Chu Lingye stopped and looked at the woman who ran over in a hurry, a layer of black mist faintly floating in her inky eyes.

"It's cold outside, don't catch a cold."

Chu Lingye was more than a head taller than her, she stood on tiptoe and panted and draped the big on him, there was a faint smell similar to grass and rain dew on his body, which smelled very good.

"Alright." Carefully tidying up the big box for him, An Xin smiled contentedly, but found that he was staring at her with dark eyes.

His gaze made her panic.

"Princess, you will soon regret marrying this king."

Chu Lingye's magnetic voice fell faintly.

An Xin shook defenselessly, and before he could think clearly about the meaning of his words, he had already descended the stone steps, and the tall figure disappeared into the vast snow shadow in the blink of an eye.

"Do you know what my brother's purpose is in marrying you?"

A mocking voice sounded behind her, An Xin turned her head, it was the county lord Chu Jiaowan, she pinched her slender waist, and her snow-white and delicate little face raised at an angle of nearly forty-five degrees.

An Xin couldn't help but take a breath of cold air and said lightly: "I don't want to know." ”

It's not that I really don't want to know, but I just feel that the little woman in front of me has bad intentions......

Chu Jiaowan was a little surprised, and pouted arrogantly: "You don't want to know, I have to tell you, you are just a pretense, Brother Wang married you purely to protect Sister Siying." ”

Sister Siying?

Does he have another woman?

This realization made An Xin's heart ache slightly.

Even though Chu Lingye in this life is so indifferent and ruthless to her, however, An Xin has pinned all her feelings on him at the first sight of seeing him here, she still regards him as her Ling Ye, she believes that her Ling Ye will come back, and she will spoil and love her like in that life......

And she, of course, can't accept that there are other women in her Ling Ye!

"Haha, wishful thinking is in vain, right? Anxin, who do you think you are? There is never a shortage of women better than you around Brother Wang, and there are many people who want to marry him as a princess, and Brother Wang marries you entirely because you are a lowly abandoned girl. ”

Chu Jiaowan stood directly opposite An Xin, looked at her pale face, and deliberately said it clearly and meticulously.

Perhaps, there is an exaggeration in her words, but An Xin judged the truth eight times out of ten. Nine will be so.

……

As soon as An Xin left the dining room, Yanling, who had been waiting outside, greeted her: "Princess, can you have breakfast?" ”

An Xin was preoccupied and nodded.

At this time, there was a sudden pinprick pain in her lungs, and she frowned in pain and coughed violently twice.

"Princess, are you still getting better?"

Yan Ling asked timidly beside her, this little maid seemed to know a lot about her...... An Xin breathed hard and deeply, suppressing the pain in her lungs:

"What's your name?"

"Princess, you ...... What do you mean? ”

Yan Ling took a small step back in fear, did the princess pretend to be stupid or was she really stupid?

The young girl, everything on her face was written, An Xin saw her thoughts, and smiled harmlessly: "Sister, you don't have to be afraid of me, you also know that I am sick, I am too sick, and I suddenly don't remember anything from before." ”

Does illness in the lungs also affect memory?

Yan Ling stared at the big eyes of the water spirit and did not speak.

The so-called eyes are the windows of the soul, Yanling's eyes are clear and thorough, An Xin can see at first glance that this is a simple and innocent and a little timid girl.

She came to this strange dynasty alone, she didn't know anything about the people and things here, she always had to find someone she could trust as a companion, and a simple girl like Yanling was the right person......

An Xin took a step closer to Yanling, and put her right hand on her thin shoulder: "I don't want anyone to know about my amnesia, can you keep it a secret for me?" ”

As a subordinate in the palace, Yanling was used to speaking in a low voice, and the princess treated her like this, she was flattered and hurriedly bowed and saluted:

"Yes, princess, the slave is willing to keep it secret for the princess, and the slave and maid will not tell others if they are killed."

An Xin stroked the pain with her hand: "How much do you know about my past?" Tell me all about it. ”