Su Qian blinked, stepped aside, and another shadow came in from behind the hanging flower door.

Gongzi Fei's eyes bent, and the gloom that had been imprisoned for half a month dispersed: "Little Thirteen." ”

The tone was slightly raised, and Su Ri's watery voice was filled with a touch of lightness and joy that could not be concealed.

Cheng Yingyu stepped forward and stood three steps away, with purple shirts and green eyes, the face in front of her was still a stunning Jiangnan, the smoke and rain were gorgeous, even if the ink hair was messy and her tired face was white, she was still the boy behind the screen.

Cheng Ying suddenly felt sour at the tip of her nose.

On the night of the warm pavilion, she was also an accomplice, and the East Palace came to mention people violently, and the swords of more than 100 Long Xiangwei were all out of the sheath, saying that she was not afraid was a lie, and it was angry to say that she was not worried.

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the blood oozing from the man's ankle, and Cheng Ying's heart was even more sore. The lord of Jiangnan, who is located in the south of the Yangtze River and has been inherited for a hundred years, even the emperor has been polite to three points, when has he suffered such a thing, it is not up to her.

The reunion and meeting gift that he had been thinking about for 14 years turned out to be a prison disaster.

In an instant, his thoughts were chaotic, Cheng Ying looked at Gongzi Fei in a daze, neither advancing nor retreating, and his eyes were red silently.

On that day, the mirror Mingqin Pavilion was sandwiched, and the people in the palace drank a little thin wine, although the aftermath was absurd, but it was also a pillow Zhuang Zhou, and now he was sober-minded, blue sky and white day, Cheng Yingyu faced this face of the wind and waning moon again, thinking of the twilight of the seven years of his childhood, his heart was almost confiscated.

Gongzi Fei didn't speak, and looked at the woman quietly. There was no blame or sadness between his eyebrows, and the thousands of entwined waves rippled under his emerald eyes.

Relatively wordless. The pomegranate flowers on the top of the head reflected the two faces.

"What's that...... I'm going to take a walk around the side, it's rare to come to the Imperial Palace. Su Qian felt embarrassed, decided to leave and pretend to be blind, and looked back before turning around, full of worry.

Miyado quieted down. The winding red wall is like a dream of brocade, the sunlight jumps at the tip of the glazed tile, the wind passes, the pomegranate flowers are fluttering one after another, paving the ground scarlet, and the dark fragrance hits people.

"Little Thirteen don't worry. The heavenly family was not embarrassed, and I returned to the south half a month later. I have never blamed you for the turmoil in the warm pavilion. Gongzi Fei's eyes flickered lightly, and he added, "...... Is there a dilemma in the East Palace? ”

Cheng Ying pursed her lips and lowered her head to stir the corners of her clothes: "He refuses to see me." I handed over the post of the interview, and every day I handed it over, and every day I was called back...... What can I do. ”

Gongzi Fei smiled: "My little thirteen, I don't have to be so wronged by myself." ”

My little thirteen. These ordinary words made Cheng Ying's heart tremble, and the tip of her nose suddenly turned sour with grievance.

When she was locked behind the Zhu Gate of the other mansion, a pair of ears was the only way for her to be implicated in this world.

I heard that there was a shout, it was the morning market opened, there must be a girl with a red head rope selling osmanthus along the street, I heard the cannon fight, it was almost the New Year, the streets and alleys hung a string of red lanterns, I heard the crackling lamps burning oil, it was the Shangyuan Festival, the ten-zhang high fire tree outside the Anhuai Gate, I heard the children crying "My sugar man, return me", it was the famous sugar man on the corner of the street who picked the child into Beijing, and the children in the neighborhood held copper coins and lined up in a long line.

None of this has anything to do with her.

She can only listen with her ears pricked up, and she is happy when she listens, and she is not happy when she listens.

At this time, there was always a grandmother who handed over the scroll, saying that it was a quiz assigned by Mr.

Then she opened the volume, and could see the inscription outlined by the red rouge, and a bunch of osmanthus between the pages, budding and tied to a rope, as if it was ready to be sold.

It is the morning market, and the girl with a red head rope sells osmanthus along the street.

"My little thirteen, I don't have to be so wronged by myself." Behind the screen, the young man's misty voice smiled.

So it became their secret.

The scroll that Mama took over, between the pages of the book contained the whole world, it was a lantern tassel, a candle wick of a ten-zhang fire tree, and the famous sugar man picker on the street corner, half a sugar man.

All this is related to her again.

My little thirteen, I don't have to be so wronged by myself.

Every time there is such a sentence behind the screen, Cheng 13 has remembered it for 14 years.

- The world is brought by you. You are also mine, the world.

……

"Little Thirteen, look at Mr. I have been in prison for a few days, my face has become dirty and like a cat, and I can't get some water to wipe it." Gongzi Fei's voice sounded, close at hand.

I don't know when he walked in front of Cheng Yingyu, half an arm's length, even if it was mixed with the dregs of the edict, he couldn't hide the light cinnamon fragrance, and the wisps were wrapped around the woman's clothes.

Cheng Yingyan's mind is not clear again.

Although the words of Yun Niang and Rong Wei echoed like thunder, and she knew the rejection of the East Palace, she was stared at by this wave of sparkling jade pupils, looking at herself reflected in the center of the lake.

Shout. Cheng Yingyu returned to the little thirteen who combed her double bun back then.

"It's all bad for Little Thirteen. Mr. Lian was imprisoned. Cheng Yingyu lowered her head, like a child who was caught napping in class.

"Then what did Little Thirteen say? Why don't you help the master wipe it? Gongzi Fei leaned down and lowered his head, very well-behaved, as if he was really waiting for Cheng Yingyu to wipe his face.

The woman subconsciously stretched out her hand, her fingertips touched the man's cheek, the familiar temperature, and the memory of that night came back to the wind.

Cheng Ying was stunned, and her mind was messed up. But at this moment, the childe raised his head suddenly, and the woman's fingertips crossed a warm object.

When he came back to his senses, Gongzi Fei stood tall and jade, looking at Cheng Yingyu with a smile, his eyes were faint, suppressing the monstrous waves.

Cheng Ying looked at the fingertips frozen in mid-air. It was just ...... Lip?

It turned out that wiping your face was deliberate. The man calculated the timing and curvature, and the woman's fingertips could be traced across his lips.

A little dragonfly and a little water. The sudden rise in the temperature of the air, and the sophistication of the fleeting changes are not something that a fledgling can resist.

The pomegranate flowers on the top of the head suddenly ignited a fire, faintly dyeing the roots of the man's ears red, and also obviously exploded in the woman's eyes.

Childe Fei smiled. The bottom of his eyes is thirty years old, and he is bound to be perfect and perfect.

Cheng Yingyu was stupid in place. Because at that moment, she actually felt-

Disgusting.

Instinctive disgust and resistance from the body. She had never expected to have such an attitude towards her husband, but the truth was that without thinking with her brain, her body had already made a judgment.

There was no room for her to argue. So it also made a lot of confused things, at that moment, solved.

Yes, Yun Niang and Rong Wei are right, she is no longer a child, and the person in front of her is already a thirty-year-old man, I heard that he accepted a concubine from Mrs. Zhaonan, and the young man behind the screen has already grown up.

Fourteen years, a dream. It's time to wake up.

Cheng Yingbu seemed to have touched a cold poisonous snake, retracted his fingertips, patted his hot face, and stepped back: "...... Nuan Ge was imprisoned, and Xiao Thirteen apologized. But that night, and just now. ”

Cheng Ying took a deep breath. It seems that I have held a pair of scissors with my own hands, and cut the screen and the trap of time together, which hurts, but more importantly, it is frank and clear.

After waking up, I said that I hadn't seen you for a long time, and it was enough.

“…… Please don't have any more, sir. ”

Cheng Ying turned around and left without looking back.