"It's cold outside, you are only allowed to watch here, and you are not allowed to step out." Yue Chi is like an older sister telling her disobedient sister, "Do you like that plum blossom?" She looked at Lu Yixin looking at the white plum blossoms that were flourishing outside the corridor in a daze, the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were bright, and the Huaxin woman stepped forward with her clothes caged and stepped forward, tiptoeing off the plum branches and sending them to Lu Yixing.

Lu Yiyu pinched the fragrant white plum and her eyes were slightly hot, she remembered that Lu Wanyu seemed to have a day when the moonlight was drenched, and the peach blossoms on her face were red, she said Ah Yu, it was really flattering, and the Yue Chi eyebrows and eyes in front of her were full of tenderness, which was different from Lu Wanyu's gentleness, but the figures of the two slowly overlapped together.

Lu Yixin felt that the most uncompetitive fear in this period of time was that his eyes were hot and wanted to cry at every turn, as if the trivial things in life and those accustomed scenery had become an irrecallable past.

However, these words reminded the Lu family girl: "Where did the little prince go?" All she remembered was the footsteps she had walked away from when she fell asleep last night, and he was nowhere to be seen this morning.

Lu Yixin was stunned for a moment, his face turned red and he was ashamed and wanted to explain: "I, I'm not ......"

The snow is sunny at the beginning and the blue sky is like washing, which is not as good as the beautiful woman's indulgent and delicate appearance.

After all, you kid has caused me so much trouble, you can't pat your ass and turn around and leave-this is the original words of the Ninety-Five Emperor, Feng Mingxie looks annoyed, but he finally asked the Son of Heaven to block his mouth, and all kinds of impeachment, all kinds of sadness, all kinds of cynicism, that is all kind.

"Your Majesty, is there a crime?" Lu Yixuan couldn't help but follow the sentence, she killed Cheng Zhongqi, killed Cheng Min, the court was obvious to all, the fragrance of plum blossoms lingered around the fox fur, and the little girl raised her eyes to find that there was a birdcage hanging under the corner of the eaves corridor, and there was also a canary jumping up and down in it, and it was it that woke her up.

It's like the advice and vigilance sent by Feng Mingxie on the day she was sealed.

Yue Chi shook his head appeasedly: "Lu Zhongsi's case is a mistake of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, and those villains deliberately let Cheng Zhongqi scold Huai in the Wei State Mansion, isn't it a sin to force the Duchess of Wei to death?" Yue Chi knows the ins and outs and has a grudge, Cheng Zhongqi is a bitter villain instigated by the Cheng family, if he hadn't forced Zhang Lian to death and "mistakenly killed" Lu Wanyu, how could Lu Yiyun's murder pay for his life.

Lu Yixuan's eyes were full of water, and his heart was warm.

The small footsteps running on the white snow were a little girl, and when she ran to Yue Chi's side, she whispered a few words, and the Yue Chi girl looked at Lu Yiyu with her eyebrows: "Miss Lu, you have a guest." She stepped away and guided the landing to look in the direction of her fingertips.

The man on the snow stood far away, as if he did not dare to approach with shame and self-reproach, and he looked intently at the little girl by the door through the shadows and branches of the trees in the garden, and then stepped on the snow step by step.

He stood under the front desk of Lu Yixuan's steps.

Got down on both knees.

His feet were chained, his hands were still in chains, and his face, nay, was covered with scars and skinlessness, and it could be seen that he had also suffered a lot in the Imperial Courtyard.

"Ah," he said in a low voice, his voice full of hoarse and bitterness, "big brother...... I'm sorry for you. He only said this, and his forehead "thumped" into the snow, knocking out a small pothole.

Bloody, alive, and ruined.

The white plum in Lu Yixuan's hand suddenly landed, she heard her breathing with a faint gasp, she felt that her chest was suddenly filled with bitter emotion, and her fingertips pinched her palms without even realizing the pain.

Lu Yixuan didn't know whether she loved or hated this big brother, she had no intention of investigating all kinds of reasons, but she couldn't let go of this alone, Lu Zhongsi - if you were wronged, why did you explain it so easily at the beginning, why, you can't grit your teeth and endure it again, even if it is one more day - when Lu Yixin returns to Shengjing, she will do everything possible to clear her eldest brother's guilt and rescue her from prison.

"Ah, the eldest brother is a bad life...... But you are not. The man's fingers were red from the cold, and he grabbed a handful of white snow as if to imprint the biting coldness into his bones, "You are the deputy general of the bandit army, and you will return triumphantly soon......" His tears and snot gushed out one after another, "How can I be implicated because I am alone!" ”

He is an immature loser, a cheap life is similar to a ruffian in the eyes of the powerful, it doesn't matter if he is scolded and abandoned, but the daughters of the Lu family are not, they are the blazing sun and the bright moonlight, they have a bright future, how can they be stained because of a Lu Zhonghei.

Yue Chi used to be very disdainful of this nest of men, but now he can't help but want to look at it differently, the eldest brother of the Lu family is indeed a timid and afraid loser, but in this matter, his confession has become the last stubbornness and daring.

Lu Yixuan gasped lightly, tears sliding down his cheeks.

He can't implicate Lu Yixing.

Yue Chi sighed, tilted his waist and picked up the white plum that Lu Yixuan had fallen on the ground: "Someone gave Lu Zhongji black feather grass, he only remembered Meijia and Yin Mao but did not have the ability to identify and analyze, his confession is to think that he is the greatest protection for you." The woman clenched Lu Yixuan's trembling hand.

To him, it was not an insult.

The powerlessness of the Wei Mansion became Jiang Weihang's apology in the bottom of his heart, and Lu Wanyu's death may also turn into a knot in his heart that he still can't untie after a long time.

Stepping on the ground, the small footsteps staggered through the snow, Lu Yixuan stumbled in front of Lu Zhongsi with the fox fur caged, she stretched out her hand, and her fingertips gently touched the man's lowered head.