When Ziqing rushed to Xinyue Xuan, she stood in front of the open door, and at a glance, she saw that Xinyue was in a trance and sat on the cool ground.

"Young lady." Ziqing didn't know what had happened, so that Xinyue looked like this. She let out a startled cry and hurried into the room.

Ziqing squatted down, pulled Xinyue up with all her might, and helped her to the table and sat down. looked around the room, but there was no shadow of Nansheng. Ziqing asked in a trembling voice in uneasiness, "Young lady, what happened?" ”

Xinyue only shook her head sadly, and didn't say a word. At this time, the heart of the algae swa, little by little, sank endlessly......

Ziqing looked at Xinyue for a long time, and her heart suddenly shone brightly. Thinking of Mei An's smug look, those yin and unforgettable eyes. The nameless fire in her heart rose, she gritted her teeth and said angrily, "The slave will go to Mei Xiangxuan and invite the son back!" ”

She was about to rush out of the door in anger, but Xinyue grabbed her. The hand that dragged her collapsed, and it slipped and hung down weakly......

"Don't go." Xinyue was soft, Ziqing stopped moving, slowly calmed down her anger, and looked at Xinyue with distressed eyes, "The young lady hasn't had dinner yet, and the slave maid will bring it to the young lady." ”

Xinyue shook her head silently, reaching out and waving at her. After hanging his head for a long time, he said in a low voice, "No need... I want to be alone, be still. ”

"The young lady has a good rest. The slave and maid withdrew. Ziqing nodded. She went out lightly, and closed the door with a well-behaved and sensible manner.

The sky was getting darker, and the night was creeping in. Xinyue looked out of the window all the time, and Nansheng didn't appear in front of her for a long time.

Xinyue told herself over and over again that Nansheng was from the Love Month... The Lovest Month... His heart belongs only to the moon of the heart... She used this thought to suppress the faint unhappiness in her heart. Looking up at the night sky outside the window, the bright moon did not appear tonight, and the stars accompanying the bright moon were also gone.

After waiting for a long night, my heart is only empty... She hung her head weakly, and caught a glimpse of a gap in the drawer of the wooden table. The drawer that is locked on weekdays is a corner for Nansheng to put words in his hand. Xinyue has no interest in writing, so she has never paid attention to it.

She gently opened the drawer. On the ink paper of a few words, it was written in a mess. Nansheng's familiar handwriting seems to be forcefully described, and there are small marks on the paper in some places.

Xinyue curiously picked up these pieces of ink and paper, and when she carefully identified the lines of words. The ambiguous meaning of the words pierced her eyes, and she forced herself to read silently in her heart, "When will the plum blossom be?" Bai Xuexun Meiyan; Sadness and pride plum branches, love is inescapable. ”

After the trembling hands finished silently, the ink paper in her hand fell... The word Mei is so hurtful and hurtful. Reading between the lines, isn't that what Mei'an refers to? There is plum in the word Mei'an, and her birthday is when Mei Kai, and she also loves plum blossoms, and all the points are to her. This is an indisputable fact, and Xinyue is powerless to refute it.

The most distressing thing is not that he mentioned the word Mei, but that he called her Mei, Yu has been snow, and he has hidden his love for her. The humility of love, the hiding of love, the depth of love... If Nansheng really fell in love with Mei An, then what is Xinyue in Nansheng's heart?

It was as if the sky had fallen, and Xinyue's heart was at the bottom. The night breeze blew coolly, and her heart was deserted.

Mei An used all her scheming to get close to Nansheng, calculating to capture Nansheng's heart. It was only at this time, thinking back on the details, that Xinyue woke up and felt something. The depth of the city is none other than Mei'an, this woman can be described as well-intentioned.

Let her wantonly seize the king's heart? How can Xinyue give it up? … Thinking about every moment with Nansheng, it is sweet and unforgettable. What's more, I have long loved Nansheng deeply. The loved ones must be protected, and the heart of the pain is strong.

The faint sound of footsteps outside the door sounded, and Xinyue picked up the ink paper on the ground in a panic, quickly put a few pieces of ink paper into the drawer, and covered them up in the middle as before. It was as if everything had never happened, and I tried my best to clean up my mood.

The moment Nan Sheng pushed the door open, his pale face was as white as snow, shining and blinding, as if he was sick. The two looked at each other silently, not breaking the deathly silence......

When he pushed the door open and entered the house, the fragrance on his body was overflowing. The wafting aroma was different from the past, similar to the fragrance on Mei An's body. The sensitive woman's heart, Xinyue decided in her heart that Nansheng used the same incense as Mei An.

"Nansheng... You... The fragrance on the body, how can it not be familiar to Xinyue? Although Xinyue's heart had fallen to the bottom, she stood up slowly with her strong support on the table, and walked towards him with heavy steps step by step, and every word she spit out was filled with endless sadness and coldness.

Nan Sheng lowered his head and didn't look at her, a kind of evasive look. He tried to get his mind in order, and then slowly looked up at her. The sadness in his eyes couldn't be hidden, and he said to her as relieved, "Xinyue, don't think too much. Sister Mei... However, he gave me a brocade sachet. She told me... Let me treat you well. ”

A brocade sachet? … Xinyue's eyes fell on him, and at the wide belt of his waist, there was a brocade sachet hanging at some point. The color of the small sachet powder reminded her of the brilliant color of plum blossoms.

It turned out that the special incense on his body came from the sachet that Mei An gave him. Mei An, who is so scheming, intends to tie Nansheng with her fragrance. Nansheng can think of her every moment. also pretended to be generous and endured to cut his love, so that Nansheng could treat himself well. Xinyue couldn't help but sneer, laughing all over the world...

"Xinyue..."Nan Sheng saw her laughing to himself, the smile made him uneasy, he stepped forward with a worried look, held her shoulders with both hands and said, "Xinyue, what's wrong with you?" … Don't scare me... Nansheng doesn't marry Sister Mei, Xinyue can rest assured. ”

Xinyue smiled and smiled, a trace of discomfort threw herself into his arms, she loved and hated, opened her mouth on his shoulder, and bit hard.

"Ah" Nan Sheng was unprepared, he was bitten by this fateful bite, and he trembled in pain, and couldn't help but call softly.

Xinyue smiled happily with satisfaction, she lifted his shirt, stared at his snow-white skin, a jagged tooth scar, and said to him with tears in her smile, "This kind of pain is special... Nansheng will not forget Xinyue in this life? ”

He looked at her wordlessly, and the light of love was still there. His eyes told her that his heart was as beloved as ever. It's just that I love and love like this, and there is one more person in my life. This person's charm is different from the purity of Xinyue, and it is a fatal willingness to seduce the soul.

She looked at him for a long time, then took his hand, and on the palm of that hand, her jade fingers tapped and traced. Stroke by stroke carefully, he looked at her carefully.

"Cherish these two precious words for a lifetime... If Nansheng forgets it at will, or ruthlessly abandons it... That life in this life and the next life will never be found again..."She drew and wrote carefully, put his hands together, and looked at him word by word.

This night with deep tooth marks and words in the palm of his hand is destined to be an extraordinary night, and it is also his unforgettable memory. He looked at her as silently as he spoke......