Yu Zifei slumped his mouth, "Don't say it, I'm still depressed, I just sent away the county lord of Yuesha, and this matter is coming." ”

"What's the matter?" Muhuo asked boredly, it had nothing to do with him anyway.

It's not that Yaoqing yet.

"The woman?" Mu Feng frowned, "What's wrong with her, she knows about looking for them if she has nothing to do, she was finally scared away and couldn't come, why has this skin itched again recently, and she went to the house to uncover the tiles without beating for a day." ”

"She ......" Speaking of this, Yu Zifei put down the bowl, this feeling is tasteless, "What's the matter, our prince is going to marry her, Bai Xi hasn't spoken for a day, his face is gloomy, like I owe him half a cake, isn't there a happy event in this mansion, I don't understand, what is abnormal in the prince, why do you want to marry Yaoqing, is it because of the lord of Yuesha, so he married, but it's wrong......"

At this time, with a snap, the bowl in Mu Youwu's hand fell to the ground, and the rice inside was also spilled on the ground, which made Yu Zifei's mouth full of muttering silence.

"Mu Li," Mu Youwu put down the chopsticks in his hand and called Mu Li's name.

"I'm here, miss," Mu Li walked over and squatted on the ground to pick up the bowl.

"Give me another bowl," Mu Youwu looked at the rice on the ground lightly, but something flashed in her eyes, she turned her face and hid the tears that were already in her eyes. She said that Mu Youwu no longer needs tears in this life.

No matter how bitter or painful it is, she will not cry again.

"Yes," Mu left the kitchen to serve another bowl, and glared at him fiercely as he passed by, "You talk a lot." ”

Yu Zifei pointed at himself, choking for a long time, "Do I talk too much?" ”

Muhuo nodded approvingly, "A lot, it's a lot."

Well, Yu Zifei didn't speak, and he secretly glanced at Mu Youwu, and saw that Mu Youwu was eating, and his back was still very straight, but he also felt a little stiff, because he was facing away from them, so he couldn't see what her face was like at this time.

Didn't you say that this princess didn't care about their prince, so she shouldn't be sad if the prince married or something?

Therefore, he should not have said anything wrong, right, he comforted himself like this, and he didn't want to admit that he had said too much.

This night, I don't know how many days later, Mu Youwu sat up, pulled her clothes and draped them on her body, she hugged her knees, and the brilliance in her eyes disappeared a lot, she was like a daytime, and she didn't have half a point of spirit at all.

He forgot, forgot if it was, or did he do it on purpose, after he had something like that with her, he married another woman, and he was telling her, Mu Youwu, you don't have to think about this Mo Wangfu anymore, he has a moon veil in his heart, and there is a Yaoqing by his side.

So what about her, it's just that their Yu family is holding back the Mu family's chess pieces.

There was a slight coolness on her face, she stretched out her hand and gently stroked her face, it turned out that she was still crying, hurting, and hurting.

Originally. In this life, she still has tears, and she can still feel the feeling of heartache, she thinks that she has experienced it in her previous life, and she can keep her heart in this life, so it won't hurt anymore. It's just that she also left her heart in a certain place.

Will she ever be able to get it back?

Raising her face, she touched her face, and the corners of her lips were slightly raised, barely uncomfortable.

And this night, almost all of her sleepless nights, when she woke up the next day, the sky was already three strokes in the day, took the mirror on the side, she looked at herself in the mirror, still so old, but this pair of eyes, and a little old, time for her, is no longer young.

She is obviously very small, but this heart has long been full of holes and insensitive.

"Miss," Mu Li knocked on the door, "the prince has been waiting outside for a long time. ”

Mu Youwu was stunned, she straightened her clothes, she wanted to go out, but her feet couldn't take a step, what was she nervous about, what was she expecting, did she want to hear some explanation, and what was the use of more explanations.

It's really useless to come to her. She looked at herself in the mirror, obviously expectant, eager to rush out, wanting to ask a reason, wanting to expect a result. Is she still like her like this?

She tugged at the corners of her lips, and walked out with a white face.

Yu Moqian was standing in the courtyard, the breeze blowing the corners of his white clothes, which were always dusty and as clean as a white lotus, and he obviously found that Mu Youwu was coming, but he never looked back.

"You're here," the voice didn't even feel a hint of it, it was still the same as before, not sad or happy, not angry or angry,

"Well," Mu Youwu's heart stabbed fiercely, she sat down and poured herself a cup of tea, tea can nourish her heart, but also block some unnecessary emotions, such as her now.

"This king wants to marry Yaoqing," Yu Moqian turned around and said straight to the point, he lowered his head and stared at Mu Youwu, but he only saw the bottom of her head, he frowned slightly, hiding some unhappiness that suddenly arose in his heart.

"This is the prince's business," Mu Youwu took a cup of tea, but no one noticed that her hands were fighting fiercely at this time, there was no explanation, no expectation, only this sentence, he was going to marry Yaoqing, this was just a squeak, and it was not a discussion in the distance.

He had just come to tell her about his decision, and that was it.

"Don't worry," Yu Moqian put his hands behind his back, "Your identity will not change in the slightest, you are still the princess Mo in this mansion, and I will not miss you for all purposes, but if Yaoqing offends you again in the future, please let her go for the sake of this king's face." ”

"Okay," Mu Youwu responded lightly, at this time the clouds were also light, and the wind was clear, but on her chin, there was a teardrop dripping down, but no one knew.

Yu Moqian turned around and paused in his footsteps, but in the end he still left, and left without looking back.

Mu Youwu stroked the cup in his hand, then picked it up, put it to his lips, and drank it like this.

"Today's tea, it's so ......bitter," she murmured softly, a white haze in her eyes, unwilling to disperse for a long time.

She thought, she was still sad, she thought, her heart still hurts, and she has to forget, how long has she not been so painful, so painful, from the last life when she was fed poison, or from the very early death of the family, she can't remember it for a long time, but she remembers, this day, her heart hurts.