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It's really a woman who is as glamorous as a peach and plum, as bright as the autumn moon, and as angry as an orchid......

Ling Yue is clearly awake. but he did not move. Squinting and pretending to sleep. What about him?

Her quietness was as virgin as a successful obstacle, and Yan Moyu with thick lines was arrested. Mo Yu saw that she seemed to be sleeping very deeply. It was natural to think in my heart, maybe I was too tired to go to the banquet in the palace today. But just sleep like this. Or sleep in clothes. But it's going to catch a cold......

Unconsciously care is open in the bottom of my heart. He looked at it for a long time, and looked around. I found a blanket and pulled it over. For Ling Yue, he carefully covered his body. And a whole soft pillow. This was followed by a yawn. Just continue to see her sleeping peacefully. Motionless with his hands on his forehead.

To be sued under the acacia lamp. A new love. There are thousands of old hatreds. This situation is really warm. But because there seems to be nothing between the two of them, there is nothing to do with the sparks of the wind and the moon. It seems to be a cruel desolation.

And so silently for a long time. The evening breeze blows through the room. The flickering candle shadow dissolves. It's a different kind of serenity.

At that time, the atmosphere was quiet. Mo Yu was also driven to have a different taste. Xu is playing with the fluctuation of the heart, and the heart tends to be strange. He stared intently at Ling Yue with bated breath. Follow and point out. Little by little, I touched her loose Confucian dress. Pull slowly. Intended to take it off for her.

"The colt slept well last night." Meanwhile. The sudden sound of the voice startled him with a defenseless shock; There was a hint of laziness in Ling Yue's gentle tone. Squinting Danfeng's eyes, he whispered slowly.

The voice is soft. Mo Yu was still successfully made to be excited. Annoyed, he froze and stopped his movements. In mid-air, he shook his palm and retracted it. Eyes and jaws. Forced to smile: "The princess is awake." I feel that I am talking nonsense. He added in a hurry and embarrassment. Today, the queen set up a palace banquet. Is the princess tired?" He's still thinking about what happened last night. Confusion in my mind. The first reaction was to divert from her straightforward and sharp topic.

Hear this word. The moon does not move. Still facing the wall and never turning around. A pair of longing phoenix eyes were half-closed and half-open, and the tone was soft and neither cold nor hot: "No matter how tired you are. It's not a horse...... "It sounds quite funny.

Mo Yu didn't see her turn her face to look at herself for a long time. I didn't hear such a faint sentence again. I knew that this princess was angry. He is rough in line. But he's not stupid; How to make a colt. He still knows it.

Merely. If you are calm at this time. It stands to reason that she should have coaxed this princess. But now, Yan Moyu's temperament and temper have come up again. It's really a good mood to not have that hippie smile and soft attitude. It's just that the time is not appropriate, and the shape is not coincidental. In the end, he just raised his thick eyebrows and smiled bitterly: "Tired. I still have nothing to be tired of. Is there anything else I can do now? I'm afraid that even if I want to be tired. There's nowhere to go." I vented my emotions like a spring. As soon as the words came out, they couldn't be held back uncontrollably." Now the only thing I have to do now is Sixth Young Master Yan. That's to accompany you, princess." When the second half of the sentence is spoken, the tone does not soften. Even the soft snort faintly heard a three-point choked throat.

Ling Yue frowned. There was a bit of self-contempt in the horse's words. But this nostalgia. He didn't seem to feel anything about himself. I don't have time to feel it.

Scattered stars in the clouds. Don't go with the clouds. Things in the world are like wading through water. I can't help myself at all.

Ling Yue secretly let go of a tense breath at this moment. I know that I am deliberately indifferent. finally forced him to vent the true state of his heart without any worries. She opened her eyes slowly. Finely sighed. Suddenly turned to look at him: "Actually, I want it. It's just a word from the colt." Placid. The friendship is all hidden in the eyes." What can't be said between husband and wife? Isn't it?"

She originally had a breath in her heart. But she still has sanity. She's not an arrogant princess. There is no father who pampers her so much that she can be arrogant. She knows better than anyone else. This Yan Horse is a person who really wants to hold hands with him for a lifetime. If you don't want to pull back his estrangement from himself and his heart little by little. Then I will have a very hard time in the future. Therefore, she had to suppress this anger. made a gentle gesture to comfort Yan Moyu. And constantly convince yourself to understand him, as much as possible not to care about and tolerate him.

Wonderful eyes flow unconsciously. At this time, I suddenly noticed that he had a layer of fine sweat hanging on his forehead for some time. My heart moved. Ling Yue's coquettish lips outlined a rippling smile. Got up with a blanket. With his bare hand, he grabbed a piece of champa at the head of the bed. Look at him for a moment. Carefully wipe the sweat off his forehead a little bit.

Men mostly eat soft rather than hard. There is no man who can simply refuse the gentle and fragrant soothing of an elegant woman.

A natural mood swept through the bottom of my heart. Mo Yuyi grabbed Ling Yue's hand. A cool touch followed and scratched his heart. He was calm. He put these soft jade hands on his left chest. This subconscious demeanor. Many years later. When his temples are white. When a person alone hangs down when he remembers. I can't judge myself when I was young and crazy. Whether it has condensed a bit of true affection.

This moment. Those boring feelings are extinguished by this texture. Mo Yu is no longer as irritable as before. I don't know if I'm not right: "Princess." Xu Sheng." I'm a person. And this heart. It's going to be you alone in the morning, princess. What else do you want to know?"

"......" This kind of behavior actually forced Ling Yue's words back to her heart. She intended to use this to push the scene here. Picked up and tore the thin veil between the husband and wife.

But look at Mo Yu's mood. A few words had to be choked in the throat. Half a day entanglement. It's very depressing. After a long time, the eyebrows were lowered and a nack was made. I had to turn the corner again. So unwilling: "Today's Queen's Palace Banquet. My mother and a few sisters asked me why I didn't go with me...... I'll just say it's my fault. I forgot to tell you about the feast. so that you overslept and didn't have time to wake up." The tone is normal. Not a single ripple. There is also gloom in her heart. But she didn't show it. Just wait and see how he will react.

Mo Yu was slightly stunned. I thought I was just an ordinary colt. There are so many princesses and princesses at the family banquet. Even if you don't go, you will be asked a word or two by Shangguan Zhaoyi at most. I don't want to have those idle people looking for something to talk about. But he wronged the princess: "Thank you princess. ...... for me It's all face." There is still gratitude in my heart. But it's the same as Ling Yue. He didn't show much of it. Yan Moyu: He has never been a person who likes to show his emotions. Especially. At this point.

Seeing that his attitude has always softened. Ling Yue's heartstrings are soothed. Pursed lips and smiled. I wonder if this conversation may continue. She looked him in the eye, "I know you're not happy." The sound is delicate and slightly exposed. Fu Si bit his lip. Although there are some things you don't want to say. But Princess Ben wants you to understand...... "Suddenly." An ambitious and fleshy man. is worthy of being the colt of my fifth princess Leng Lingyue."

There was a sonorous encouragement in her voice. Prioritize appropriately. Yu Duan raised his long eyelashes: "Do you understand?" Smiling and silent, tacit.

She's motivating Mo Yu in a very self-righteous way. Trying to resolve the grievances that he had in his heart.

But she said this. In Mo Yu's view. It's a mistake.

Mo Yu's current mood is not at one end. Tossing and turning. In the end, it became a bitter smile.

Aspiring. There is flesh. Scold...... Now these words have nothing to do with themselves. It became a matter of the first-class glorious lintel of the horse. But in the eyes of a person who can't eat grapes. He Yan Moyu is just a villain who has no ability and no way, greedy for wealth and comfort and eats soft rice.

"Princess." An inexplicable anger is stuffy and accumulates in my heart. Mo Yu curled the corners of his lips and let out a long breath. You read me wrong. I'm just a middle-of-the-road person who doesn't have the heart to go up and the will to fight. Clearly rotten wood is difficult to carve. I'm nowhere near as good as you say." The tone is bland. It's so bland that it's scattered and lonely.

God knows if there is a choice. He would not have chosen such a path to become a colt at all. Empty carrying a glorious name. Nothing in essence. A person has a life of affection. His sad son is destined to be wasted on such a name.

But this life can really be chosen by oneself? Never. Have you ever made a serious choice since you grew up so much? Nope. Never. Scold......

But he can only keep this call in his heart. I can't go to the princess. Needless to say. In this world of deep regrets, karmic obstacles, and bitterness and poison. She is also a victim of a struggle from which she cannot be relieved.

"The princess is tired." I don't know how long it took. Mo Yu calmed down the indignation and helplessness that had been accumulated. The opening of the mouth is already a soothing tone. But it's really uncomfortable to listen to." Let's rest." One more sentence. None of the modalities.

Ling Yue fell into a kind of melancholy that was like a tide of wandering. It was so sensational that she could barely breathe. What else did she want to say. But Mo Yu has already said this. His temper must have come up. What can I say anything more? Will he listen? Can she really find a way to dispel this layer of depression in his heart? This conversation. There's no way to go on.

In this gloomy. Ling Yue's eyes nodded. Lying down again without committality. Not a word again.

The night breeze is blowing, and the candles are dappled. I don't know how long it took. Mo Yu sat down on the embroidered pier attached to the screen.

The atmosphere is silent. Nothing to say all night.