White jade blue and white on the ground. It's smooth without even a trace of lines.

Ye Xiaoyu was dripping with water all over her body, and the shoes on her feet didn't know where they were lost. After only two steps, he fell to the ground again without any accident.

Syllable.

It was so loud that she felt the whole palace shake.

"Who are you?"

A voice came from overhead.

Ye Xiaoyu raised her head with difficulty.

“！！”

Although she didn't want to see the person in front of her at all, she was still inexplicably happy in her heart.

"Why are you here?!"

The voice asked again.

"Princess Ling, Princess Lingwan, the grass people meet Princess Lingwan......"

Ye Xiaoyu gritted her teeth and made her posture kneeling.

"Who am I?"

Princess Lingwan's eyes widened, and she pointed to herself and asked.

“……”

Ye Xiaoyu was confused by her for a while, and she didn't know how to answer this question.

"The grass people are guilty of accidentally breaking into the princess's bedchamber. I'll leave ...... now."

"I'm not Princess Lingwan. She was already dead. ”

The look of the person in front of him suddenly became sad, and he didn't care about Ye Xiaoyu, but sat on the carved jade next to him.

"Princess, has something happened?"

Ye Xiaoyu sensed that something was wrong. Silently sat down in place. looked at Ling Wan cautiously and asked.

"I embroidered a lot of beautiful clothes yesterday. My father was very happy. ”

Ling Wan said, her eyes flashing with a strange light.

Ye Xiaoyu frowned and silently stood up from the ground. Look around. found that in the huge house, there was no one else except Ling Huan. Not even the palace maids and eunuchs.

This pond was supposed to be used to cool off the heat in the early days, but if you look closely, you will find that the dust has accumulated around it and has been abandoned for a long time.

And this Ling Wan is far from the heroic, arrogant and arrogant princess in her memory, and the person in front of her has a dull face and a blank look. Aside from the physical resemblance, there is nothing in common at all.

What has happened in the past few years?

Suddenly, she was shocked.

"Princess Lingwan, what about the sunny?"

Ye Xiaoyu blurted out.

Ling Wan has become this half-stupid and not stupid, what about Sunny?!

"It's raining outside, look, where will it be sunny? It's raining......"

Ling Wan pointed out the window and muttered to herself, as if she didn't understand Ye Xiaoyu's words at all.

"Sunny - where are you now, O your colt?!!"

Ye Xiaoyu looked excited.

There were some bad things in her mind that kept popping up, and she forced the discomfort gushing out of her heart and asked with difficulty.

"Sunny? Bridegroom? Who are these people? I don't recognize...... I'm not a princess......"

Ling Wan said as she snapped her fingers.

His expression is serious like that of a child who has just learned to count.

"Sunny!! Where the hell is the sunny!?? ”

Ye Xiaoyu collapsed, stepped forward and grabbed her collar and yelled loudly.

"You took the trouble to summon him as a colt, and now you tell me you don't know him and don't know where he is?!!"

"Ahh......hh What are you doing so fiercely? Woohoo......"

Ling Wan was so frightened that she cried.

Helpless.

"You sue me, sunny...... Sunny he is not ...... Is it already dead? ”

Ye Xiaoyu let go of the hand holding Ling Wan's collar in a daze, and the whole person fell to the ground weakly.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the rainwater on the eaves gathered in bundles and hit a few plantains in front of the window, and the wide leaves, unable to bear it, began to sway.

Ye Xiaoyu sat on the edge of the pool, motionless, stiff like a stone statue.

"Sunny ...... Scold...... Are you talking about the good-looking and powerful Sunny Weather? ”

There was silence for a long time, and Ling Wan muttered.

Ye Xiaoyu raised her head suddenly.

Perhaps, things are not so bad, maybe there is a turnaround and hope.

"Just a few months ago, it was a nice day and the sun was warm. He and Ling Huan...... Died together in front of Xuanwu Gate......"

Rumble.

It's almost a brain-bursting sound.

"You don't talk nonsense?! You are Ling Huan, you are still here, you are still alive, how can Qinglang die!?? ”

Ye Xiaoyu got up from the ground and looked at her condescendingly.

"I'm not Lingjuan...... I said that I am not Linghuan...... Ling Wan is dead...... It was at Xuanwumen, and he died with Qinglang...... I'm not ......."

It was as if a nerve had been touched. Ling Wan yelled and got up from the jade, and ran out like crazy.

"Tell me clearly, what's wrong with Sunny?!!"

Where was Ye Xiaoyu willing to let her go, grabbed her sleeve, and asked hoarsely.

"Ahh!!hh Ling Huan, you slut, don't come to me, it's not me who killed Qinglang, it's not me...... He was shot to save you, to save you. It's all you. It's all your ......!! ”

Ling Huan, who was grabbed by the sleeve, began to scream, pointing at Ye Xiaoyu with her finger while screaming, with a look of horror on her face, as if Ye Xiaoyu was the culprit who killed Qinglang.

Ye Xiaoyu was stunned.

She probably figured out what was going on. But she didn't want to understand. Why should she understand? Why does she need to understand this kind of thing?

"You let go of me! Ling Huan, you killed Qinglang. You don't have to die well......"

Ling Wan said, taking the opportunity to break free of Ye Xiaoyu's hand and run out quickly.

No wonder. She had been in the palace for ten days, but she had never seen any mention of the princess and the pony, and everyone avoided them as if they were afraid of being contaminated with the plague. She always thought that this was just a cold expression of human affection in the harem, but she didn't expect it......

No wonder, for a period of time, just thinking of Qinglang's name, her heart was sad, she thought it was because she missed it too much, was too hypocritical, but she didn't think of it......

When she left Quanxiu Village, she was determined to ignore the affairs of Yuejing, she always thought that even if it was not out of her own will to become a concubine, but Qinglang could at least live a life of fine clothes and food, at least she didn't have to run around for a living like her every day, at least someone could be by his side and live a stable life.

Because of this thinking, she put all the faults on Qinglang's head with peace of mind, and lived a new life in Rongzhou, thousands of miles away, and met new people. Every time I think of him, I also have a little resentment and dissatisfaction.

Because she knows that Qinglang is better than her, she can complain unscrupulously, unscrupulously angry, and even unscrupulous feelings and thoughts. But this qiē is all based on the fact that he is still alive, and he is still a fucking horse master above 10,000 people under one person in the Great Cause Country, not a tragic death outside the Xuanwu Gate, turning into a handful of loess in the vast land.

How can this be? How so?!!

There are more and more feelings in her heart, as if she is about to explode.

"No—!!"

Ye Xiaoyu's legs were weak, and she knelt down in place, raising her head and shouting hysterically.

The pouring rain poured on the eaves like a mountain torrent bursting the embankment, and the banana leaves in front of the window swayed, and one of them was crushed and fell into the ditch in front of the house.

She was on her knees like that, her clothes still dripping. But she didn't know it. His face became more and more pale, and he was obviously already in a sea of blood in his heart, but he couldn't shed a single tear on his face.

*

After waiting for seven or eight days in Yuejing, Zou Youheng finally couldn't bear it anymore. In his current mood, he can't live a life like this. Judging from the letters sent, Ye Xiaoyu should be fine for a while, and he wants to take advantage of this time to go back to Rongzhou.

Everything was full of weirdness and weirdness, and if he sat back like this, he would probably go crazy.

*

I don't know how long she knelt for a long time, until the whole person fell to the ground, Ye Xiaoyu came back to her senses, unconsciously, the clothes on her body had dried, she gritted her teeth, and wanted to get up from the ground, but found that the lower half of her body had lost consciousness.

She lay on the water-filled ground for a while, until the sky outside the window began to darken, and her feet regained some consciousness and she sat up from the ground. It was gray, and she didn't know where to run, and the silence around her was like a dead city.

Her mind was blank, and she walked around the room like a walking corpse that had been stripped of her soul.

The house is large, with dusty carved stone pillars and cobweb-covered cups that seem to tell of the glory of the past.

This is probably a palace. It's a pity that now here, there are no palace lights, no one cleans, and it is gray, like a tomb of the living dead. (To be continued......)