Xiao Tingchen came back from outside, opened the beaded curtains, and saw a pair of delicate embroidered shoes being kicked to the ground indiscriminately, and his little girl was hiding in the depths of the quilt, faintly hearing a weak sob.

He raised his eyebrows, sat down on the edge of the couch, and took her out of the bed, "Good and decent, why did you cry like this?" But who bullied my sister? ”

The girl's white cheeks were full of tears, a few wisps of crow hair were wet and sticky to her skin, and even her eyelashes were covered with a wet mist, like a layer of mist on the peony in the city.

Su Jiu raised his eyelashes tremblingly, and the man in his eyes was beautiful, still affectionate.

She suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered in his ear, "You're my ......"

The soft voice with a slight choked voice contains firmness and possessiveness that cannot be ignored, as if she is afraid that her man will be robbed by someone.

Xiao Tingchen held her face funny, raised his sleeve to wipe away her tears, "Why did you suddenly mention this?" I am naturally yours, my body and mind and the country I have laid are all yours. ”

As he said this, he suddenly noticed that the girl's skin was hot, as if she had a high fever.

"Don't move...... he lifted the back of his hand to her forehead, "I'll see." ”

Su Jiu reluctantly writhed in his arms, and complained in a daze, "You always like to say sweet words, you can say a few sweet words to anyone...... Even if you are an old woman in the wet market, you can praise them for their beauty when they are young...... I don't like to hear you talk about love anymore, Xiao Tingchen, I hate you talking about love again......"

She lost her temper and twisted around, like an ignorant child, and finally even kicked Xiao Tingchen in the face and rolled into the depths of the bed.

Xiao Tingchen really didn't understand where he offended her, and when he saw that she hid herself tightly with a satin quilt, he had to call the tomb, "Where did she go today?" ”

The tomb repeated the words of the Flower Moon Dance in a few words.

Xiao Tingchen's eyes were cold, and it was Hua Yuewu who was provoking his relationship with Su Xiaojiu......

The tomb stood with his sword in his arms and said lightly: "Master, don't blame me for being humble and talkative, Miss Su is thoughtful, and she doesn't like to open her heart to others to talk about her troubles, I don't know how much sorrow she has saved over the years." Hua Yueji and the little princess are like a thorn in her heart, sour and bitter, presumably she is suffering from all the time, and today she can be regarded as a slight attack. ”

Xiao Tingchen motioned for her to step back with an expressionless face.

He looked at the bed, and his little girl was hiding in it and kept babbling, probably really burning.

He stroked the arched quilt and breathed deeply, "I am in your heart, is it really worth trusting?" I, like a man who would spoil other girls casually? Su Xiaojiu, what should I do if you tell me to take you? ”

……

On the other side, the study.

The curtains hung low, the light and shadow in the room were dim, and only a pot of golden charcoal fire emitted a faint glow.

Chen Yi stood in front of the bookcase in a cinnabar dress, looked at the man with his back to her, smiled lightly, and saluted him seriously, "Husband, you're here." ”

Su Runmo stared at the map hanging on the wall, "The ghost prison occupies all the land in the north, and the area is even larger than that of the Central Plains. ”

"What's the use of vastness, I often heard my grandfather mention that his hometown is remote and uninhabited, the land is barren and snow-capped mountains, not to mention farming, and even grazing cattle and sheep is very difficult." Chen Yi stepped forward and gently rolled up his sleeves, adding fragrance and ink to Su Runmo as he did in the past, "The city wall that stretches for thousands of miles separates the ghost prison from the Central Plains, and the people of the ghost prison are criminals exiled by the Central Plains, and they are not allowed to step into the Central Plains for half a step in this life...... But what did the descendants of those sinners do wrong, why should they not even be allowed to set foot in the Central Plains? ”

The girl was calm, but there was contempt and sarcasm in her tone.

Su Runmo turned to look at her, her side face was as beautiful as jade, she had lost the gentle and virtuous lady on weekdays, she was depicting sword eyebrows, and her demeanor was neat and heroic, as if the former Chen Yi was just a dream imagined out of thin air.

He sat down on a circle chair, lowered his eyebrows and dipped his pen in ink.

Her ink is excellent, and the shade is appropriate, whether it is writing or painting, it can be just right.

But today he picked up the pen, and in the face of the blank rice paper, he couldn't put the pen down.

He knew very well that the person in front of him was not his wife, but the meticulous work of the ghost prison.

The former boudoir affection was just an ambiguity deliberately created by her, just as it was impossible for him to fall in love with the fine work of the ghost prison, Chen Yi would never fall in love with Dayong's national teacher.

Xu guessed what he was thinking, and Chen Yi smiled and said, "What does the husband plan to do with the concubine?" Will it be remembered for the sake of past affection, for the sake of the concubine who is pregnant with a child, and give the concubine a way to live? ”

Su Runmo slowly put down the brush.

His warm face was like a layer of haze, and he stared at Chen Yi with frowning eyebrows, wondering why she could still be so relaxed, could it be that he expected him to take her life for the sake of the child?

Looking at each other, Chen Yi's fingertips in the pipa sleeves trembled slightly, and she pinched her palm to suppress the despair and sadness in her heart, and still stood in front of this man with a smile and a groaning attitude, neither humble nor arrogant.

She had been respected by him, but she had never been loved by him.

Now that the East Window incident happened, she treated him with her true face, and just wanted to retain the last dignity in front of him with the most upright posture, even if he still didn't love her, but she hoped that she would still be respected by him until she died.

Aren't the men in the Central Plains treating their wives with respect?

Then she would have the illusion that she would still be his wife until she died......

Su Runmo looked at the girl in front of him quietly.

She combed the woman's hair in a bun, a golden hairpin bun, a Yingluo collar, she had never worn this kind of cinnabar-colored graceful dress, but there was more atmosphere and sassiness that she had never had before.

It turns out that she is such a Chen Yi......

But she was obviously very nervous and scared, and he could clearly see her trembling delicate body, the sadness between her eyebrows, and the reluctance and infatuation in the depths of her eyes......

After a long time, he silently picked up a pot of hot tea on the table, poured a cup and handed it to her seriously.

Chen Yi held the hot tea in her hand, staring at the brown tea soup with her eyes down, and the mist filled her cheeks, soaking her eyelashes wet and blurred.

Tears rolled down into the tea soup one by one, and she smiled: "Xie Fujun gives tea." ”

She is not a stupid girl, she knows that this way of exiting is the last dignity given to her by Su Runmo.

She raised her head and drank the bowl of tea soup neatly.

The white jade cup fell to the ground and smashed into countless pieces, reflecting the halo of deep gold charcoal fire, as if a layer of gold dust had been smeared, and the dream was like an old dream.

Chen Yi's lower abdomen was in severe pain, she knelt on the ground with the rosewood bookcase, and the cinnabar red skirt was spread out on the ground, like a gorgeous begonia blooming to the extreme, lined with pale complexion, and fused into an indescribable beauty of extreme depression.