In the dream, he said that they were going to be separated, and he said that his eyes would not look at her alone again in this life.

Li Muyun twisted her body and called out in panic, "Xuanxi, don't, don't leave me, don't ......" The dream was so real that it really made her think that they would never see each other again. Or, in this life, it is clear to see each other again.

The whole person suddenly woke up, and the outrageous fear dissipated as she returned to reality, but the residual breath taught her to sob. Bending her knees, she cowered in the corner and looked helplessly at the couch.

While she was asleep, Ling Yun was gone. There was that dark red blood stain on the red bed, it was hers, and he asked for her proof last night.

The soreness in the limbs began to spread, and the place was very painful, as if it had been torn in two.

The Dragon Boat Festival came in from outside with a copper basin, and when she saw Li Muyun huddled in the corner of the couch, she greeted her with concern, "Niangniang is having a nightmare?" Outside, I could faintly hear her shouting, but it was a little faint and I couldn't really hear it.

"He's gone, he says he's leaving...... Dragon Boat Festival, I'm going to find him, I'm going to find him back......" Li Muyun raised her crimson eyes and sobbed.

Lifted the mattress covering her body, climbed out of the couch, and was about to get up and get out of bed, when the messy bed tripped her jade feet, and she fell mercilessly under the couch as soon as she leaned forward, her hands against the cold ground.

The Dragon Boat Festival put down the copper basin, and helped Li Muyun's body up in shock, "Niangniang......" pityfully lifted the broken hair next to her ears and temples, and had to swallow it again when the words came to her mouth, she knew the bitterness in her heart, but it was not good to say anything more to teach her to be sad.

Li Muyun glanced at the Dragon Boat Festival, wrapped her hands around her arms, "What should I do, he doesn't want me anymore, what should I do......" said, she threw herself into the arms of the Dragon Boat Festival and cried loudly.

This dream was an illusion caused by her tight thoughts.

However, the Dragon Boat Festival gently stroked Li Muyun's back and sighed a few times worriedly. This palace wall is not blocking them, but completely cutting off everything outside the palace, even birth, old age, sickness and death.

"Mother, the slave and maid will serve you to freshen up." The Dragon Boat Festival deliberately bypassed this topic, and if it continued, it was afraid that it would disturb more palace maids, "After a while, the masters of each palace should come to Niangniang to say goodbye." ”

These days of recuperation have taught her to forget, and every morning at this hour, the concubines of the palace will greet her.

Looking at herself in the bronze mirror, Li Muyun sneered a few times, and her tearful eyes instantly became cold, completely making people unable to see all her joys, sorrows, and sorrows, as if she was a sculpture.

The Dragon Boat Festival carefully sorted out everything for Li Muyun, and when she saw the bruise on her body and the bright red on the couch, she shook her head again and again. It's only been these days since I entered the palace, and there is such a big basket, if I stay any longer, who will die?

Thinking of the other day, the incident that happened in the corridor has always been a heart disease in the heart of the Dragon Boat Festival. She is a slave and has her own loyal master, three thousand beauties in the harem, and her master, as a leader, how can she let the lowly palace maid divide up the favor that should belong to her.

Yonghe Palace, side hall.

Su Jinyu sat on the soft floor and looked at everything outside the hall, since the heavy snowfall, the maple tree has become a lot haggard, and there are only a few red maples on the black branches where they are waving their heads in the wind, but they don't know how long they can hold on.

Just like the laws of this world, life is bound to die, and everything has a cycle.

When Ji Qiu stepped in with the sweet soup, Su Jinyu smiled symbolically at her. Her eyes never wanted to leave the window, as if she was expecting something, as if she was planning something.

"The girl hasn't eaten well these days, and I'm afraid that my body can't withstand such a toss, so it's better to drink some sweet soup." Ji Qiu said in her usual tone.

After entering the palace all these years, she has long been accustomed to everything. When she saw the smile on Su Jinyu's face, her heart seemed to be hit by something, and her smile was like a flower, once upon a time, her smile had dried up.

The corners of her lips twitched a few times, but she couldn't pull out the arc.

"I'm not hungry, thank you, sister." Su Jinyu said softly, her feet bent back again.

"Is it cold?" Ji Qiu put the sweet soup on a few cases, and when she saw her, she shrank and thought that the cold wind outside the window was freezing her, "It's almost time to go down, the girl should be ......"

Su Jinyu pursed her lips and said nothing, silently took the shawl handed over by Ji Qiu, and covered her already cold body tightly. But no matter what, her heart didn't feel a trace of warmth.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps outside the hall, and Su Jinyu glanced at it casually.