Jiang Yandai said that she was about to withdraw her hand, in case something happened to Su Zi'an now that caused the system to collapse, then her little life would be fine.

"I'll go back as soon as I go."

Yu Jixi didn't raise her eyes, but turned over her sleeves and looked at the rest of her shallow wrists, something cracked in her eyes, and the chill was deep.

His tone was cold, like a frost: "I said, don't go!"

"I'll be back soon!"

"You won't."

Yu Jixi dragged her hand and didn't move, and between the two of them, a frost flower fell in front of them, and it was snowing.

He looked at her condescendingly, and the moment the frost flower was reflected in his eyes, it was bright red like fire, and it was very trance.

It's like the night of the first snow in my previous life.

She wore the wind and moon in the wind and frost, and hijacked his carriage like that, and forced him to go with her to the City God Temple, so as to force the city gate to open wide.

At that time, he was full of joy to be able to intersect with her, but he was only reduced to someone else's wedding dress.

But he will never forget that night he watched her fight her horse and gallop, and he had to block the sword with his body to save Su Zi'an under the killer.

He guarded outside the City God Temple for her, and when he heard it, he was covered in cold blood and bones.

After that night, he turned white and asked her if she would go back to Chang'an.

She also said that she would be back soon.

But the result?

She stayed by Su Zi'an's side and helped Su Zi'an win the world.

On the day of the Soviet army, the mourning was all over the field, the corpses were full of bones, and all he could see was dazzling red.

So, why did she lie to him? Why?

Bitter hatred gushes out from the bottom of the heart, spreads to the heart and lungs, and entangles the bone marrow.

The sharp pain was like a bone appendage, eating away at his heart inch by inch, gnawing at the holes and sores of his incomplete heart.

His knuckles became more and more forceful, and Jiang Yandai's wrist hurt.

She wanted to pull out her hand but was afraid of hurting Yu Jixi, so she had to endure the pain and said softly: "You are good, I will really come back soon."

Yu Jixi's hand clenched tighter and tighter, and he stepped closer: "Why do you want to go to him?"

"What?"

He? Yu Jixi shouldn't know Su Zi'an at this time, right?

Yu Jixi's fingertips tightened harder and harder, and said indifferently: "I don't allow it."

Seeing that the whole street was in chaos, people pushed each other and fled.

"Why wouldn't you?"

Jiang Yandai couldn't help but get anxious, and tried hard to shake Yu Jixi's hand away.

But Yu Xi was extremely tight, and she didn't shake it off like this.

"Yu Jixi!"

Yu Jixi's eyes were scarlet, he grabbed her wrist and forced her to front her, cold: "What?"

A trace of surprise flashed in Jiang Yandai's heart, and her momentum suddenly darkened by half: "You let go!"

"Don't let it go!"

"Public ......"

Ah Cheng had never seen his son-in-law angry, and his heart was beating wildly for a while, and he wanted to make a round, but as soon as he took two steps forward, he was frightened back by Yu Jixi's anger.

Jiang Yandai tried hard to break his hand with her other hand, but she couldn't break it.

"If you don't let go, I'll ......"

Yu Jixier smiled, "What, kill me?" ”

Jiang Yandai was momentarily stunned and speechless: "I ......"

The crowd was bustling and pushing each other to escape, and a hawker who was carrying a flat shoulder hurriedly rushed towards Jiang Yandai.

"You come with me."

With a little force in her hand, Yu Jixi dragged Jiang Yandai over, and before she could react, Yu Jixi had already bent down and directly picked her up.

She didn't even have time to struggle, just watched Yu Jixi carry her into the carriage.

"Let's go."

She sat on Yu Jixi's lap in a very ambiguous posture, surrounded by him.

The system prompt unexpectedly didn't turn on the broadcast.,Does this mean that this matter has nothing to do with her?

Ah Cheng didn't dare to speak, so he got into the carriage with the food box in his arms, staying with the coachman, and his whole back was a little stiff.

The carriage drove slowly through the restless crowd.

Jiang Yandai's whole person was trapped in Yu Jixi's arms, and she couldn't move for half a minute.

She stared at Yu Jixi's side face, and the cold hairs on her body stood on end unconsciously.

A person's personality does not change overnight, unless he is the way he is.

That bad thought gradually surfaced in Jiang Yandai's heart.

Su Zi'an said that the person behind the scenes is most likely Yu Cheng.

But how can a frail and sickly son who is raised in the house not panic in the event of sudden turmoil?

As the carriage jolted, strands of her hair fell to her ears.

Yu Jixi raised her hand, and her cold fingertips gently ran through her hair, stroking her behind her ears.

The cold touch inexplicably caused a chill down Jiang Yandai's spine, and the moment she raised her eyes, she seemed to see a look of almost madness in Yu Jixi's eyes.

The carriage drove slowly, and through the gap between the unclosed windows, you could faintly see the snow blowing outside, and the crowd gradually thinning.

Jiang Yandai opened her lips, and her heart was like a blunt knife cutting flesh, with a dull pain.

The young man named Yu Jixi in her mind is a son with enthusiasm and a clear breeze and moon, and he will not be a villain who plays conspiracy and power tricks to stir up the storm.

"Ah-hee."

A crack appeared in Yu Jixi's eyes that were like a frozen lake.

His throat rolled, and the anger around him dissipated little by little.

The speed of the carriage became slower and slower, and he slowly let go of the hand that imprisoned her, and resumed the description of the jade prince who was in the breezy and moonlight.

His throat rolled dryly, and he pulled out a smile: "Are you hungry?" What would you like to eat? ”

Jiang Yandai shook her head stiffly.

He lifted the curtain and stretched out his hand to support Jiang Yandai.

Seeing that Jiang Yandai didn't react, he took the initiative to shake Jiang Yandai's hand and led her off the carriage.

The hem of his clothes brought a breeze, and the falling snow hit the hem of his clothes, clearly revealing a coldness.

Jiang Yandai looked around, only to see the mountain trail accompanied by the mountains and green winding up.

Ah Cheng hurriedly picked up the food box, took the umbrella and hurriedly followed.

Yu Jixi took the oil umbrella in Ah Cheng's hand, brushed away the fine snow and stretched out the plain oil paper umbrella, held her hand and walked up the stairs.

This mountain is a little high, vaguely with a hazy cold, like a light veil as thin as a cicada's wings, pulled by the wind, floating and floating.

Green mountains, oil umbrellas, fine snow, but there is no lack of interest.

Of course, Ah Cheng didn't have any idle posture, because he had to carry an umbrella and take things, he was extremely busy, and he almost knocked over the food box.

But whether it is the beautiful scenery or Ah Cheng's embarrassment, Jiang Yandai is not in the mood to enjoy and joke now.

She could feel Yu Jixi's cold hand trembling slightly: "This piece of Nanshan, few people come, I think you will like it, so I bought it a few days ago and renovated the small pavilion in the forest."

She didn't know what it was like in her heart, so she took a breath and followed Yu Jixi's gaze.