In the southwest of the imperial city, there is a majestic mansion. Most of the famous families of the dynasty gather here, so even in the daytime, there is no noisy and lively hawkers.

Even if he was mentally prepared, when he saw that the Shangshu Mansion, which was prosperous in the past, had been transformed, An Yang couldn't help but have tears in his eyes.

"Father, mother, it's the daughter who is not filial," she knelt down on the stone road in front of the mansion and slammed her forehead on the ground.

Tears dripped down his face, wetting the masonry beneath.

With a low sob, the system called for wind and rain according to the original plan.

A sudden rainstorm shrouded the imperial city in a state of desolation.

On the empty streets, she curled up and choked up, as if heaven and earth had left her.

"Don't cry anymore......"

The light cyan robe squatted down, soaked in the mud.

But Feng Zhaoyuan didn't care at all, he only knew that his heart, with the crying of the people around him, there were bursts of throbbing pain.

The oil-paper umbrella in her hand tilted in the direction, opening up a world for her alone.

Under the sound of the rain, Anyang did not move, and Feng Zhaoyuan was also like a guard, guarding her side.

[System: It's my brain watts, or the actor got the wrong script!] This is in public, and he doesn't know how to avoid it. 】

[Anyang: Yin Changle arranged for me to leave the palace today, and of course he will appear. 】

[System: That's right, but why doesn't he look at you quite right?] 】

With a suspicious gaze, the system carefully swept Feng Zhaoyuan from top to bottom, [What's going on with such a restrained gaze?!] I got goosebumps when I saw it. 】

[Anyang: You don't understand, this is the inferior root of human beings. It's not terrible to make encounters, it's scary to be like-minded like pouring wine. I thought about it in my heart day and night, and finally it was so strong that it was out of control. 】

The system listened to the two eerie laughs at the end of her words, and couldn't help but shiver in fright.

"The autumn rain is the coldest, don't catch a cold."

The warm hand moved back and forth hesitantly, and finally grabbed An Yang's wrist with determination, "You have been weak since you were a child, and if you continue to cry, Ling Zun will be sad and sad if you have a spirit in the sky." ”

Pulling An Yang up, the distance between the two made Feng Zhaoyuan clearly feel that his originally throbbing heart began to beat like a drum, and even his face burned with a cloud.

The silence of the streets, the dim sky obscured the shyness on his face.

Feng Zhaoyuan took her wrist and walked into the smoke and rain step by step.

As soon as he got the news of Anyang's return to the palace, Chang Ruosheng suppressed his anger and broke into the middle palace.

The ginger soup that had just reached his mouth was suddenly knocked to the ground.

In the panicked screams of the palace people, An Yang's back was pressed against the wooden bed, and her tears almost rolled down in pain.

raised his head with a little anger, and entered the condescending Chang Ruosheng, who was looking at her with a cold gaze on his face full of gloom, as if he wanted to split her into his belly.

"What do you do?" An Yang swallowed dry foam and wanted to dodge the clamps, but Chang Ruosheng's hand pressed her shoulder vigorously, making her unable to move.

"What do I do?! I should ask you that! Chang Ruosheng's voice was cold, and the unique sense of oppression of the superior eroded the surroundings of Anyang every minute, "It seems that I secretly went out of the palace last time, and I didn't teach you enough lessons." ”

"I—I didn't mean to," Anyang tilted his head slightly, tears rolling in his eyes, "I'm just, I just want to go out and have a look......"