Her eyes were a little hot.

"Miss, let's go back first, the prince has instructed that no one is allowed to disturb tonight." The guard stepped forward.

She was thinly dressed, and the wind blew the snow down on her hair, and she looked even more embarrassed.

With a thud, she fell to her knees in the snow. The guard retreated in shock, is this still the stubborn Ji Feiyan of the past?

She watched the door shut, her eyes burning so hot that it almost burned a hole.

At this moment, her mind is full of Uncle Ling, and she has thousands of cursed words, but she swallows them one by one.

Because she no longer had any bargaining chips with him, the only way was ......

Keep lying to him!

She opened her mouth and sang the love song that Shiso sang when she was alone in the empty boudoir.

"What is the ...... tonight?"

The sky seemed to be stained with too much dark blue curtain, and the snow was getting heavier and heavier in the quiet canopy.

The ethereal and clear singing echoes in the night, adding a bit of coolness.

The snow was misty, the air was spreading, and in the haze, she seemed to see the scene of him leading his troops to intercept his relatives again, and under the residual sun, a line of iron horsemen broke red makeup.

She hated his condescending eyes!

She hated him for being full of ridiculous love words!

But who would have expected that one day, she Ji Feiyan would kneel in front of his door, and her mind would count his words in the past without caring about anything.

The voice inside became more and more indulgent.

Feiyan smiled wryly and closed her eyes.

Every love word that Uncle Ling said personally has become a knife that cuts his throat at this moment.

Why should she recall his hypocrisy with mockery, but at this moment it hurts?

She didn't want to think about the reason, and she didn't dare to think about it.

That's it, lying is such a thing, you have to get into the play first.

As soon as the melody turned, she sang like a cry.

"Boat in the middle of the stream...... Today, I have to be in the same boat with the prince......"

Her cold voice trembled, and she listened to the voice in it a little quieter, gritted her teeth and continued to sing the boatman's heart.

The boatman can only indulge in his own hopes, but what is the other party's heart?

is so pathetic, it really looks like her Ji Feiyan.

"Shame...... Be embarrassed...... Not ashamed, my heart was troubled and unstoppable, and I learned that the prince ......"

The door opened, and Uncle Ling stood in the doorway, his neckline open at will.

She took a deep breath and sang in a high pitch, tears welling up in her eyes.

"There are trees in the mountains...... Wood has branches......"

"The good night is short, and the princess herself came to sing for the king, this heart is really touching."

Uncle Ling arranged his clothes at will.

She lowered her head and whispered in a trembling voice, "Feiyan has other intentions. ”

"Oh?" Uncle Ling's hand didn't stop, and he didn't look at the flying smoke.

She looked at him with a pair of teary eyes, with affection, and choked up in a deep voice: "Feiyan finally understands what it means to make a fake come true, and to be a cocoon ...... self-restraint."

There was a dead silence all around.

She and her uncle Ling are acting on the spot, and it can be said that they have always tacitly played their roles conscientiously.

But her words now undoubtedly broke this balance and tore the curtain.

Like two unpainted plays in the dark, exposed to the light at an inopportune time.

Uncle Ling's hand stopped, dumbfounded for a while.

He asked the woman to speak loudly in the room, didn't he just want to see what would happen to Ji Feiyan?

But now the person who is cocooning herself is not just her Ji Feiyan?

After a while, he stepped forward.

He looked at the flying smoke shivering on his knees in the snow, and the meaning in his eyes was unclear.

With his hand, he brushed the snow chips off her hair, and the snowflakes turned into crystal droplets on his hands.

He opened his mouth, and he wanted to say something more, but he saw her tears falling in the snow, one drop, two drops, melting the snow.

There was a sense of dissolution in his heart.

No, the Yan Kingdom should be destroyed, the Yan people should die, he wants to avoid this feeling!

He said nothing more, turned and went back to the house.

Feiyan still knelt in place, listening to his departing footsteps, and continued to sing.

Only this time, her voice was frozen out of tune and devoid of beauty.

"There are trees in the mountains...... Wood has branches......"

"The heart is happy...... You don't know...... Monarch...... Ignorance. ”

Uncle Ling, who was facing away from the flying smoke, stopped, took a deep breath of the cold air of the night on his back, trying to calm himself down and clear his mind, but ......

He jerked around, strode over, pulled the smoke out of the snow, and picked it up.