The night was as cold as water, and Wei Qin didn't know when he left. Xiangbao sat alone on the ground, holding a wine jug in his arms that he didn't know where to find it, tilting his head and looking at the moon above his head stupidly.

Who knows how scared she was when she woke up and found that she was already in Wu Palace. Strange places, strange people...... There was also a moody king. It turned out that no matter how she tossed, she still couldn't escape the fate of Wu.

Because she was too scared and helpless, she subconsciously chose to pretend to lose her memory. After all, a person who doesn't remember anything is much happier than a person who has carried too much. She was never a hero, she was just a coward, and she subconsciously chose the best path for herself. So, she pretended to forget everything......

It's not Xiangbao, it's not Xi Shi, she's no one, she hasn't had any mission, and she hasn't been sad for anyone. But she forgot that she was not alone, she was Wei Qin's sister, how could she be so selfish and pretend to forget everything.

What retribution......

Taking a sip of wine and choking on tears, Xiangbao lowered his head and coughed for a long time, then took another sip and continued to cough, as if he was about to cough out his heart.

"What a big piece of silver...... tilting his head, Xiangbao looked at the silver-white moon above his head, burped, and muttered.

"Lost your money?" It's a laughing voice.

Xiangbao raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, his small mouth was flattened, and his eyes were teary eyes: "Sister......"

"How much did you lose?" With a smile in his eyes, the man asked.

Xiangbao shook his head, stood up against the railing, but his feet slipped and he threw himself straight to the ground. A pair of big hands wrapped around her in time, winning the warm fragrance of nephrite.

Xiangbao threw herself into the arms of her "sister" and cried aggrieved.

"What's wrong?" A gentle voice, with an imperceptible seduction.

"Uh......h Sister...... Sister...... I'm so uncomfortable......" Xiangbao rubbed and rubbed a handful of snot and tears on the bright yellow robe of the visitor.

"Don't be afraid, the widow is here." In my ears, someone whispered.

"Widows?" Xiangbao muttered unconsciously.

He helped her to sit down, and softly cupped her face and met her eyes.

Well, drunken eyes.

Very good.

"Tell the widow, what's wrong?" The husband reached out and tapped her lips.

"Uh......h Sister ......" Xiangbao sniffed and flattened her mouth, with infinite grievances.

"Huh?"

"I'm so uncomfortable......" hiccuped, Xiangbao burst into tears, but his face was held in his palm and he couldn't move.

"That's right......" He leaned over slowly, rubbing the tip of his nose against hers.

Xiangbao's eyes widened, a little sober, and saw the "sister" in front of him clearly, and subconsciously shrank away and wanted to escape, but he grabbed her waist with his big hand, easily wrapped her around her waist, and encircled her in his arms, so that she had nowhere to escape.

"Say, Who is the widow?" Between the whispers, the breathing blended, and the atmosphere was ambiguous to the extreme.

The slightly cool and soft lips roamed around her neck, causing a burst of **, Xiangbao almost wanted to smash herself to death with a fist, she finally escaped from the clutches last night, and tonight she was so stupid that she threw herself into the net......

Splitting headaches.

The chest was suddenly cold, Xiangbao's eyes widened, and only then did he realize that his dress had fallen to the ground, and the man in front of him was still well-dressed.

It's disgusting!

What the husband saw in his eyes was a bright moonlight, and the woman in his arms was like congealed fat, and she was pitiful.

What Xiangbao saw in his eyes was the night when the moon was dark and the wind was high, and the source of the disaster that had caused him to be extremely miserable was smiling cruelly, and he was making a big fuss about himself.

The slender hand roamed over her, and wherever the fingertips went, it brought a shudder, and Xiangbao trembled slightly. Angry, Xiangbao felt a surge of wine, and suddenly reached out to hug him.

The husband was surprised that the beauty was so active, but when he saw her suddenly bow her head, wow, she vomited on him. Looking down in disbelief, the husband saw a large patch of wet filth on his chest.

"Ah, it's dirty......" Xiangbao pursed her lips and muttered as she reached for his clothes.

At this moment, even though the beauty is so active, he is still ......

After staying for a long time, the husband sighed, simply took off his robe and wiped the filth from the corners of her mouth, dressed her neatly, and then picked her up and sent her back to the Drunken Moon Pavilion. If the husband lowered his head at this moment, he could see the smug smile on the corner of Xiangbao's mouth.

A small win, hum.

In the Drunken Moon Pavilion, Ziruo was irritable because Xiangbao did not return at night, but when he turned around, he saw his husband and was busy kneeling and saluting.

"Prepare hot water."

"Yes." Ziruo looked up, but saw that her husband was only wearing a single dress, and was very surprised, and when he saw the woman he was holding in his arms, his surprised expression immediately turned to resentment.

The husband looked down at his arms, and Xiangbao was sleeping soundly.

This night, Xiangbao slept very sweetly. She also had a dream, not a nightmare, she dreamed that she had opened a song and dance studio that was bigger than Liujun drunk, and the girls all surrounded her and sweetly called her Aunt Xiang......

This dream has not been done for a long time. Although it was not a nightmare, Xiangbao in the dream burst into tears.

When the husband came out with a change of clothes, he saw the woman on the couch crying and laughing in her dream, like a fool. With a light step, he walked over to her and sat down, raising his hand to wipe the tears from her cheeks, with a careful action that he had never done before, as if he was afraid of disturbing her good dreams.

No matter how beautiful the dream is, there is still a time to wake up after all.

With his hands on his cheeks, Xiangbao sat on the steps under the railing and watched the ants move things, his head ached faintly because of the hangover, and he couldn't think in a daze.

A small ant was carrying a piece of pastry crumbs that I didn't know where to find them, and the crumbs were several times larger than it. Xiangbao looked at it for a long time, and suddenly stretched out his hand to draw a circle around the ants, a small circle, but the ants were confused. Xiangbao watched the ant in the circle in a daze, as if he couldn't find a way out, looked at it for a long time, suddenly a little annoyed, reached out and threw the pastry crumbs away, leaving the ants struggling in the circle.

The little ant struggled for a long time, and finally crawled out of the circle. Xiangbao bit her lip and reached out to draw a bigger circle outside the circle, still trapping the ants inside the circle.

When it finally crawls out, draw a larger circle.

Climb again, draw again. Climb again, draw again.

Xiangbao looked at the ant struggling in the circle, as if looking at another self. She is also an ant, Wu Gong is a circle, whenever she thinks she has climbed out of that circle, she will be horrified to find that she is still in the circle.

Her life is in the hands of others, and she can't make her own decisions.

Suddenly stretched out a small hand out of thin air, holding down the ant that was still struggling in the circle, Xiangbao was slightly startled, hurriedly raised his head, and met a pair of narrow eyes.

Is that...... The eyes of the husband.

But the child in front of him is clearly only eight or nine years old, and he is a very delicate and beautiful child. Xiangbao looked at him blankly for a while, and suddenly remembered that the ant whose life and death were still unknown under his palm, hurriedly pulled away his hand, and the poor ant had already curled up into a small black dot and would not move.

Xiangbao looked up and glared at him, but the child just looked at her, as if he was smiling, and learned the husband's demeanor ten out of ten. After being stared at by those eyes for a long time, Xiangbao was a little timid, shook his head and ignored him, and stood up with his hands on the railing.

"You're the woman who lives in the Drunken Moon Pavilion?" He opened his mouth coldly, it was a crisp child's voice, but he was a little child, and his tone was old-fashioned.

Xiangbao was still worried about the ant, and didn't want to pay attention to him, so he got up and walked out of the Drunken Moon Pavilion, and walked a long way in a hurry, as if he wanted to escape from something. When Xiangbao stopped breathing, he realized that he had walked to a place where he had never been before.

"Yun'er! Yun'er! Across a hallway, there were a few muffled shouts.

Xiangbao looked up with some curiosity, but saw a richly dressed man standing in the corridor opposite, his expression slightly sad, and the woman in front of him who left in a hurry turned out to be ...... Yun Ji!

"Who?" The man was extremely alert and immediately sensed Xiangbao's presence.

Xiangbao frowned slightly, looking at his panicked expression, didn't he have some ulterior secrets with that Yun Ji? But at this time, it was too late to escape, if he swung his sword, she would definitely die. After thinking about it, Xiangbao slowly walked out from behind the pillar in the corridor.

Seeing Xiangbao, the man was also slightly stunned, and then raised his sword and pointed at her: "What did you see?" ”

Feeling the cold blade on his neck, Xiangbao frowned slightly, didn't he want to kill people? His thoughts turned slightly, and Xiangbao was busy waving his hands in a panic, shaking his head desperately, tears falling desperately.

Seeing Xiangbao like this, the man was slightly stunned: "Are you dumb?" ”

Hearing this, Xiangbao nodded desperately.

"Don't cry." As if frightened by her surging tears, he put his sword back into its sheath, pulled out the handkerchief around his waist and handed it to Xiangbao, "Wipe it." With that, he turned and left.

Looking at his back as he faded away, Xiangbao raised his sleeve to wipe away the tears on his face and looked down at the handkerchief in his hand. There is a faint fragrance on the veil, like a woman's use, and if you look closely, you can see a small word faintly embroidered in the upper right corner of the veil.

However, she did not know how to read.

"Are you mute?" A crisp children's voice sounded.

For the rest of his life after the catastrophe, Xiangbao was startled, and the handkerchief he was holding fell to the ground.

Still the same child, he paced slowly in front of Xiangbao, picked up the handkerchief on the ground, glanced at the embroidered words on the handkerchief, and there was deep disgust and sarcasm in his narrow eyes.

Xiangbao hurriedly snatched the handkerchief and stuffed it into his sleeve.

"What are you robbing, I won't want this dirty thing." The boy frowned, turned and walked away.

Xiangbao is getting lost, so she has to follow this strange child. He didn't pay attention to Xiangbao, he walked his own, Xiangbao walked more and more surprised, and finally followed him into a somewhat dilapidated garden, it is hard to imagine that there is such a place in the Wu Palace, obviously from the outside, this garden is in disrepair, very dilapidated, but inside the garden, there is a very beautiful garden. All kinds of flowers compete with each other, and the colorful butterflies in the garden are flying, which is very beautiful.

The boy went to the edge of the pool and sat down, took off his shoes, and put his bare feet into the water and shook them gently, and occasionally threw pebbles from the shore into the water.

Xiangbao looked at the small back, obviously in a brocade of flowers, but it seemed that there were only black and white.

It's so lonely.

Seeing that he had been throwing stones, Xiangbao smiled slightly, bent down and picked up the stones on the ground, raised his left hand, and threw it diagonally, and the stones hit three times in a row on the water surface before slowly sinking to the bottom of the pool.

The child opened his mouth and looked at the pool in a daze, and only after a while did he turn back to look at Xiangbao.

Xiangbao curled her lips triumphantly.

"Teach me." The child played with his fingers a little awkwardly, and for a while, he looked up at Xiangbao, and said a little stiffly, in a commanding tone.

Xiangbao was slightly stunned, so domineering. She picked up the stone and put it into his small palm, holding his hand, and he struggled a little awkwardly. Xiangbao looked down at him, he sat still obediently, Xiangbao bent his lips, clenched his little hand, raised slightly, and threw it gently, and the stone jumped five times in a row on the surface of the pool.

"Hehe......" He looked at his masterpiece and actually laughed a little silly.

Xiangbao couldn't help but bend her lips, she was still a child after all. Seeing Xiangbao looking at him, he hurriedly restrained his smile again, straightened his little face, and stood up straight in a serious manner.

"Si Xiang." He glanced at Xiang Baodao.

Xiangbao raised her eyebrows, showing puzzlement.

"My name." He said in a low voice, his expression slightly uncomfortable.

Xiangbao bent her lips and nodded, not planning to report herself.

"Forget it, you're a dumb person anyway." Si Xiang said to herself, turned her head again, and no longer paid attention to Xiangbao.

Domineering and awkward child.

Probably the sequelae of last night's hangover, Xiangbao raised his hand to cover his mouth and yawned, but he couldn't suppress the overwhelming sleepiness, so he turned around and prepared to leave.

"My mother...... Inside. Behind him, a voice as thin as a gnat suddenly came.

Xiangbao paused, and turned his head to look at the small figure in confusion, who was looking down at the sparkling pool surface.

"Today is Mother's Day." Si Xiang seemed to be talking to herself, but there were no tears in her eyes.

Xiangbao looked at him, as if she saw her little self. She walked over to him, crouched down, and reached out to hug him.

Si Xiang stiffened slightly: "You...... What are you doing? ”

Xiangbao hugged him and didn't move, as if he wanted to give him all his warmth, so that he could also be warm. In the past, it was my sister who held her like this. Her nose was sour, and her tears suddenly fell uncontrollably, if crying under the sword just now was the instinct of survival, then now, it was really sad.

Xiangbao hugged Si Xiang and silently shed tears.

"You...... What are you crying about? Si Xiang was at a loss, stiffening and trying to push away the woman who was crying without an image.

Xiangbao just hugged him and cried.

"Hey...... You, don't cry......" His little hand was raised, and finally landed gently on her back, as if comforting.

Xiangbao still cried.

Si Xiang blinked, suddenly his eyes were red, and after a while, he lowered his head and began to shed tears. It's all to blame for this strange woman, he didn't even cry when his mother died, and now, he is crying so embarrassed.

One big and two figures, hugging each other by the pool, crying quietly.

In the evening, Xiangbao returned to the Drunken Moon Pavilion with red eyes.

"Where have you been?" As soon as she entered the door, she met Ziruo with a bad face, but since she entered this Drunken Moon Pavilion, Xiangbao really hadn't seen what her "face good" looked like.

"Just walk around, do you know what day it is?" Ziruo has a late girl's face.

"What day?" Xiangbao glanced at her faintly.

"Today is the festival day of Mrs. Sister-in-law!"

Xiangbao said "oh" and entered the room, ignoring Ziruo, who was jumping angrily behind him.

I heard that the late sister-in-law was a princess of the northern country of Qi and had a son with her husband, could it be that the child was ......