Chapter 95

Yin Yufu's mood didn't look very good, her brows were locked with a lot of sorrow, and she was a little absent-minded, still worrying about those things.

Mu Yan didn't know how to comfort Yin Yufu, was silent for a while, and said, "Don't think about it, maybe the colt has other unspeakable or bitter feelings." ”

"Yes, I hope so." Yin Yufu nodded, the smile on her face looked a little reluctant, and nodded.

After chatting, the time also slipped away, the sky outside gradually darkened a little, and it was also time for dinner, Mu Yan saw that Yin Yufu was not in a very good mood, so he asked the palace people to bring the dinner in advance.

"Whether it's appetizing or not, eat as much as you like." Mu Yan pointed to the steaming dishes on the table and said to Yin Yufu.

"Yes, I'm fine." Yin Yufu's mind was always unconsciously in a trance a few times, pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled, picked up the dishes and chopsticks in front of her, and ate a little casually.

There was only the sound of clattering dishes and chopsticks on the table, and a few chewing sounds, and the two of them were quietly looking at the steaming thing in front of them, no longer talking about anything.

"I'll go back first, and I'll come back later." Yin Yufu took the clean handkerchief in the maid's hand, wiped it lightly a few times, got up and said.

After eating for a while, the two of them touched a little, then put down the chopsticks and stopped eating, and the maid who was waiting on the side cleaned up the scraps on the table.

Before Yin Yufu returned to Zhaoyang Palace, she passed by where Rouge was, her eyes stayed on Rouge's body for a few seconds, her neck was slightly raised, and she left with the maids behind her.

Rouge's footsteps unconsciously took a few steps back, lowered his head, looked at his shoes that were half blocked by the hem of his skirt, and held his breath until Yin Yufu's footsteps gradually became farther away, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

After Yin Yufu left, Mu Yan stood at the door, looking at the sky that was already a little dark, the time was not early, and Yin Chenglu should arrive later.

Mu Yan walked back to the room, cleaned up his somewhat loose bun in front of the mirror, and didn't notice Rouge, who had been standing at the door, and didn't see the change in the expression on Rouge's face.

The wooden door creaked slightly, Yin Chenglu came in alone, did not let the palace people at the door make a sound, and the rouge who was standing on the inside of the door, saw Yin Chenglu come in, and shuddered, and just wanted to salute, but was rejected by Yin Chenglu's gesture.

Rouge understood, lowered his head slightly, tried to put his steps slowly, and before going out, he glanced at the situation inside with complicated eyes, and gently closed the door.

"It's still nice to have a hair accessory like this."

Mu Yan was originally combing his slightly knotted hair with a wooden comb, but a deep voice suddenly came from behind him, and he was startled, and the wooden comb in his hand almost slipped to the ground.

Only then did he see that the figure reflected in the bronze mirror had an additional figure of Yin Chenglu, and he turned his head with a little complaint, a few strands of hair had not been combed up, and they were wrapped around his neck.

"Don't move." Yin Chenglu's warm breath hit Mu Yan's neck, a little itchy, but when he heard Yin Chenglu's words, he sat there stiffly, not daring to move.

A few strands of hair attached to his neck were carefully placed on the side of his shoulders by Yin Chenglu, looking at Mu Yan's expression, he couldn't help but laugh softly.

The candlelight in the house flickered, projected through a thin layer of paper windows, and the whispered voices in the house came out from time to time, making the dark courtyard outside the door even more lonely.

Under the corridor, Rouge leaned alone on the edge of a vermilion pillar, a few traces of cold chill passed along the clinging spine, the temperature on his body was dispelled a little, and his stomach was also a little faintly painful, Rouge covered the position of his stomach with his hand, and looked at the direction of the courtyard in a daze.

The wind at night was a little stronger, and the leaves in the courtyard were rattling, and there seemed to be only the rustling of leaves in my ears, and the few remaining lanterns above my head were faintly illuminated.

The people in the house also went to bed, quietly without any noise, and Rouge kept leaning against the pillar, letting the cool cold wind blow the skirt on his body.

The moonlight was hazy, and the beautiful moonlight hit her face, a little lingering, and the rouge's face was half lightened by the moonlight, and half hidden in the darkness.

The wind was a little stronger, and Rouge couldn't help but hug his arm, the moonlight was slightly cool, hitting the ground, and a piece of moonlight flowed, wrapping around the courtyard that had fallen into a deep sleep.

A few very subtle insect chirps cut through the silence, and then it regained its calm, quietly blending into the thick night.

The moon was half covered by pitch black, only half of the curved corners were exposed, and there was not much sound in the palace, only a few palace guards remained, and the sound of fatigue from time to time was exhausted.

Rouge's fingers were cold, and even the temperature on his body was absorbed by such a night, and his whole body was cold, and the pillar behind him was also revealing a trace of coldness.

It was cool late at night, and the wind poured into the neckline, causing the corners of the lips to twitch. There was a faint pain in his lower abdomen, and Rouge closed his eyes and recalled the scene of that night......

It was also a dark night, and everything outside fell silent, with the occasional faint murmur being swallowed up by the darkness.

It seemed to be raining outside, and the light rain slanted down on the paper window, making a crisp hitting sound, and the trees outside were blown back and forth, and a few branches could not bear it, and snapped on the ground with a click, allowing the rain to beat on the body.

Rouge was in a daze and heard the sound of rain outside, as if the wind was strong, and the things outside kept making loud noises, drowning out other sounds.

I don't know what time it is, Rouge's consciousness has not completely recovered, and there are sounds of wind and rain in my ears, and I vaguely know that it is raining outside, and my head is a little dizzy.

The sound of the paper window being knocked on for a few points, as if it was beating some kind of rhythm, crackling, I don't know if there is a window that has not been completely closed, Rouge can always hear the squeak of the window blowing back and forth.

Rouge woke up faintly, his eyelids were a little heavy, he opened his eyes vaguely, and looked at the person who seemed to be standing in front of the bed, Rouge suddenly became vigilant, and his sleepiness was expelled a lot.

Fortunately, the bright moonlight penetrated through the window, shining on the face of the person who came, Rouge looked carefully, and saw the person's appearance, the familiar eyebrows, and the familiar figure, Rouge's heart was inexplicably tight.

"Brother Meng?" Some couldn't believe their eyes, not knowing whether it was in a dream or something real, Rouge rubbed his eyes uncertainly, and exclaimed tentatively.

The man in front of the bed didn't respond, his lips pursed tightly, and he just kept staring at the appearance of Rouge on the bed, as if he wanted to engrave the appearance of Rouge in his heart.

"Brother Meng?" Rouge's eyes have also been staring at the person in front of his bed, for fear that it is just his own hallucination, and if he is not careful, he will disappear, and his voice is also a little smaller, afraid that his voice will scatter the figure in front of him.

The person in front of the bed stretched out his hand, and the cold chill spread along his fingertips to Rouge's face, gently down Rouge's eyebrows and eyes, as if he wanted to outline Rouge's appearance, and engraved it in his heart little by little.

Rouge's mouth opened slightly, and he forgot to speak for a while, just stunned and let the hands touch back and forth on his cheeks, and his face was also stained with those coldness.

The hands brought the temperature that belonged to rouge, and lifted the hair on rouge's forehead to one side, leaning forward slightly, and the slightly cool lips fell on rouge's forehead, slightly wet, like a very fine feather, and there was some itching on the forehead.

Rouge held his breath and didn't dare to move, for fear that it would be just a dream, and the kung fu of turning over would disappear, his hand tightly grasped the corner of the quilt, closed his eyes, and felt such warmth.

One side of the bed was slightly concave downward, Mu Yan felt that there was one more person beside him, and the quilt was also pressed down a little, everything was so real.

The temperature in the room is a little low, but Rouge's body and face are inexplicably hot, and the nervous breathing is so uneven, whether it is in a dream or not, at least I have such a chance to stay with Brother Meng, even if it is a dream, it is very satisfying.

The people around him got a little closer, as if there was still a little chill from the outside world, Rouge couldn't help but shiver a few times, as if he was frozen, and he didn't know how to respond.

"Brother Meng~" Rouge called softly like a dream, and there was a little tremor in his tone, afraid that this was just a nothingness that he couldn't grasp, and he would disappear as soon as he let go.

"Yes." I don't know if it's rouge's hallucination, as if I vaguely heard Meng Yanxiu's response, a little low, a little unreal, and it was diffused in the air for a while.

"It's good, it's good to have you." A pair of slightly cool hands covered the rouge eyes, the familiar smell on the body, there is an inexplicable feeling of reassurance, as if it can make people rely on it wholeheartedly, and there is no need to worry about other problems.

"It's good you're here." Rouge seemed to be a little choked, feeling the gentle touch of Meng Yanxiu, as if he hadn't seen each other for a long time, as if he hadn't been wrapped in such a familiar smell for a long time, and a few tears couldn't help but shed a few tears from the corners of his eyes.

The people around him kissed the tears on Rouge's face, a little bit of extreme gentleness, as if they were treating fragile treasures and protecting them with all their hearts.

If it weren't for the reaction in her abdomen now, Rouge would have only thought that what happened that night was just a spring dream for her alone.

Rouge was a little dazed, as if the previous thing had just happened, in a trance in front of his eyes, but now he thinks about it...... Not really!