She lowered her eyes just to hide the emptiness that arose in her heart, because she knew that this was not true.

"Oh" A questioning voice fell, the man frowned slightly, looked at the woman with his eyes, and after seeing that she was a little uncomfortable, he moved his eyes and asked with a light smile: "Your name is Mo Yijin" The elongated tone was playful.

"Yes," Situ Yuli replied coldly.

With a lowered head and an unclear face, the man saw that her lowered head didn't seem to have any intention of lifting, so he raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Mo Yijin is a good name, it's just that"

The sudden turn in her words made Mo Yijin a little puzzled, she raised her head, and there was a little curiosity in her eyes, but she was not in a hurry to urge him to finish what he had not said.

The man hooked his lips, walked around behind the woman, and sighed faintly: "Jin Tongyin "Jing", you want him Mo Yijing, I think no matter how you disguise it, it is impossible to hide his true identity."

"It's not your business" She turned and stared at the man in front of her, the faint light was like a thin layer of mist, attached to the man's face, noncommittal, the man standing in front of her had a handsome and extraordinary appearance.

Those eyes were as sharp as eagles, and they were terrified just by looking at them.

After staring at it for a long time and realizing his gaffe, Situ Yuli withdrew his eyes from those sharp eyes in a daze, and said with a straight face: "Don't meddle in things, we are all in the same boat now, we are all doing things for King Nan, you should understand that you just need to do things well, and other things have nothing to do with you."

"It's not cute," the man sighed faintly, and then laughed wildly, and slowly drifted away.

The cold wind blew through the corridor, the man's wanton laughter seemed to be blowing away with the wind, the faint light was wiped away in an instant, and only the woman's looming figure was left in the empty corridor, and the corridor at the moment was so quiet that it seemed that the conversation was just an illusion.

The snow falls without a trace or sound, like the silence when the blue rain flowers bloom and the traces when they fall.

In the past few days, Yan'er will always pick the newly bloomed blue rain flowers for Nangong Luojing, because every time she goes from the imperial pharmacy to the Dusk Jing Palace, she always has to pass by a path full of blue rain flowers, and every time she sees Nangong Luojing sees the blue rain flower, there is a faint smile between her eyebrows, and Yan'er is also happy, because as long as her princess is happy, she will try to do what she wants her to do.

It's just that she doesn't know if she can do this in exchange for Nangong Luojing's opening, even if it is a word, she is satisfied

Every day when Nangong Luojing drank medicine, Yan'er always stayed by Nangong Luojing's side, watching her drink the bowl of black medicinal juice, and when the bowl bottomed out, she tried to hold back her tears, and asked softly: "Princess, is the medicine bitter?" full of anticipation, but what she got was an empty look and her silence, in those beautiful eyes, there was no more dazzling look revealed when she looked forward to the past, and she didn't dare to look at the deep silence at the bottom of her eyes, just afraid that just a glance, the barrenness of the eyes would make her feel distressed.

And the Dusk Jing Palace is as gorgeous as ever, but it is limited to appearance, in addition to the palace guards, there are only Nangong Luo Jing and Yan'er.

Which of the rights and wrongs in the deep palace can be a secret, not to mention, Nangong Luo Jing is the queen of Xiling, the only queen of the king of Xiling.

How long has Feng Yihan not set foot in the Dusk Palace, why he has not stepped into the Dusk Palace again, and whether the Dusk Palace will be the first cold palace in this palace, all of this has become the talk of the palace people after dinner since that night.

It's not that a few palace people are particularly bold, but the whole palace is talking about whether the hostess of this palace will be replaced, and it will be replaced by Mo Yijin, the daughter of the prime minister of the southern country.

Nangong Luojing, who was recuperating in the palace all day long, would not have fallen into her ears at all if Yan'er hadn't mentioned the rumors in the palace, but Yan'er couldn't understand why she knew about it, she thought that as long as she hid it, she would tell her about it after she was well, but she never thought that someone would tell her about it at this time.

When she heard the news, she couldn't stand the blow, let alone her princess

"Would it be good for the princess to say a word to Yan'er," she begged her bitterly, and she looked at her indifferently, but she could see it clearly, and she could see it clearly, and there was a little mist in her clear but without a trace of brilliance.

Her helplessness, her heartbreak, her hesitation, she looked at it in her eyes one by one, but she couldn't do anything, that day, she cried with her, and then she became silent with her, and then she never said a word again, as if she didn't even have a heart, only when she picked the blue rain flower every day to see the light smile, very light and light, it seemed to be the same as before, but she knew that her heart was painful, and the pain was about to suffocate.

It's night, it's a snowy night when you raise your eyes, and when the lights are on, the light and shadow are even more dense in such a snowy night.

"Brother is going with Jing'er?" the girl laughed, like an elf wandering in the world.

"Brother, is it cold" The pair of white porcelain-like hands handed over a light blue jacket, with a faint worry in the tone.

"Brother, come" When the voice like a silver bell sounded again, the little hand was already stretched out, and this was the second time she had reached out.

It was that soft call that dissipated the coldness in his heart, she was the first person he was willing to reach out to him, and it was also the first time he was willing to reach out to others to accept the warmth he had never felt.

At that moment, he only felt that the flowers had bloomed, even in the snow-colored snow, the flowers in his heart bloomed extraordinarily brilliantly.

Late winter, spring is approaching.

Mei Kai is still red, and the remnants of the snow love dust refuse to melt away.

"Jing'er, it's good to only let my brother protect Jing'er in the future"

"Not good," the girl hiccuped, and the sunlight pouring on the woman's beautiful smile suddenly lost its brightness.

"Why"

"Because Jing'er has the protection of her father and mother, brother, father, and mother, all three" She raised her eyes and smiled, and ran away, when she looked back, the delicate little face, the smile was full of innocence, very bright, and the beautiful eyes flashed with the brilliance of the clear spirit, like the guiding star between the nebulae at night.

The clarity of his eyes made him suddenly in a trance.

That girl should be an elf who fell into the mortal dust by mistake, otherwise, how could he feel that she was so wanton, so that he had the helplessness to catch but couldn't catch it, like a spring breeze, which wrinkled his heart, so he laughed and fled.