"Click!"

Thunder pierced the sky, and the early winter showers broke the peace of the entire imperial city with a coolness that seeped into the bone marrow.

The bean-sized rain fell intensively, soaking the sound in the imperial study into a suffocating dullness.

What happened and what did he hear......

Walking on the secluded road of the palace in a hurry, the buzzing in his mind made Feng Zhaoyuan unable to distinguish between east and west, north and south for a while.

"Childe."

Yin Chang happily served the palace maid, and found the lost and depressed Feng Zhaoyuan from afar, and hurriedly ran over with an umbrella.

"Childe, what's going on?!"

The moment the oil-paper umbrella was raised, Feng Zhaoyuan's red gaze choked the voice behind her who wanted to ask.

Tears mixed with rain rolled down, Feng Zhaoyuan raised his hand violently and grabbed her arm, the smile on his face twisted and crazy, "Choose one of the two, why can't you choose her!" ”

"Changle, I regret it, I want to choose her ......"

Suppressed cries, he hung his head helplessly, remorse bending his back.

Yin Changle opened his mouth, and what he wanted to say was pressed down by death because of his sadness.

She closed her eyes for a while, and finally squeezed the voice out of her throat. The ruthless tone was not angry, "But she doesn't love you." ”

All the self-inflicted affection is no match for that person's unintentionality.

The gradually lit candle flame lit up the middle palace, and the fainting An Yang was carried back to the dormitory, and a small face was only pale in color.

The facial features gathered together because of the pain made Chang Ruosheng frown slightly.

Originally, he wanted to warn Feng Zhaoyuan that An Yang had no way to leave him, but why did he feel that he had done something wrong.

His eyes flashed, and Chang Ruosheng's ten fingers were tightly clasped together. But people are cheap creatures, and the pain to the bones will make people learn to behave.

It was cruel, but he did nothing wrong.

The struggle in the brain was easily settled.

Turning sideways to watch the imperial doctor busy in and out, the frying heart did not calm down.

[System: Woo woo woo, he's a beast.] I realized that these stinky men will play on the spot. 】

The system howled and cried with a handful of snot, sniffed, and noticed that An Yang was resting in the space without saying a word.

[System: yes, you reminded me last time.] Is it meant by this? 】

An Yang opened his eyes lazily and smiled softly, [Of course. 】

The appearance of the cloud and the light wind made the system suffer from myocardial infarction instantly.

[System: You're so smart, since you know something bad will happen, why don't you save yourself.] 】

[Anyang: I sacrificed my hue in exchange, and I don't suffer a loss. 】

She raised her hand and made a move, firmly grasped the system into the palm of her hand, and rubbed it soothingly, [Don't worry, you will cry and shout later, let me stop abusing Chang Ruosheng. I want him to empathize with everything that happens. 】

The system instantly thought of Ning Haoran's original fate, tsk, this is also, there is a kung fu of crying and chirping, it still prays for Chang Ruosheng to ask for more blessings.

………………

The early winter showers rained for four days in a row, and the entire imperial city was shrouded in gloomy boredom.

As soon as Yin Changle entered the bedroom of the Middle Palace, he saw Yuan Chengcheng leaning on the bed.

The green silk is scattered, the plain face is facing the sky, and the delicate face exudes a sickly paleness. The eyes that looked gentle and quiet were only haggard and tired, and they were no longer half bright.

"Have you thought of the third thing?"