Shambhala hurriedly ran towards the room, and when she passed by the backyard, she suddenly saw a woman in white walking in front of her, she turned her head to look, but there was no one, and she was slightly frowning in doubt, as if the person was known to herself, but in the blink of an eye, she disappeared.

Just when she wanted to go over and have a look, she heard an exclamation from the maid in the house, so she didn't care about anything else, ran over in a few steps, pushed open the door and looked, it turned out to be Yue Shao'an woke up, and the maid was suddenly startled and screamed.

Seeing the maid staring at Yue Shao'an stupidly, Shambhala waved her hand and said, "Look at anything, go out." ”

Poor maids, there dared to disobey the princess's orders and take care of Yue Shao'an, finally, he woke up, but was ruthlessly kicked out, although a little reluctant, they are not, for a man, not to let them ignore the princess's authority.

After the maid went out, Shambhala came to Yue Shao'an's side, looked at him and said, "Awake?" Does the wound still hurt? ”

Yue Shaoan frowned slightly, supported his body, and wanted to sit up, but the wound was touched, and the sweat on his forehead that was wiped dry by the maid seeped out again. Seeing that he was struggling, Shambhala hurriedly helped him up, put a pillow behind his back, and patted him with his hand, and after feeling that it was most comfortable to lie down like this, he slowly put him down, let him lie down, and asked softly, "Are you thirsty?" ”

When he woke up again, Yue Shao'an's mood was much more stable, not as anxious as before, he slowly shook his head, coughed a few times, and then said, "Shambhala, where am I?" How is Xiaofeng? ”

"You're in my room, this is Yanjing City." Shambhala took out a handkerchief from his arms, wiped the sweat beads on his forehead and said, "The Xiaofeng you are talking about, is it Long Xiaofeng?" I didn't see her. ”

There was a burst of fragrance overflowing from the handkerchief, but Yue Shaoan was not in the mood to smell the fragrance at this time, he lowered his head gloomily, the scene before the coma was deeply remembered, I am afraid that Long Xiaofeng will never come back, but the glimmer of self-comfort hope in his heart is still supporting himself, unwilling to let himself believe that this is true.

Shambhala looked at him with a sad face, knowing that something very serious had happened before the injury, but now looking at him, it was not easy to ask questions, for a while, the two were relatively speechless, and the silence in the room was terrible......

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Liu Ruyan went out of the house for the first time today, although the snow has stopped, under the sun, the whole Yanjing City is much warmer, but it is a harsh winter, it is so, it is still very cold.

She didn't change her long skirt, her white clothes were stained with blood, shaking in the north wind, she walked to a rockery in the backyard, kicked up, stood slightly higher, looked south, and missed her relatives and Yue Shao'an at home very much, but her eyesight was poor, and there were still rows of houses, and she didn't even see Yanjing City.

In the bowing of the head, the bleak color welled up in the heart, two tears fell, the sky of Yanjing is also so clear and blue, and the general of Hangzhou, however, under the different mood, the same sky, but also become a depressing factor, only to feel that this day is also pressed to make it difficult to breathe.

Previously, when she walked by, the figure Shambhala saw was actually her, but by the time Shambhala tried to find her again, she had already left here and walked behind the rockery, so she missed it.

"Miss Liu, go back!" The female guards came to take her beside her, bowed and saluted, although they did not have a good impression of this child in their hearts, but their duty was not to be careless, and when they spoke, they were also respectful, and the people that the four princes liked, how could they not be offended, and they had been guards for so long, this point was still understood: "Your Highness has been instructed to ensure your safety." You are so thinly dressed, if you fall ill, Your Highness should punish us. ”

Liu Ruyan glanced back at her, the female guard was stunned, and couldn't help but admire in her heart, there is really such a beautiful woman in the world, in addition to jealousy, she is also envious, and the person who is as cold as frost on weekdays is now with tears on her face, and the meaning of frost has decreased a little, but it has added a little weakness, which makes people feel pity. The female guard couldn't help but feel sympathy, although she had such a stunning face, but she was a prisoner in a foreign place, and her heart was so desolate. At the same time, women, people who are suffering can always pity the sympathy of others.

The female guard's voice also softened a lot: "Miss Liu, let's go back to the room, if you want to come out, add a few clothes, now in the cold winter season, here is not as good as your Southern Dynasty, it is very cold, and your body is frozen, but it is your own." ”

Although Liu Ruyan has always been as cold as frost, as if she is not close to people, she is arrogant, she always gives people a clear and lofty attitude that can only be seen from a distance, but in her bones she is just a weak woman after all, listening to the whispers of others, her cold body is a trace of warmth from the bottom of her heart, she nodded lightly, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes without moving, and whispered: "Thank you!" ”

Then, she lifted her lotus step slightly, slowly walked towards the house, her delicate body, in the cold wind, more weak and thin, the blood stains on the white long skirt, like plum blossoms in the snow, a little cherry red, it is very good-looking, but this cherry red, but there is no purity of plum blossoms, what is stuck on it, but it is the blood of the people in his house, this is a big enemy.

Wanyan always felt that these were wars, and the two countries had little personal problems, and he should be able to influence Liu Ruyan, because this woman not only attracted him by her appearance, but also attracted him by her frosty temperament.

However, he ignored a problem, the country is made up of people, the two countries are in the army, maybe ordinary people, can also communicate with each other, such as some business travelers, they will only drink and scold the bandits rampant in the war season, the road is not smooth, affecting the livelihood, as long as they do not kill their relatives, this hatred will be very light, seeing the people of the enemy country, they will definitely not be like those angry youth, say what wolf ambitions, what pigs and dogs are not as good, what the motherland rivers and mountains, will not be like those who have lost their relatives, tear open their big mouths, spit, the old lady.

However, this is only limited to the people, Liu Ruyan's birth is destined to make it impossible for her to cover up the hatred of the country with the people and only use the four words of a simple war between the two countries, so although Wanyanman treats her politely, and there is no shortage of food and lodging utensils, even better than when she was in the Prime Minister's Mansion, but even so, it is impossible to change her mind. On the contrary, the more Wanyan was like this, the deeper her feelings for Yue Shaoan became.

Helpless, people's emotions are fragile, but they are also the most in need of support, Yue Shao'an, the emperor's appointed husband, although she looked down on him before, but his later performance slowly made her begin to accept him, until now, turned into deep longing......

Back in the house, Liu Ruyan, who has never spoken much, made an exception today to talk to the female guard to say a few more words, and finally, when the female guard left, he asked her for the four treasures of the study.

In the room, she studied the ink by herself, touched the tip of the pen, and a strip of ink appeared on the paper, slowly outlining the image of a man, with starry eyebrows, a handsome face with a hint of a wicked smile, and the sentence next to her, which is very famous in the Beijing-Hangzhou Academy, "A thousand years are rare to meet a thousand years, and one night thinks of spring and one night." ”

The last stroke fell, she stared at the picture she had drawn, looked at the couplet, her little face suddenly turned red, and a pair of small hurriedly picked up the paper and crumpled it into a ball.

Seeing that the painting she had just finished turned into a mess of paper, a strong sense of loss came to her, she sighed slightly, and lifted the pen again, and this time when she put down the pen, all the people on the scroll had changed.

A young and heroic general, dressed in armor and holding a silver spear, sat on a tall horse, raised his head, looking heroic, but strangely, he held a folding fan in his other hand, which seemed to be swaying comfortably, a little nondescript.

After looking at it, she put up the freshly painted painting again, and so on several times, every time she finished painting, she looked at it, and the group started. She was surprised to find that none of Yue Shaoan's portraits had different expressions.

The gentleman with a hippie smile, the emperor who is not afraid of danger, the lover who is affectionate, the general who is confident, and the son who is full of poetry, she did not realize that he is actually a talented person, a person with great affection, and a person with a strong sense of responsibility.

Perhaps, only when you lose, can you keep a close eye on the merits, and when you were by your side before, when you were within reach, your mind was full of that obscene and shameless appearance.

She stared at the white paper with beautiful eyes, looked at it for a long time, and dropped the pen again, but when she finished drawing, it was not one person, but two people. In the painting, the woman sits on the edge of the bed, staring at the hijab on her head, the man looks satisfied, but with a slightly evil smile, the folding fan in his hand is tightly closed, and his thin lips are slightly open, as if he is chanting something.

She picked up her pen and gently wrote three words "Yue Liu's" next to the woman with a red hijab.

Perhaps, in this life, I can only marry you on paper, she thought so, and her little hand lifted the painting, and crumpled it again......