"I know, I'm tired of Gonggong Zheng's special trip." Shen Nanyan replied lightly, looking at Zheng Fuhai with a smile in her eyes.

"Miss Shen......" Zheng Fuhai hesitated: "The slave has a sentence, I don't know whether to say it or not?" ”

Although he really couldn't bear to see Miss Shen disappointed, it was better not to report too much hope than to be disappointed in the end.

After listening to the words, she calmed down her mood and regained her previous calm and self-contained appearance: "Do you want to say that Song Heng will never let me see him so easily?" ”

The voice was cold, cold as a bone-like ethereal, like a snow lotus on the snow, blooming against the cold and arrogant cold wind, and refusing to bow his head no matter what.

The Miss Shen in front of him not only has a cold temperament and looks cold, but even her voice is so cold to the bone, he is a little curious in his heart for a while, what kind of charm Mu Gongzi has, and he is willing to let Miss Shen, who has always been known as an ice beauty, feel flesh and blood.

Zheng Fuhai smiled: "Sure enough, all this can't be hidden from Miss Shen, the slave does have such worries in his heart." ”

"Don't worry, father-in-law, I know it."

In any case, as long as she could see him, no matter what she tried by all means, she would bring Mu Zhao back and prevent him from continuing to be imprisoned.

They still have a lot of good times to spend together, how could she possibly watch him die in the dark room in the best of his life.

Seeing that Miss Shen knew in her heart, knowing that she would definitely not sit still, and there must be other arrangements, she was relieved: "In this way, the slave will go back to his life first." ”

"Gonggong Zheng walks slowly." Shen Nan nodded and said to Red Sakura, "Red Sakura, you go and help me send Gonggong Zheng." ”

Zheng Fuhai withdrew from the palace after saluting, leaving Shen Nanyan alone in the palace. She returned to the room, opened the cabinet and found the wooden box that she had treasured for a long time, carefully opened the box, and excitedly picked up the red note that carried her thoughts, and tears could not help but gush out at once.

Afraid that her tears would wet the letters, she cried as she hugged the red note into her arms.

"We're finally able to meet."

The faint scent of orchids swept her nose, and her whole person seemed to be surrounded by the fragrance of orchids, and even her sleeves were stained with the fragrance of flowers.

After crying, Shen Nanyan smiled and put the letter back into the box, but did not put it in the cabinet with clothes as usual.

This box contains the correspondence exchanged with him during that time, containing her thoughts, and later she wrote a few lines of poetry in her spare time.

Now she wants to return to their home with him with the wooden box, even if the people in the whole world do not understand them and do not support them, as long as there is him, whether it is a barren mountain and a small town on the border, or a deep ancient house, she will accompany and never leave.

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Before Song Heng stepped into the Fangxie Palace, he saw the beautiful woman standing outside the palace waiting for her.

She wears a light water blue butterfly wearing a patterned gauze skirt, the bun is the simplest to the clouds, the rest of the broken hair hangs down on both sides, the hosta is lightly pulled, and the tip of the hairpin hangs a chain as thin as a drop of water, swaying slightly like a slight rain.

The eyebrows are clear and beautiful, the beauty is better than the fairy, there is a natural freshness to carve and decorate, and the face of the slightly powdered Dai is beautiful, especially the charm between the eyebrows and the lips, which is a little more elegant and gentle, and less indifferent and alienated on weekdays.

The beautiful woman has been dressed up and waiting here for a long time, but the person who is waiting for him is not him, Song Heng forcibly suppressed the bitterness in his heart, and said word by word: "You are moving very fast." ”

The meaning of what he said was unclear, and Shen Nanyan didn't care what he meant in his words, stared at the wooden box he was holding in his arms, and said slowly: "I'm going to pick up my husband and go home, how can I delay?" ”

As she looked at it, Song Heng realized that the wooden box she was holding in her arms didn't need to ask, and she knew that the things in this wooden box must be about Mu Zhao again, and the bitterness that she had finally suppressed turned into anger at this moment, as if it was about to rush out of her chest.

Shen Nanyan is really good.

She wants to be against him, right, knowing how disgusted he is and afraid of everything about Mu Zhao, she is good, she is afraid of anything, she will be in front of him. The words that had been suppressed with great difficulty not long ago were now brought up again because the window paper between them had been pierced.

"Shen Nanyan, don't force me." Song Heng stepped forward and whispered in her ear, opening her mouth word by word, obviously with a handsome face, but the words she said couldn't help but make people feel chills in her heart.

She was not afraid, she distanced herself from Song Heng, and her expression was calm: "I also said, Song Heng, don't force me, otherwise what you get will be a corpse." ”

Song Heng's behavior, whether she believes it or not, she must be prepared in advance to deal with his possible changes at any time.

The two got into the carriage and were silent all the way.

The carriage drove out of the palace, I don't know how long it went, before stopping in a dead forest, Song Heng got out of the carriage and stretched out his hand to lead Shen Nanyan, Shen Nanyan directly held Hong Sakura's hand and jumped out of the carriage, his outstretched hand paused in mid-air and retracted his sleeve.

Song Heng had no time to observe the expression on her face at this time, she raised her eyes and saw that this was a dead forest that had cut off all contact with the outside world, and it was not accurate to say that it was a dead forest, and the dense trees around her couldn't help but smack. The trees of the forest stand upright, as if to envelop you in them.

They were standing in the depths of the dense forest at this time, and they couldn't see the boundary at a glance, and there were extremely majestic stone beasts standing on both sides of the stone gate, and they could vaguely see the black patch inside, without a trace of light.

Song Heng opened the stone door and entered inside, she stood in front of the stone door, no matter what, she couldn't lift her steps and take a step forward, only one step away from her being able to see the person she thought about day and night, but the more times like this, the more she didn't dare to face it.

A voice came from inside: "Why don't you come in soon?" ”

She gritted her teeth and took the wooden box from Sakura's hand, "You're waiting for me outside, and we'll be home soon." ”

Sakura nodded, and stood outside without going in again.

Song Heng stood in the dark and waited for her for a long time, and when he saw her come in, he said coldly: "Let's go." ”

She looked at her clothes, touched her hair accessories again, and found that it was not messy, so she continued to walk forward with Song Heng.

The more he walked inside, the tension in Shen Nanyan's heart was replaced by anger, this dark room was simply not a place for people to stay, the further he walked inside, the darker it became, and the air was filled with a rancid smell, as if it was like a corner forgotten and spurned by the world.

The dust inside is extremely thick, and when walking on the ground, I always feel like I have stepped on something uneven, and I have been walking forward with Song Heng, about the deepest part, Song Heng stopped and said lightly: "It's here." As he spoke, he took out the key in his bosom and opened the door to the iron door in the dungeon.

It was dark all year in the dungeon, and it was impossible to tell when it was day and night, let's call it day, the moonlight was half cold, and a vague figure curled up in a corner, hugging his legs, his head buried deep in his knees, his limbs bound by heavy iron cuffs, unable to move for half a minute.

Shen Nanyan stared at the blurred figure in the dungeon, and couldn't help but burst into tears, she cried and pushed open the iron door and ran towards the embarrassed figure.

Her fingertips trembled slightly, and she couldn't help but reach into the air, caressing the handsome face that she had been thinking about day and night since she was separated. Choked up: "I'm late!" ”

In the final analysis, it was she who hurt him, if he hadn't met her, he would have been the man in white clothes and picturesque eyebrows, and she let him fall into such a field that caused him to come here.

Hearing the voice, Mu Zhao opened his eyes and was slightly stunned, subconsciously wanting to retreat, now he was covered in rancidity, sweat soaked his clothes, his hair was messy, and he looked extremely embarrassed, he didn't want her to be stained with any filth on his body.

Shen Nanyan looked at Mu Zhao's subconscious retreat in a daze, and his heart ached slightly: "It's my fault, I shouldn't have come so late." ”

Not only is he blamed, even she resents that she is useless, he has been locked up here by Song Heng for so long, she lives in such a good house outside, and she has come to see him for so long.

"How could I blame you? As long as you're okay, whatever I do is worth it. Mu Zhao was afraid that she would misunderstand and hurriedly explained.

Seeing that he didn't blame himself, and now that he was hurt so much, he explained to her so gently, she didn't mind him being covered in filth, reached out and hugged his waist, pillowed his head on his chest, listened to the steady heartbeat, and slowly closed her eyes.

"These days, I miss you so much."

All kinds of affection and what she wanted to say turned into a simple sentence that couldn't be said in simple words, and she thought he should be able to understand.

He was imprisoned on his wedding night, and it has been more than a few months since today, so why hasn't he missed the person in front of him, and he can't wait to go to her right away and be with her for the rest of his life.

The sourness in my heart became stronger and stronger, and all kinds of indescribable emotions surged up, and I sighed softly: "Forget me." ”

Forget that he went to find true happiness, to be with someone who truly loved her, and that person would surely treat her as if she were a treasure, not to be so useless to him, who could not even give her simple companionship and stability.

It's obviously still the picturesque smile he used to have, but the words he said are so painful. Shen Nanyan hugged him tightly, and the strength in his hand was a little stronger.

"What are you talking about? I'm here to take it home, back to our own home. I'm already your wife, how do you make me forget you? ”

Mu Zhao let her sit without the slightest movement, and was always stunned without saying a word.

Seeing that his words were not answered, Shen Nanyan got up from his arms, opened the wooden box that had just been placed on the ground, took out the things in it one by one, and held up the letters: "You made me forget you, but what about you?" Can you forget me? ”

The affection between the two of them has never been a one-sided effort, she loves him as if she were home, and he loves her like a treasure.

"What will you do if I forget you? Do you want to laugh and watch me talk to the others? ”

She smiled coldly, even a little calmly, and the words slowly came out of her lips, almost word for word.