His face was still hot and painful, and his head was still a little dizzy.

She put her hand on Yuzhu's hand, thinking that she would wait again today, and if she arrived, she would take care of her body, and if she didn't have this body, she would let it go.

She is very open-minded when she doesn't see Jiacheng, and she is like flowing water and passing like the wind.

Seeing that Zhen promised to collide with Niangniang and still be able to retreat, Jielan was angry for a while.

"Did the little master just let go of that rude little promise?"

Fuchazi was pleased to see her leaving, and wondered if she was fooled.

"Stop, this palace can let you go."

Zhen Yijin did not stop, but said: "If Niangniang doesn't go back to the palace to rest, I'm afraid that Niangniang will regret it for life, and at this time, Niangniang's lower abdomen will hurt more than the original." ”

"You...... You, your little promise, don't intimidate the mother. Jielan stuttered a little.

Fucha Zixin only felt that when she said this, the lower abdomen became more and more uncomfortable, and the pain became more and more obvious.

"Jielan, go back to the palace."

*

In the plum garden, Zhen Yijin picked up a plum and held it tightly in the palm of his hand.

Waiting where she saw him that day, time passed by a moment without stopping at her fingertips, and she was a little overstretched.

Put the red plum in her hand in the hand of the snowman she piled up, and step on the snow with the hand of the jade bead.

The fire of anticipation gradually drowned in the sea of snow.

In the vast sea of snow, day after day, cycle after cycle, the emptiness makes people collapse.

Not seen for a day......

I didn't see each other for two days......

Morning no ......

Lost in the afternoon......

Day by day......

Suddenly, Merlin, who broke through the silence, didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

She covered her hot cheeks, and Shicai didn't feel any pain at all, but it hurt heartbreakingly at this moment.

"Yuzhu, it's all fake, fake." It's like the weather at this moment, it snows for a while, the snow stops for a while, and then it starts to snow again.

Yuzhu didn't know why, and felt more and more that this little lord's temperament was different from the past.

"The little lord is not hungry and fainted. These plum blossoms are real. ”

"Really? Then you tell me where he is. It's just a flash in the pan. ”

Yuzhu frowned, who is he referring to, the emperor?

That's right, the little lord has suffered such grievances for no reason, who doesn't want to be protected by the emperor.

But he is the emperor, how can he appear when you need protection. After all, every woman in the harem is looking forward to it.

"Little master, Yuzhu knows that you are sad, let's go back, Yuzhu will cook a bowl of sweet soup for the little master."

There was no need to drink the sweet soup, and the crystal tears swirled in her eyes, and she took a breath and made a round.

Empty, deserted......

"The east wind has the west wind, and the leaves in the mountains are empty. Only plum blossoms can't be blown out, and there is still only new white and new red. Let's go back, from now on, I Zhen Yijin will never step into this plum garden. "Wipe the tears from the corners of your eyes, and if you die, die. If she lives, she will never enter this plum garden.

After the fourth master arrived at the rockery, her resolute words fell into his eardrums.

He raised his forehead, frowning slightly.

Su Peisheng said that Pucaoxuan was empty, and he wanted her to be here.

Sure enough, here she is.

"Why is it so disheartened to promise it?" He came with warmth with an umbrella, his thin lips pursed under his majesty, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked.

Zhen Yijin lost his soul the moment he turned around, and his deep eyebrows and eyes stared at him with a smile, such a gaze was too familiar.

The wind blew shallowly, and the snowflakes fell on the oil-paper umbrella with the wind, and then the wind blew down her long curly eyelashes, and floated down her face to the ground.

Seeing this, the fourth master's brows furrowed more and more tightly, as if it had become a Sichuan character.

Half of his face was paler than snow, while the other was red.

Who is so bold......

"Are you ......," she asked, staring at the familiar eyebrows.

The man of that day.

Thinking that he might be the current saint, she still couldn't help but ask.

"Why don't you know me?" The sound is deep and lazy, as low as jade, and magnetic.

"The emperor......" Yuzhu blinked her eyes, the emperor, the emperor really appeared.

After the little lord was bullied, the emperor appeared, did he want to support the little lord?