After the words settled, Su Jinyu raised her head and slowly closed her eyes. She was gambling, not hesitating to use death to force him, but also to bet on something she had never been sure in her heart.

Immediately afterwards, there was another sound of things breaking on the ground, Su Jinyu shrunk her feet, her eyes trembled in horror, she didn't open them early.

Qingyun's sobbing sound made her heart really uncomfortable, her five fingers were tightly embedded in her palm, and the pain in her heart slowly spread through the skin and flesh to the most vulnerable part of her heart, and even her heartbeat slowed down a few times.

"Stay by my side for the rest of your life, as long as you agree, I will send them away, Jinyu, can you agree to this deal?" Ling Yun gave her the result she wanted after some careful consideration, but this deadline was life after life.

"Okay, I promise." Su Jinyu bent her lips and smiled, without a trace of hesitation or regret. For the rest of her life, for the rest of her life, she is willing to stay, even if she dies, she is willing to stay by his side.

Smiles bloomed, and tears flowed with them. She didn't know whether she should be happy or sad.

Ling Yun brushed his sleeves and left after receiving an extremely bland answer, Qingyun hurriedly pulled his shirt and put it on, and helped the little eunuch's body to walk to the bed.

Su Jinyu fell to the ground in a dejected manner, he still hurt him, Shang Xi's words were good, he had to force himself to a dead end to know that he regretted it. However, she turned her head to look at Qingyun, who was busy behind her, and smiled with satisfaction.

Shang Xi saw Ling Yun walking out of the courtyard angrily, so he naturally didn't dare to step forward and ask more, and honestly followed him towards the Yonghe Palace. Before leaving, he looked thoughtfully at the side room, secretly thinking that something big must have happened.

The injury on the little eunuch's forehead was not a big deal, but he had lost too much blood and needed to recuperate for a few days. Su Jinyu saw that there was nothing she needed help with, so she took a step and wanted to go back.

Qingyun looked at her distant figure, no matter how much she said, she couldn't say anything, and she couldn't hold back the tears in her eyes, and kept making circles.

Why be so stupid, what can you get by staying in this land of right and wrong for the rest of your life? A pinch of loess is still accompanied by a fresh breeze, and all you get here is damage, endless damage.

The breeze blew through the dusty cornices, and the cold sound of the flute came from the palace outside the corridor, pouring out the sorrow of the person who played it into this sad tune, mixed with the icy cold, like the flying snow.

Su Jinyu walked on the corridor tiredly, stretched out her hand to pull out the begonia on the bun, and the slightly moist flower branches brought out a lot of green silk, messily coiled on the top of the hair, a little embarrassed.

Good times are often so short, she has just stretched out her five fingers to enjoy this happiness, and she is always ruthlessly destroyed, and even this heart is annihilated.

When she heard the intermittent sound of the flute, the begonias on her fingertips fell to the ground, and the crimson petals scattered at her feet.

In the quiet deep palace, who plays a good flute, there has never been such a person in her impression. The three concubines in the harem occasionally only stroke the qin and chant poetry.

She stood on tiptoe and looked around, and saw the grass and trees moving with the wind, but not the person who blew it.

As the sound of the flute began to rise, she stayed where she was and listened for a moment, and she liked its faint sadness very much, and her lips curved upward, and she took a step towards the source of the sound.

It is not like the posture of the begonia, not like the elegance of the autumn chrysanthemum. In the verdant bushes full of eyes, dotted with small clusters of tender yellow flowers, a little elegant, a little vibrant.

The rich fragrance almost penetrated the thin air, and passers-by were drunk by it.

When the familiar arch appeared in front of Su Jinyu, her steps also came to an abrupt halt, this place she hadn't entered for a long time, and she had almost forgotten the swing.

In a few days, this osmanthus tree will be covered with tiny flowers, and you can see its indisputability from a distance. The memory is like the turbulent waves, gradually approaching her heart, and a slight red tide suddenly floated on her cheeks, and she can't forget the pain it brought to herself.

smiled bitterly a few times, didn't she finally learn a lesson from this? In the harem, who doesn't know her declining scenery.

It seemed that the people inside knew that her arrival had disturbed his interest, and the sound of the flute was suddenly interrupted. Su Jinyu's thoughts were withdrawn at once, who would blow Xiao in this kind of uninhabited palace, and layers of curiosity would pull her in.

Under the osmanthus tree, the tender petals fell from the treetops from time to time, and they fell on the strange man sitting under the tree. Not surprised, he liked such an artistic conception very much, and took out a silk handkerchief from his arms to wipe the traces on Yuxiao.

Su Jinyu looked at him blankly, as if she had seen this face somewhere, but after thinking about it carefully, she couldn't think of a reason.

"Who are you? Why is it here? Seeing that he was not dressed as a person from the palace, he asked with a frown.

Ye Chenxuan chuckled and dusted off the osmanthus flowers on his shoulders, and slowly stood up from the ground, "I am a disciple of the Imperial Doctor, and I met this osmanthus tree by chance, so I really liked it and stayed here." As soon as his arm was horizontal, the jade flute burrowed into his sleeve.

Su Jinyu pursed her lips and raised her eyes to look at the osmanthus tree, she didn't doubt his words, seeing that there was not a single osmanthus petal in the vacant place under him, she knew that he was a person who cherished flowers and protected flowers.

Yanran said with a smile, "The harem is a place of right and wrong, and men going in and out of it will always cause a lot of nonsense, since Gongzi is from the hospital, it is better to go back early." ”

Ye Chenxuan stepped over the pile of osmanthus flowers in front of him and walked in front of Su Jinyu, "Are you cured?" It was only then that he remembered that the woman in front of him was the palace maid who appeared in his pharmacy a few days ago.

Although she had a smile on her face, the sorrow that lingered between her eyebrows couldn't hide from his eyes, and seeing her stunned expression, she continued, "Don't you remember that pharmacy?" I have not seen you since I returned from the Imperial Doctor, and now it seems that you have been cured. ”

Filled with a faint medicinal fragrance, Su Jinyu was told this, and such a scene formed in his mind, "Thank you." "I said 'thanks' on my lips, but I smiled bitterly in my heart.

If she hadn't passed out that day, would have all this been missed. If she hadn't been rescued that day, would she be a dead soul today?

Ye Chenxuan nodded thoughtfully, "You shouldn't have so many things on your mind, the harem is not as terrible as you imagined, after five years, you are still free." What impressed him the most was the scene of her crying, some people couldn't escape if they wanted to, why did Shen Qingrong squeeze in.

Harem, is it really so gorgeous?

Ye Chenxuan turned sideways and noticed the swing at a glance, and a smile suddenly appeared on his lips, "It's really a pleasant thing to be able to see my childhood playmates here." ”