Xuanyuan Po was stunned for a while, and said in his heart: "I can't live because I have done my own evil, I laugh at her too many times on weekdays, but I am afraid that one day if I really show my heart, she will be teased by her seriously, and it will end in 'inextricable threads'." ”

Seeing that Xiyan had run away, he hurriedly caught up.

After returning to the inn, Xi Yan was afraid that he would be teased by Xuanyuan Po again, so he immediately went back to the room. Xuanyuan Po did not come out of his grief, nor was he in the mood to dwell on the matter anymore, so he also went back to his room to rest.

……

The capital, the palace of the seven kings.

The autumn weather on the border of Luozhou is high and cool, but Yecheng has been raining heavily for two days. The water level of the funeral flowers is high, and the flower boats have stopped. The factories around the Yenan River have also stopped, and it is said that several women with Huansha have drowned, which is really lamentable.

In the palace, a man in green was wearing a cloak and rolled up his sleeves to drain a few peach blossoms, and his body was covered with mud. The roots of the peach blossom tree in the flower bed had been flooded, and his handsome face showed a burning color.

These peach blossoms are the strange varieties he transported from Pakistan half a month ago, and the flowers are not as pink as ordinary peach blossoms, but as red as fire, like someone. It's just that this peach blossom has just been transplanted, and it will have to be taken care of by a good student, and it can't be careless. The sky is not beautiful, and it rains heavily, but I am afraid that if I continue like this, I will be drowned.

This person is not a stranger, it is the night without white.

He crouched down and scooped up a ladle of water and poured out the flower bed...... After working for a long time, his legs were a little sore, and he accidentally broke a peach tree when he didn't stand firm.

Click!

He picked up the broken branch in distress and held it in the palm of his hand, with tears in his eyes. Silently recited: "Straight lovesickness is useless, and it is madness to be melancholy." ”

After reading it, his deep eyes stared at the continuous rain around him under the hat.

Is God also crying because he has never been able to get what he wants most, or is he destined not to get it?

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and although he was wearing a robe, his clothes were already soaked.

Meng Qiao came over with an umbrella for the fourth time to dissuade him and said, "Night Palace Master, go over and hide from the rain, if you get the cold, your subordinates can't explain to the prince." ”

The hand holding the broken branch trembled slightly, he looked at Meng Xiao and shook his head with a wry smile: "It's okay, he is afraid that he will have no time to blame you in the future." You go back, you don't have to come again. ”

"This ......" Meng Yu didn't understand Ye Wubai's words at all, and said in his heart: "The Lord of the Night Palace is really a friend of the prince, and both of them like to say something deep and incomprehensible. ”

"Go ahead." Ye Wubai buried the broken branches in the soil, simply made a flower mound, continued to drain the water, and no longer talked to Meng Qi.

Meng Qiao stood alone for a while, and had nothing to do, so he had to retreat silently. Before leaving, he couldn't help muttering: "I really don't understand why the night palace lord loves to plant flowers in the palace so much, and the prince doesn't like flowers very much, so it's better to plant mint......"

Ye Wubai's hearing could be on a par with Xuanyuan Po, so he naturally put his words in his ears without omission, and his heart became more and more bitter. The movements of the hands were more neat, and scoops of rain poured out one by one......

……

Inn.

It's already three poles of the sun, and Xiyan hasn't gotten up yet, as long as he walks with Xuanyuan Po, it seems to be thrilling, and then tired. She rolled over and wanted to continue sleeping, but Xuanyuan Po's helpless expression last night appeared in front of her, and she suddenly fell asleep.

Xi Yan had a feeling in his heart that Xuanyuan Po last night was the real him, and what he often saw was just his disguise. Somehow, a slight ache crossed her heart somewhere.