Shuangmuzi did not step out of the East Courtyard for half a month; Every day, either nesting on a soft couch or sitting on a swing in the garden, in short, no matter where you are, it is the same expression, sluggish.

After Song Jingran left, he didn't come again, but Gao Jin and Yan Yongyan came twice, and Gao Jin had the intention to find Shuangmuzi, but they were all politely refused, so they just drank and listened to tunes.

The prince of Beiliang has never appeared, and I heard that it was the 'King of Beiliang' who learned that the prince of Beiliang was in love with Qinglou and did not return the next night, so he was furious and imprisoned him in the palace;

In order to avoid the trouble of the Prince of Beiliang from finding trouble with Shuangmuzi, Song Jingran had to pass on the affairs of the Prince of Beiliang to the ears of the King of Beiliang; First, it can avoid trouble, and second, it can help them achieve great things.

At this time, the pear blossoms have passed the blooming season, but the pear blossoms in the east courtyard are in full bloom with a white and attractive color; I saw that the frost wood was swinging on the swing under the pear blossom tree in white clothes; People and flowers are mixed into one, people are called the refinement of flowers, and flowers are called people's fairy faces; When you see it, it's intoxicating.

Seeing that the dark soul was standing in the garden, Shuangmuzi was unmoved, so he simply reminded him first, "Sister Soul is here." ”

The dark soul of "Muzi" looked at the integration of people and flowers, not only was he distracted, but he was reminded by Frost Muzi before he walked in.

Shuangmuzi pursed the corners of her mouth, and a hint of a smile appeared on her haggard face, but such a smile was mixed with too much pain, and she said indifferently, "Sit down." ”

"Muzi, you" The dark soul forgot for a while, in the past month, Shuangmuzi had never said so many words today, looking at Shuangmuzi with an indifferent face, it seemed to be relieved.

"I'm a person in the red dust, why care if it's pure or dust." After thinking about it for a while, Shuang Muzi decided to come out of the shadows, her fate is here, and she is destined to have no chance with Song Jingran, since she has no fate, what is there to care about.

"The person who truly loves you does not care whether you are pure or dusty." The Dark Soul found that such frost wood was even more distressing.

Shuangmuzi smiled sadly, and she said thoughtfully, "Is there anyone who loves me?" ”

"As long as you are willing to let go, you will naturally find people who love you." Since Song Jingran chose to hide it from Shuangmuzi, the dark soul is not worth it for Shuangmuzi, if he can start over, it may be good for everyone.

"Now, I have lost the capital to be loved or loved, and what can I not let go." Shuangmuzi's indifferent expression seemed to be far away, but he couldn't see anything in his eyes.

"Actually," the dark soul was interrupted by Frost Muzi before he could finish speaking.

"In fact, chastity for a woman is just an expression of sincerity to her beloved, and I, who have no chance to stay with my beloved in this life, why should I care about chastity." When Frost Muzi interrupted the dark spirit, she no longer needed comfort, and she had more to endure in the future.

The dark soul saw such a frost wood, it was very strange, the strangeness was heart-wrenching, it was difficult to control it for a while, and he wanted to tell the truth, but he was interrupted by frost wood.

Dark Soul said coldly, "He doesn't deserve this. ”

"It doesn't matter now." Shuangmuzi raised his eyes, looked at the pear blossoms falling in the wind, and smiled.

The dark soul calmed the impulses in her heart and tried her best to keep her senses, she was afraid that when she saw such a frost wood, she would not be able to help but tell the truth.

On this day, the wind was mild, and Gao Jin took Shuangmuzi and others to enjoy the flowers in a compound. In the huge courtyard, the fragrance is permeated, and there is an endless sea of flowers of all colors, just like a mortal fairyland; erect a pavilion in the sea of flowers; In the pavilion, there were people sitting in the pavilion, "I can't imagine that the sea of flowers here is like this every year, it's really rare." Gao Jin was very intoxicated with a sea of flowers.

Yan Yongyin glanced at Song Jingran, and said playfully, "That's it, this sea of flowers, but it took a lot of effort for Jingran!" ”

Song Jingran took a sip of the teacup and said with a meaningless face, "It just took some effort, but it didn't take some thought." ”

"Yes, the effort should be spent in business, and the mind should be spent in the arms of beauties." Yan Yongyan said, not forgetting to glance at Yu Zixia, who was sitting next to Song Jingran.

"Beauty naturally has to be attentive, but you can't be confused." Song Jingran deliberately ridiculed Yan Yongyan's flower heart.

"Song Dashao is right, in the future, I will only care about Qiu'er." Yan Yongyan knew that Song Jingran deliberately mocked himself, threw a roll of his eyes, and was full of tenderness and ambiguity for Qiu'er in his arms.

"I hope that our Qiu'er will be the last one to hear this." Song Jingran glanced at Yan Yongyan, he must have been on a par with Yan Yongyan, and he was sarcastic.

"I said Song Dashao, you seem to be in a good mood lately, haven't you done anything good?" Yan Yongyan looked at Yu Zixia with a wicked smile, and then looked at Song Jingran.

"Go" Song Jingran's face stiffened slightly, and he instinctively glanced at Shuang Muzi from the corner of his eye; And from beginning to end, Shuangmuzi didn't say a word, didn't raise his eyes, as if he was outside.

"Frost girl seems to have something on her mind?" Gao Jin saw that Shuang Muzi had been sitting like this, and he seemed to be displeased, so he didn't want to be cold.

"In such a beautiful fairyland, there will naturally be things on your mind." Shuangmuzi said indifferently, in fact, she didn't think about anything, she just wanted to stay quietly.

"Oh~~ The last time I visited the lake, Miss Shuang's heart was Li Dashao's marriage, so this time, I thought about it because Prince Beiliang was imprisoned!" Yan Yongyan asked provocatively, for Shuangmuzi, this bad guy will be up to himself to the end.

"It's the same for everyone, it's a matter of mind anyway." When it comes to Prince Daobei Liang, Shuang Muzi's heart is slightly swaying, but his expression is as always, which is difficult to notice.

"Hey, I said can you, don't always keep a straight face like this, we don't owe you anything!" Yan Yongyan was deflated, he was annoyed, and looked for the stairs.

"The slave family won't laugh." Shuangmuzi withdrew the expression in the flowers, but she never glanced at Yan Yongyin, and she had no intention of caring about him.

"Well, there are still people who can't laugh, hehe" Yan Yongdian laughed for a while, hugged Qiu'er in his arms, and said, "Come Qiu'er, give her a smile." ”

I saw that Qiu'er's apricot eyes narrowed slightly, the corners of her mouth hooked, what should have been a very beautiful smile, but it looked so stiff.

"Well, it's still my Qiu'er, unlike some people, who can't laugh." Yan Yongyan was very satisfied with Qiu'er's performance, and gave Qiu'er a kiss on her face, and glanced at Shuang Muzi without lust.

"What Yan Gongzi said is that the slave family really won't, just laugh when you laugh." Shuangmuzi deliberately read the last four words separately.

"You" Yan Yongyan this time, not only was he deflated, but he was also humiliated, he was angry, but he was not good at dealing with a woman, and he hated it in his heart.

When everyone saw Yan Yong's deflated appearance, they all secretly snickered in their hearts, but they had to admire Shuangmuzi's language level.

"As you can see, it's time to pick the sunflowers in the south, so why don't you go and pick some, and you can enjoy them at will." Gao Jin relieved Yan Yongdian of the siege in a timely manner, so he couldn't let him stay there all the time.

Song Jingran may also have been intrigued by Yan Yongyin's deflatedness, and he said with a light smile, "That's it, it's very good." ”

Immediately, everyone got up and went to find their own flowers.