"Daughter...... I don't dare to have any other thoughts. ”

There was a layer of black pressure fog between his eyes, Shen Zhihe pressed down his eyelashes and pulled them away, and his soft voice was said slowly.

There was a strong autumn wind in the courtyard outside, and there was a sudden trembling, and even the branches were afraid of the cold, and they trembled, trying to protect their remaining leaves.

Shen Xiang stared at her silently for a while, and the fingertips placed on both sides of the Taishi chair moved slightly:

"Do you still have feelings for Meng Jinghuai?"

Shen Zhihe's heart was terrifying, and all the familiar memories poured out, but she had already been trained to have no desires in front of Shen Xiang, the beads between Shen Zhihe's temples did not shake, and her tone was as gentle as ever:

"Not really."

Her hands under her sleeves were folded in front of her abdomen, and her fingertips were intertwined with white, and what was hidden was a piece of affection that could not be seduced from the heart.

Shen Xiang only felt the carved brand of the raised mahogany chair under the big palm, and he glanced at it quietly:

"It better be."

Shen Zhihe was silent.

Looking at the study of the Shen Mansion, it is also the ultimate Duansu, she has the deepest impression of the double-door cabinet in the study, there are mountains and rivers and boats carved on the eaves of the cabinet, carrying the most painful lessons and memories of Shen Zhihe when he was young.

She had immature eyes, and witnessed Shen Xiang open the door of the cabinet, take out the brocade box from it, put it in front of her, and then subvert the heavens and the earth.

In that brocade box, there were only seven short characters.

It was the sky-covering net woven by Emperor Wei and Shen Xiang, waiting for Shen Zhihe to lure Meng Jinghuai into the game.

It's just that they only thought that the seemingly sloppy meeting was just a very brief moment in countless hours, but they couldn't calculate that the beat of the heartbeat that missed when they first met, called-

A glimpse of it.

"You," Shen Xiang said suddenly, recalling Shen Zhihe's mind, his eyes were gloomy, and it was rare to doubt half a beat, but it was so fast that people couldn't catch it, "Have you ever complained?" ”

Shen Zhihe finally raised his eyes.

She had never dared to look directly at Shen Xiang in front of him, but Shen Xiang's abrupt words made Shen Zhihe's heart ripple.

"What does father mean?" Shen Zhihe's tone was extremely low, and Quan Zuo soothed the depression in his heart, and soon lowered his eyes, "My daughter doesn't dare." ”

Shen Xiangding looked at her: "Have you ever complained that I used you as a pawn?" ”

"Parents who receive their bodies and receive everything, everything their daughters have been given by their fathers, so why not complain?"

Shen Zhihe's eyelashes fanned lightly, sweeping away the bright irony.

On that night two years ago, Shen Zhihe knew that his existence was just a chess piece in the net that Shen Xiang had already stepped into.

Even the word "Zhihe" is a good existence.

The soft wind passed along the window and blew the sideburns, Shen Zhihe liked the infinite scenery of spring when he was a child, which was the most beautiful scene in the small town in the south of the Yangtze River, but she was born in the cold winter.

The silence is as dry as yesterday, and spring can't stay.

Shen looked at her for a long time, and finally opened his mouth and settled steadily:

"Go down and see your mother-in-law."

Shen Zhihe responded, made a proper salute, brought her unique cold into her sleeves, and was about to retreat with a light cold wind, but Shen Xiang's voice came from behind him:

"Your biological mother, Wei, is a good one."

Shen Zhihe didn't look back, the moment she raised it, she caught a glimpse of Shen Xiang's sideburns.

He's also old.

But what breeds and raises him is endless greed and the sin of rebellion against the emperor, and who in the world doesn't know it.

Shen Zhihe bowed slightly and closed the two doors made of ancient wood.

Hiding the natural softness of Jiangnan's daughter, Shen Zhihe quietly turned around and left.

When fourteen-year-old Shen Zhihe knelt in front of the golden Buddha in Lanruo Temple for the first time, he begged for the marriage of his daughter's family:

The man he likes, he will definitely scatter the frost and snow in the early spring, sprinkle thousands of fragrant flowers, so that he can find the fragrance in the soft spring and give the world a willow-like softness.

But the reality is a gap across the two dynasties, and his own existence itself is a mistake, and the encounter between the two is also a mistake.

But the wrong word is to look at the heart.

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