The mountain wind whistled from the plains on the other side of the earth, against the sun, and carried the wind and rain that could not be seen in March, and blew into the palace.

Outside the door, the familiar face, the gentle smile on the corner of the lips, everything was the same, and it seemed so long and unfamiliar.

This is not the corner of Xiao Lian's mouth that is a little sneering and always laughing.

It's obviously the same face, it's obviously the same body, but it's so easy to distinguish.

These eyes, which were still flying and surging with hot undercurrents yesterday, are now as calm as a deep pool. The seemingly gentle smile rippling at the corners of his mouth has no temperature at all.

Such eyes, such a smile. How could He Jingying not be familiar with it, she had watched it for eight years.

She thought she would cry, that she would have the joy of regaining. But the truth is that she felt as if someone was stuck in her neck, and she couldn't spit out half a word.

What about Xiao Lian? Why didn't you say hello and leave?

She remembered the kiss she had yesterday, was that a farewell?

Her face was slightly hot, and there was a loss in her eyes that could not be hidden.

All these subtle emotions were seen in Xiao Zhaoye's eyes. The gentle smile that had left his lips grew cold.

Xiao Zhaoye smiled coldly, as if he didn't notice He Jingying's abnormality, and asked rhetorically, "What?" Didn't he tell you? ”

A trace of grievance came to her heart, and He Jingying shook her head: "No, he doesn't have to tell me everything." ”

Xiao Zhaoye seemed to be relieved and patted He Jingying's shoulder: "Next month is the ceremony of canonizing the emperor's grandson, you should prepare well." Lately, don't go out. ”

He Jingying took a breath and said meekly: "Okay, it's good for you to come back." ”

Xiao Zhaoye seemed to be very satisfied with this answer, so he pecked He Jingying's lips affectionately and went out.

He Jingying sat barefoot on the steps in front of Yiyue Pavilion, the floor still chilling under the early morning sun. The fat tiger ran over one after another, rubbed the back of He Jingying's hand affectionately, and licked the back of her hand. The warm and somewhat rough dog tongue made He Jingying sober up for three points.

He Jingying scratched the fat tiger's head and muttered, "Why did he leave." ”

He Jingying sat like this until noon.

Xu Longju wiped his sweat and walked over: "Princess, His Royal Highness the Taisun asked me to tell you, the East Palace has been cleaned up, let's move over as soon as possible, before the canonization ceremony." ”

He Jingying nodded: "Then clean up." ”

Xu Longju said again: "His Royal Highness Taisun said that you should go to the East Palace first to see what are the shortcomings." ”

He Jingying nodded obediently: "Okay." ”

In the East Palace, Xiao Zhaoye stood on the silk carpet. His hand gently stroked the intricately patterned gold objects in the East Palace, and finally stopped in front of a bronze mirror.

This shell of his own has been occupied by Xiao Lian for so long, and he has become much stronger. The shoulders and backs are more structured, and the originally soft jawline has become a lot more resolute because of Xiao Lian's twice-daily exercises.

"It's good." Xiao Zhaoye thought secretly.

It's just that he looked at his hand that was still wrapped in gauze, and sighed again, but unfortunately Xiao Lian didn't care about his body too much, and he was covered with scars.

Xiao Zhaoye took off the gauze, and the large scabs on his hands turned dark purple. With a light touch, Xiao Zhaoye gasped.

When Xiao Lian crossed over, didn't he bring the pain?

Soft footsteps sounded. Xiao Zhaoye raised his half-drooping eyes and glanced at He Jingying. He Jingying was still wearing a pale yellow shirt, and her hair was loosely tied up with only a hairpin. Xiao Zhaoye frowned slightly and said, "A-Ying, you are dressed too simply, you should look like a princess, otherwise how can I mention it to the emperor?" ”

Only then did He Jingying realize that the days with Xiao Lian were indeed casual. She took a breath and returned, "I know, I'll go back and change." ”

"Wait."

He Jingying paused as she was about to leave.

Xiao Zhaoye put the hand that had been stripped off the gauze and was still full of scabs in the sun and looked at it: "Come, help the palace bandage it first." ”

The maid next to her hurriedly went to get the boiled clean gauze.

He Jingying squatted beside Xiao Zhaoye and gently wrapped the gauze around Xiao Zhaoye's hands.

Xiao Zhaoye looked at He Jingying condescendingly, and He Jingying's every movement was extremely gentle. He Jingying's eyelashes cast a shadow on her face. Docile, gentle, almost the look of a model wife.

Such deference, such ease of control, is what Xiao Zhaoye likes. He lived all his life under the control of the emperor, the former prince, and even the king of Jingling. So he prefers to be in control of others.

But he looked at He Jingying's low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, and he was not happy. I don't know why, he always felt that something was missing.

The way He Jingying bandaged Xiao Lian's wounds in the mountains and forests that day was not gentle, and it could even be said to be rough compared to now. But Xiao Zhaoye was faintly uncomfortable in his heart.

Xiao Zhaoye twisted He Jingying's jaw and lifted her face.

He Jingying twisted her eyebrows uncomfortably.

This slightly fluttering movement of brows seemed to Xiao Zhaoye with three points of disgust. Xiao Zhaoye felt even more uncomfortable. He clamped He Jingying's hand and strengthened it again, causing He Jingying to snort in pain.

Xiao Zhaoye's eyes looked at He Jingying deeply like a deep pool: "A-Ying, do you miss me?" ”

He Jingying tilted her head, and was vigorously screwed back by Xiao Zhaoye: "Do you miss me?" ”

Xiao Zhaoye's eyes are cold, his hands are cold, and this cold goes straight to He Jingying's heart. He Jingying trembled and said, "I've been waiting for you." ”

He Jingying is telling the truth, the first thing she did after she was reborn was to go to him. When she couldn't find him, she tried her best to find Yang Minzhi.

Thinking of Yang Minzhi, He Jingying couldn't help but tremble in her heart. Has Yang Minzhi always been Xiao Zhaoye? Why for so long, he never said?

He Jingying wants to ask things clearly, and wants to be honest with her husband after going through so many things. But she didn't ask anything.

Because her mouth was blocked by Xiao Zhaoye.

It was a cold, rough kiss. Xiao Zhaoye seemed to want to prove something to He Jingying, and as if he wanted to find some answer from He Jingying's response. He used his tongue to grobe roughly in He Jingying's mouth, and his teeth bit into He Jingying's lips until the soft and reddish lips were bitten out of blood.

He Jingying was in pain, and instinctively wanted to push Xiao Zhaoye away, but it attracted Xiao Zhaoye's more rude behavior. Xiao Zhaoye grabbed He Jingying's shirt and tore it open. He Jingying's snow-white shoulders and back were suddenly exposed to the air.

Xiao Zhaoye's eyes were slightly red. He did not get a satisfactory answer in He Jingying's response.

He jerked He Jingying over. He Jingying seemed to realize something, instinctively wanted to dodge, wanted someone to come out to stop everything that was about to happen.

This is the main hall of the East Palace. There are only cold silk carpets and the open doors of the East Palace.

But He Jingying only saw the maid who had just brought the gauze to exit the East Palace and close the door.

He Jingying's dodge made Xiao Zhaoye furious, and he dragged He Jingying up against the wall, and his voice was like ice that had not melted for thousands of years under the cold pool: "What are you looking at?" ”

He Jingying trembled and said, "You, you don't need to be like this. I am your lady, and I will serve you naturally if you want it. ”

Because it is a lady, it is natural to serve. What a perfect answer.

But Xiao Zhaoye was not satisfied!

Xiao Zhaoye's hand gradually stretched out to He Jingying's snow-white neck and choked her neck. The other hand ripped her middle garment open. He said coldly, "Of course you have to serve me!" You're going to serve me all your life! You can only serve me! ”

"Do you know what kind of life I live in that world with no end in sight! No water! No food! I walked like a walking corpse, but I still had to go hungry! And you! You're having a great time! ”

He Jingying was stuck in her neck, and it was difficult to breathe, she stroked Xiao Zhaoye's cheek with trembling hands, and said hoarsely: "But you have already returned." ”

Xiao Zhaoye's eyes gradually became crazy: "I'm back?" What about you? Are you back? ”

He Jingying's face gradually turned red, and a deep sense of helplessness came, could she die? Killed by the husband who he has been looking forward to thinking about and trying his best to find it back?

Is there such a funny joke in the world?

Are you back?

This sentence clearly means that Xiao Zhaoye does not believe in her loyalty. She has always adhered to it, but she can't even get a trust?

Then again, how long did Xiao Zhaoye observe him in the dark as Yang Minzhi? Did he trust her again?

He Jingying laughed in a low voice.

Xiao Zhaoye was stunned, and the hand holding He Jingying's neck suddenly let go. What is she laughing at? Laugh at yourself for asking such a low question?

The strength on her neck suddenly loosened, and He Jingying choked violently. A rusty smell came up my throat, and there was some blood foam along with the saliva I coughed up.

But He Jingying's coughing hasn't stopped. Xiao Zhaoye picked her up. He twisted her shoulders and turned her upside down, pushing her against the wall so hard that she had her back to him.

Xiao Zhaoye pinched the back of He Jingying's neck with one hand and pressed her with the other, with endless anger in his eyes: "Don't you want to serve me?!" ”

"Stop!" He Jingying was furious. But her resistance was nothing in the face of the sheer disparity in power. On the contrary, it made Xiao Zhaoye's anger even stronger.

"Ahh He Jingying exclaimed in pain.

It's like a fire burning on a flower that has not been rained for a long time. The originally dry petals were curled up by the fire. The pain travels from petals to stamens, and then to the limbs along the meridians.

The fire-burned flower trembled in the wind, and its silent cry could not be exchanged for a little rain and dew. The trembling of its fear could not be exchanged for the slightest mercy of the wind.

This tyrannical wind seemed to be enveloping the mountain fire, attacking the city and plundering the dry land. The earth cracked inch by inch, and at last it was on the verge of collapse, when the raging wind dropped a few drops of rain and dew on the earth, and stopped plundering.

He Jingying sat on the carpet of the East Palace, and a few drops of red blood fell on the carpet.

He Jingying looked at the carved roof of the East Palace with empty eyes, the blood at the corner of her mouth had not yet coagulated, and her jaw was dyed red.

Is this such a person she swears to be honest with?

The person in front of her is Xiao Zhaoye, whom she has known for eight years. The eyes like a deep pool, and the polite and detached smile, all made He Jingying clearly know that this person was indeed Xiao Zhaoye. But he seems to have torn apart the surface of his gentleness, and infinitely magnified the evil in his heart.

A chill swept through her body, making He Jingying's fingertips cold.

Xiao Zhaoye looked at He Jingying's indifferent expression, and panicked in his heart, only feeling that the person in front of him was leaving him. He squatted down and trembled to grab He Jingying's hand.

Just touched He Jingying's fingertips, He Jingying seemed to be burned, and her hand was slammed back, like a wounded deer, her eyes were full of vigilance.

Xiao Zhaoye panicked in his heart, and asked in a trembling voice, "A-Ying, are you okay?" ”

He Jingying just looked at him fixedly. Seeing Xiao Zhaoye's heart, his heart was furious. "A-Ying, I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm just, I just love you too much. ”

Xiao Zhaoye didn't dare to look at He Jingying's eyes, so he had to hug He Jingying tightly in his arms. "A-Ying, I've always missed you. It took me a long time to come back. I'm in that place where no one is a ghost, and I think about you all the time. Without you, I would have died. A-Ying, can you forgive me? ”

He Jingying crossed Xiao Zhaoye's shoulder, as if there was a wilderness with no end in sight, and above the wilderness was a heavy cloud.

The Xiao Zhaoye in her memory is cold and detached, and doesn't seem to have much interest in anything, including male and female love. When you're not particularly happy, you won't be angry.

He Jingying said in a hoarse voice: "You go, I want to be alone and quiet." ”

Xiao Zhaoye grabbed He Jingying's shoulder, stared at He Jingying and asked, "You won't blame me, will you?" ”

He Jingying looked at Xiao Zhaoye's cautious appearance, and felt a pain in her heart, when would he have such a humble appearance?

Looking at Xiao Zhaoye like this, no matter how much blame he said, he couldn't say anything. As Xiao Zhaoye said, after being reborn, she was clothed and fed, and he went through too many tribulations. He Jingying half-lowered her eyes and said, "I don't blame you." ”

The corners of Xiao Zhaoye's tense mouth finally relaxed. He stroked He Jingying's cheek with his hand, and said with some distress: "Then you can rest for a while." ”

He Jingying nodded. Xiao Zhaoye finally walked out of the East Palace satisfied.

When Xiao Zhaoye's footsteps finally disappeared under the steps of the East Palace. He Jingying curled up her knees and buried her face in the crook of her arm. She bit her lip tightly to keep herself from crying, but the rise and fall of her shoulders betrayed her.

A figure cautiously leaned in. He Jingying raised her head and saw the maid who had just brought gauze, holding a clean cloth tremblingly and handing it to He Jingying.

He Jingying took the cloth and wiped the corners of her mouth. The blood dripping from her jaw had dried up and could not be wiped easily, and she rubbed her lips and chin vigorously and repeatedly until the corners of her mouth became redder, and the wound that had been bitten had scabbed over, and now she had rubbed it again.

The maid was startled and held He Jingying's hand and said, "Don't be like this, Niangniang." I'm going to fetch a basin of water for my mother. ”

He Jingying smiled palely, her fingers loosened, and the blood-stained white cloth fell to the ground: "No need." ”

She leaned against the wall and stood up tremblingly, the pain of the tear making her more conscious.

This is the East Palace. All of this originally belonged to Xiao Zhaoye, including herself.

It's just a matter of returning things to their rightful owners.

She gritted her teeth and took two steps, and the maid hurriedly supported her: "Niangniang, be careful." ”

He Jingying held the maid's hand and stood up straight, combing her messy sideburns neatly. She looked back at the maid, "What's your name?" ”

"The slave's name is Dongmei."

He Jingying said: "This name is not good, you will be called Suilian in the future." Follow me. ”

Broken Jade knelt down and kowtowed, "Sui Lian thanks the master for giving him a name." ”

He Jingying slowly walked outside the East Palace: "Today's matter is not allowed to be mentioned to anyone. ”

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