Her voice was already small, but at this moment, it seemed as if she had suddenly sunk into an endless abyss that she could not see or touch with the dimming of the light.

Words such as "the country and the society are important" and "the love and gratitude of the king" and so on, if they were placed in the past, they would be able to dispatch a basket of them easily.

But now, her lips moved, as if she wanted to say something, and the tips of her tongue were already pressed against the back of her lips and teeth, but they seemed to freeze suddenly.

I tried hard for a while, but I couldn't say half a word.

Immediately, her eyes, which had been calm for a quarter of an hour, suddenly froze.

The green tile plum blossoms in the deep alley, like a pipa in front of the court, and the crimson cheeks that stopped in memory, were frozen into a vulnerable picture at this moment, and then a small gap was cracked.

Then it fell apart and melted into the darkness.

The smile on her lips froze in embarrassment, and she was speechless for a while.

His eyes trembled, and he suddenly returned to a pool of stagnant water.

When people are at a loss, their eyes are probably the most honest.

Mianmian resisted this wordless description, and looked at the tips of her embroidered shoes exposed outside her skirt for a full quarter of an hour.

The scene in front of her was crumpled in an instant, gradually condensed into a tiny black dot, like a plump drop of ink on spotless rice paper, unscrupulously blurred

- Song Yuxun's fingers broke into this darkness in time at this time.

Through the layers of mountains like heavy rocks, his fingertips burst out and firmly grasped her wrist.

"Alright."

Song Yuxun's face did not change, and he said very calmly, "Don't think so much, it's decided, I just want to accompany you more." ”

After a pause, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, revealing a bit of precious frivolity.

"And the kids."

"Your Majesty......" Mianmian tried to speak, but almost bit the tip of her tongue.

In a hurry, she was desperate for a while, and she muttered in a panic, her tone trembling, "Xiao Xun, I ......"

"I'm here."

Song Yu responded, his face was as usual, and he was gentle and unspeakable.

He said, "I'm here, Mianmian, don't be afraid." ”

Mian Mian trembled, I couldn't say whether I was afraid or something else, in short, I couldn't stop shaking, and I was slowly hugged into his arms.

The young man stretched out his arm gently and patiently, rubbed her into his arms and hugged her a little bit.

The court clothes on his body had not had time to fade, and the crown of the twelve Yu was hastily removed by himself on the way here.

There is a strand of black hair on the sideburns, and it is lined with bright yellow robes like a black jade that is slanting out horizontally.

Mianmian's head leaned up weakly, right on the spot where the intricate embroidery was hooked on his chest.

In front of the dragon with teeth and claws, the woman's face was white and almost transparent, and she felt like she couldn't get up again once she fell.

Song Yuxun reached out to hold her shoulder, and was distressed by her excessive thin bones.

"I'm tired." He smiled shallowly, "I'll hold you and sleep for a while, okay?" ”

Mianmian didn't say anything, didn't nod or shake his head, and finally had a little temperature on his fingertips to get cold again, and it was scary.

It was as if it had just been fished out of the cold water of the middle of winter, and it seemed that it was not flesh and blood on its hands, but stones that were cold and bloody.

Mianmian leaned against his chest, his head seemed to want to go up, but his neck was so soft that he couldn't use any strength.

Suddenly, as if she remembered something, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she asked, "What about Xiao Chen?" ”

Song Yuxun freed up one hand and slowly tore off the ribbon that hung loosely on the side of the couch, and half of the bed curtain was sprinkled all over the place.

Half of his face, which was as warm as white jade, was wrapped in a sudden shadow, and his voice was gentle and gentle, "Xiao Chen is busy, he didn't come today." ”

"And when will he come?"

Mianmian almost choked up, and rushed to ask, "What about Qingran?" When will Qingran come to see me? She's been here in a long time, and they're—"

She was dazed for a moment, and after blinking, it seemed that she suddenly discovered the truth, "—do you dislike me?" ”

As soon as this thought came to her, her expression changed dramatically, as if she wanted to cry, but she couldn't hold back and refused to make a sound, her snow-white teeth bit her lower lip thinly, and a thin line of blood bit out of her lips.

The tips of her fingers suddenly forced, and she grabbed half of the young man's bright yellow sleeve fiercely.

The delicate and intricate embroidery was crumpled into a withered puff by her, and the fingertips of the lining became more and more blue and white.

"They hate me, don't they? You don't like me, do you? What's wrong with me? What exactly am I doing wrong? Woowoo...... It's my fault, I shouldn't have ...... They don't think I deserve it, I de......serve it."

"Mianmian." Song Yuxun gently stroked her back, as if comforting a frightened little animal.

He called her name over and over again, with extreme restraint and indescribable tenderness.

"Kotomi is really busy, he has what he has to do. When he's done, I'll let him come to see you and call Shang Qingran together, okay? ”

"I asked them to bring you osmanthus cake, don't you like osmanthus cake the most? I know the family, I'll ask Xiaochen to bring it to you, bring you hot, bring the best food, okay? ”

"Mianmian, don't think about it too much, when Xiaochen comes, I'll take you to see the kite flying. It's spring, and it's time for the wind to blow. ”

"You're tired, get some sleep, okay? I'm here with you, not going anywhere, I promise. ”

"Qingran likes you, Xiaochen likes you too, you are all good boys. I like you too, you're the best, Mianmian, you're the best. ”

Song Yuxun stroked her hair and whispered as gently as possible.

The sound of voices is full of heart.

She gasped quietly, without tears, and was sluggishly put on the pillow by him, cold sweat dripping through her black hair.

At ten o'clock in the afternoon, the sun outside was clear, sprinkled unscrupulously, jumping over the colorful glazed tiles, casting a shadow on the opposite palace wall.

Seeing the time of the two incense sticks passing, there is still no movement in the hall.

The imperial physician outside the hall circled around the pillar endlessly, and there was a bit of a smell of burning buttocks.

The gray beard, which had always been regarded as a symbol of decency, suddenly became a burden, and he crumpled it indiscriminately, and brushed it up and down.

The old lady was old and had a lot of strength, and she pulled the skin and flesh on her chin tightly and loosely, as if she was going to bend the little beard that was left.