Feng Yeyu grabbed his hand suddenly, so that Murong He didn't know for a while whether to let her let go or just let her hold himself like this, but when he listened to Feng Yeyu's words, he subconsciously withdrew his hand from her hand.

He never thought she would think like this, let alone say such a thing.

"No," he blurted out, without hesitation.

Listening to his answer without the slightest hesitation, the smile on Feng Yeyu's face also became a little stunned.

This answer was the answer she expected, and she had thought that he would answer herself with a trace of hesitation, but he guessed wrong, he did not hesitate at all, in his heart, she never had too much place, and even for him, this marriage was just a holy decree, which could not be disobeyed, and could only be accepted.

The truth turned out to be so cruel, she knew it was like this, she didn't say it, as long as she didn't say it, everything could go on, and she still had a reason to care about him, but now

Feng Yeyu was immersed in her own disappointment, and wanted to say something, but Murong He opened her mouth first: "The princess cares about Weichen Weichen understands, but Murong He must not abandon Xiling and ignore it, presumably the princess can't do it."

She listened to him quietly, and the voice inside her became clearer and clearer, and her eyes became more and more blurred.

"Yes, I can't do it" The voice was so light that even she couldn't hear it: "But, even if you can't do it, can't Brother Murong deceive Ye'er, coax Ye'er, can't this be?"

"Princess" Murong tried to interrupt Feng Yeyu's words, he tried to explain.

"I don't want to listen, I don't want to listen to anything, for you, the marriage contract between us is a will of the royal brother, you don't want to be with me willingly, right?"

Suddenly, Feng Yeyu's emotions became a little uncontrollable, her words were almost with a whimper, her hysteria made her seem so helpless and sad, she pounded his chest, as if she wanted to use all her strength to vent the pain in her heart.

"Lord, Lord" Her strength was not great, but the thrashing and falling on him and the whimpering sound in her mouth made him really feel her pain, and he didn't know what to do: "Princess, don't do this"

These simple words at this moment he said that it was so hard, but there was no way to stop Feng Yeyu from getting out of control.

Murong He tightened his eyes and tried to stop Feng Yeyu with both hands, but she retreated.

I only heard her crying hysterically: "You go, you go, I don't want to see you again" Blinded by tears, she didn't want to see anyone at this moment, especially the person in front of her.

She was overwhelmed by her loss of control, and her drive left him at a loss as he could only watch her fall to the ground speechless.

As she sat on the ground, she stopped hysterics, leaving only a few whimpering sounds coming out of her throat.

With tears like rain, she didn't care about the dignity of her identity, she cried so disregarding her image, looking at her like this, Murong He had a trace of different emotions in his heart, even he didn't understand, looking at her pain, he would reach out to grab her shoulders and hug her into his arms, wanting her to stop crying, and wanting to drive away those uneasy emotions for her with his heart.

The warmth in his arms slowly soaked into her body and mind, she raised her eyes, caught a glimpse of his caring eyes, the expression on his face seemed to her to be her care, at this moment, she was close to his chest, she could hear the sound of his heartbeat, it turned out, he still cared about her, it turned out that he still had feelings for himself.

"Don't cry, don't cry" He reached out and stroked her shoulder, and the other hand wiped the tears from her face: "I promise you that I won't regret it, wait for me to come back."

"Brother Murong" The person in her arms groaned softly, she felt his heart, nodded heavily, and said, "I will wait for you to come back at night, we have agreed"

As soon as the words fell, Feng Yeyu stretched out his smallest finger.

Seeing this, Murong He stretched out his hand with some hesitation, and his two fingers hooked and entangled.

"Brother Murong promised Ye'er to do it" The sweet voice fell, and at this moment, the smile on Feng Yeyu's face was happy.

Following

"Princess, the city tower is windy, be careful of catching a cold" The maid lowered her voice, not daring to be too loud.

The master in front of her did not react in the slightest to what she said, only puffed up her robe and hunted as the wind blew.

She looked into the distance, looking at the army that was gradually moving away in the distance, and there was a sense of loss in her heart.

Just saw him off, and now she stood on the tower and watched him and the army go away, her heart seemed to follow him away, if she could, she would like to become a bird flying freely in the sky, and leave this sky with him, only to be able to be by his side all the time.

With a low sigh, Feng Yeyu didn't intend to retract his distant eyes, and reached out to brush his wind-blown hair.

Just in time, a warm voice came from behind him: "Night"

A familiar voice came, and she immediately turned her head to look at the visitor, and the smile on her face was a little stiff: "I've seen Brother Wang at night."

Feng Yihan looked at her with that unnatural expression on her face, and waved his hand indifferently: "No courtesy"

The low voice fell, and he had already moved to Feng Yeyu's side, and as soon as he raised his eyes, he saw in the distance, and it was really the same as he thought.

With a deep groan, he retracted his eyes and looked at the woman beside him and said, "Is the night strange brother Wang?"

Feng Yeyu, who was asked like this, looked up at the helplessness in Feng Yihan's eyes, she wanted to say that it was strange, but her mouth somehow became: "It's not weird"

"Ye'er is lying" chuckled, Feng Yihan reached out to stroke Feng Yeyu's messy hair, and continued: "Ye'er must be blaming Brother Wang in her heart for why she didn't send someone else, and she wanted to gamble on Ye'er's lifelong happiness, right?"

Looking at the helplessness on his face, Feng Yeyu was already stunned in his heart, and reached out to hold the slender hand and said: "Ye'er doesn't blame Brother Wang, everything Brother Wang does is what Brother Wang should do, worthy of the people, worthy of Xiling, how can Ye'er blame Brother Wang"

"Ye'er is sensible" smiled lowly, Feng Yihan touched Feng Yeyu's head appreciatively, as if he was a child.

The wind whistled in his ears, playing music that others could not understand in his long robes, and the hunt howled, tragic and lonely.

At this moment, the brother Wang standing in front of her is like this.