"I'm fine, I'm fine."

Ye Shuqiu smiled a little chokedly, held her cheeks with both hands, and slowly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. "Let's go... I'll take you out. You've been in this house for so long, it's time to go out and get some air. ”

Mu Xiyao's eyes lit up. She exclaimed excitedly, "Can you go out?!" Excited, she wanted to get up and jump, and suddenly seemed to be pulling a wound somewhere, frowned slightly, and took a deep breath of cold air.

Hiss - it hurts... How did I forget that?

"Why..." Ye Shuqiu paused, then patted his forehead a little embarrassed, and laughed: "I'm sorry, I hurt you yesterday." ”

She glared at him angrily: "You stinky shameless!" Still laughing! Hiss... There's no way to get out, how can you get out? "I really want to get out, but... It's really embarrassing.

He thought for a while before he said, "That's it! You clean up first, and I'll carry you out on my back when the time comes! ”

"How good is that?" Mu Xiyao blinked her beautiful eyes a little embarrassed.

"We're all husband and wife! Do you still care about what those do? Ye Shuqiu's heart was very eager to try, and he was as happy as a child.

"It's... All right! But you have to get out first! How can a man be on the side when a woman changes clothes! Although after a night of lingering, she still couldn't let go of him in front of him.

The words fell, but he was still standing in front of her bed with a smile on his face, his eyes full of tenderness and doting.

Mu Xiyao tugged at the corners of her mouth, and said uncomfortably: "You... Why haven't you gone out yet? ”

Ye Shuqiu sat on the edge of the bed so aggressively and printed a kiss on her cheek: "How can there be a reason for a wife to change her clothes and drive her husband out?" ”

"You're a crooked!" She pursed her red lips, and the angry look was very cute. "Get out! If you don't go out, I won't change! Get out! She pointed out the door, unrelentingly.

"You girl~" He laughed and tugged at her white cheeks, "Okay~ I'll go out." But don't wear the white clothes you wear on a regular basis, I'll have someone bring them later. "Calculate the time, the tailor of the Ye Mansion should also have made those two wedding dresses.

"You sent it?" Mu Xiyao tilted her head curiously. What clothes will he give? But when I woke up, the wardrobe in the room was full of white clothes. If it weren't for the lack of other colors, she wouldn't have been dressed in white. Girls, who doesn't like fancy clothes? However, since he gave it, he will wear it himself! Then again, the clothes fit perfectly, like they were made for themselves.

But I really don't know him, do you? How did he know how big the clothes he was wearing?

She looked at the happy Ye Shuqiu and buried this question deep in her heart.

whereas

Ye Shuqiu teased her for a while before getting up and walking out of the house step by step.

Mu Xiyao laughed at him. If you are still willing not to leave, you really can't go.

The room gradually quieted down, and she slowly exhaled a breath, endured the pain in her body, walked to the bookcase, and gently pulled out a scroll. Mu Xiyao slowly unfolded the scroll and carefully studied the characters in the painting.

The figure in the painting, the strokes are very simple, it is a girl. That girl, beautiful as a fairy, smiled lightly, her eyes were squinted into two crescents, and the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, giving people a feeling of not eating the fireworks of the world.

Mu Xiyao remembered the first time she saw it. That's what she saw when she was alone and bored, and when she was locked up in the house, she rummaged through the bookcase. The scroll slammed top of his head, nearly knocking him unconscious. She was very curious, so she spread out the painting, always feeling that the people in the painting were somewhat familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it.

If you hadn't reacted to it when you dressed up in front of the bronze mirror and wanted to paint, you might have been kept in the dark.

Isn't the person in the painting himself?

But it was the first time I met that person, and the degree of dryness of the brush and ink in this painting showed that it had been painted for a long time. Who the hell is that man? Why does he have his own portrait? Why did he paint himself? Also, why is there a large ink mark near the chest?

The memories gradually converged, and she felt very strange in her heart, but it was not easy to ask. But, then again. The girl in the painting, from the pen of that person, shows a delicate, mischievous, and even slightly rude smile. But what about yourself? Could it be that in this world, in addition to himself, there is another person who looks similar to himself, who lives at the end of the world, and this man, by mistake, brought back to this mansion the self who looked eight or nine points like the person in the painting?

Also, he obviously didn't remember who his surname was, but the man was a mouthful, gentle and doting. Maybe he's really just a substitute, and he's also entrusting his feelings to the wrong person?

Thinking of this, Mu Xiyao was a little depressed and supported half of her cheeks, very depressed. So, I am the concubine mentioned in those books? Aunt? Or is it the third intervener? By the way, I haven't asked him yet, what is that name, what is the surname? Well... Just take this opportunity to confess...

"Ugh—" she sighed speechlessly. This year, I really fell in love with this man who gave his whole heart to himself. Although I only know him... Wait a minute! What is the man's name? Myself... I don't seem to know at all...

Thinking of this, Mu Xiyao's little face turned pale with a brush. If... If he suddenly asked, wouldn't he be exposed...

That... That... Then take the opportunity to make a little joke with him and ask his name

Come out, right?

Woohoo.

"It's... Who is it?! The gentle knock on the door interrupted Mu Xiyao's train of thought and woke her back from her contemplation.

"Mrs. Hui, the slaves and maids will send you this wedding dress according to Lord Ye Xiang's will!" A female voice came from outside the door.

"Enter... Come on in! Mu Xiyao's heart gradually eased. I thought it was him, but it turned out to be some maid...

Outside the door, she got her permission, and with a creak, the wooden door was pushed open, and the fish penetrated a dozen maids. Some of them are holding red wedding dresses, some are holding some jewelry, some are holding a basin of water, and there are Jinpa...

She was slightly stunned and asked, "You... Is it in the wrong place? Who are these for? ”

"It's for you, Madame!" The maids all smiled slightly, put down the things in their hands, and helped Mu Xiyao to the dresser. "Madame's skin is so good, Lord Ye Xiang's eyes are really like torches. Of course, Madame can meet Lord Ye, and being Lord Ye's wife, it is also a blessing for Madame! ”

Mu Xiyao is still a little foggy. She asked strangely, "Who is Lord Ye Xiang in your mouth?" In her impression, there is only one scholar in white? It's the book that accompanied me for a year... Don't...

"Don't you know, ma'am?" Those maids all paused for a moment before saying, "This book house is the property of Lord Ye!" He is also the one who comes to accompany you every day. Now you are going to sit in the prime minister's wife, and those of us who are maids are also silently blessing you in our hearts! ”

"Jae... Prime minister... Madam..."Mu Xiyao repeated these words in a hurry, her eyes were blank, and she seemed to be out of the world. Sky... Oh, my God... He, he turned out to be the prime minister of this country... I... If it is discovered, this is almost a crime of deception... I... I don't want to die... I... I can't bear this relationship... What should I do?

Before she knew it, tears overflowed from the corners of her eyes, sliding down her pretty cheeks to the slightly protruding collarbone.

"Sisters, Madame wept with joy when she heard the news! We're going to hurry up too! The maid who made the headdress for Mu Xiyao grinned and began to move her hands.

The rest of the people also started to get busy.

There are those who clean up the house, those who specially wash the Jinpa, those who wipe Mu Xiyao's face, and those who change her clothes.

And Mu Xiyao just accepted it indifferently, it didn't seem to belong to her everything.

I... How should I deal with him? Do you just admit that you are not the person he likes, and then leave him far away? Or what should be done... Can anyone come and tell me... I, should... What to do?

Long...

The maids all withdrew one after another.

Mu Xiyao was left alone in the room crying and pondering.

"I'm coming to pick up my bride!" Outside the door, Ye Shuqiu's laughter suddenly came.

She woke up suddenly, quickly found a piece of paper and wiped the corners of her eyes on both sides, and reluctantly made a shallow smile, like the person in the painting, sitting quietly in front of the dresser, waiting for the last moment to come.

"Xi Yao!" He slammed the door open and laughed, "Go!" I'll take you out! ”

Mu Xiyao pursed her red lips and took a few deep breaths before she dared to face Ye Shuqiu in front of her, and said with a forced smile: "The concubine doesn't know that her husband is coming, and she is not welcome, please forgive me." So saying, she got up and blessed him. But it was pulled to the sore spot, his brows tightened, and he was about to fall to the ground.

Ye Shuqiu hurriedly took a few steps forward, hugged her into his arms, and said in a low voice, "Do you know? I'm waiting for you this day... How long have you been waiting..."

"How long have you been waiting?" She winked at him in feigned mischievousness.

He gently hugged her into his arms and muttered, "After this winter... It's been six years..."

Six years... Did he wait so long for the man in the painting? Mu Xiyao's body trembled slightly, and after thinking about her now, she was just a substitute for other people's feelings, so she couldn't control her tears.

"Why are you crying so much lately?" Ye Shuqiu didn't doubt him, and asked jokingly.

(End of chapter)