"Thank you."

Shang Zhaoyi looked at Ye Banghang and smiled slightly.

"Zhaoyi, you don't have to be so polite between you and me."

"Bang Sailing, I'm ......"

"Zhaoyi, you don't have to say anything else, I understand, I know."

There was a hint of a smile in Night's voice, and then he reached out and patted the snow on his shawl.

"Take your time, don't rush."

There was a hint of pampering in Ye Banghang's expression, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, Shang Zhaoyi began to subconsciously take a step back.

"Sorry......"

Shang Zhaoyi looked at Ye Banghang, his expression was full of debt.

"No problem."

Ye Banghang waved his hand, then turned to leave.

Shang Zhaoyi looked at the back of Ye Bang Hang's departure, and a trace of complicated emotions appeared in her eyes.

"Princess ......"

"No problem."

Shang Zhaoyi pushed open the door and walked in, Shang Zhaoyi sat down at the table, and she sighed deeply.

Although Shang Zhaoyi was very moved, Ye Banghang left the whole country and followed her to Yuebeiguo, but he couldn't accept Ye Banghang no matter what.

Maybe it's because of Ye Gongming, maybe it's because of other reasons, always, Shang Zhaoyi's stretch out in his heart is just to repel Ye Banghang.

"Princess, is the thing that the night boy gave you the same as before?"

Leng Yu looked at the things in her hand, and she sighed regretfully.

"Well, it's better to deal with it as it is."

Shang Zhaoyi's voice was very calm.

Leng Yu hugged the things in his hand, turned around and left directly, walked into a corner, lit a fire, and burned it directly.

"It's a pity, such a good thing."

Leng Yu looked at the thing in front of her, and she shook her head helplessly.

"Princess, these things have been burned."

After the cold jade was burned, he walked to Shang Zhaoyi's side.

"Well, next time, just burn the things he sent."

"Princess, those things are good."

"If you like to use it, it's a pity to burn it."

Shang Zhaoyi reached out and grabbed a handful of snow from the table, and she put the snow in front of her eyes, as if she wanted to see what was in the snow.

"Princess, what do you look at again?"

Leng Yu looked at Shang Zhaoyi's appearance with a puzzled expression.

"It's nothing, Leng Yu, do you miss your lord?"

"Back to the princess, the slave doesn't want to do it at all!"

"But I want to ......"

"Princess ......"

"I want him to die, I want him to die in front of me, I want to scrape off his flesh with a sword with my own hands, and rip out his heart with my own hands!"

Shang Zhaoyi suddenly clenched his hand and turned the snow into a ball.

Shang Zhaoyi's tone had a hint of fierceness in it, and her eyes gradually turned red.

Leng Yu looked at Shang Zhaoyi like this, and didn't know what to say, because when Shang Zhaoyi faced other people, his attitude was really calm, but every time he mentioned Ye Gongming, Shang Zhaoyi's whole person would become very ruthless.

Leng Yu didn't know whether such a situation was good or bad.

"Princess, there will be this day."

Leng Yu didn't know what to say, but opened his mouth and comforted softly.

"yes, I know."

Shang Zhaoyi glanced at Leng Yu for a moment, and then returned to his normal expression.

"Leng Yu, I've been through so much, and I don't want you to have any more changes in your heart in the end, and I'm fortunate to have you with me in the past two years."

"Princess, don't worry, the slave has decided to follow you, the princess, and the slave will not regret it."

Leng Yu knelt directly beside Shang Zhaoyi, she raised her head and looked at Shang Zhaoyi with a very firm expression.

Shang Zhaoyi met Leng Yu's eyes, and she smiled at Leng Yu.

"That's good."

Leng Yu looked at Shang Zhaoyi and said with a smile.

"What's so good?"

Shang Zhaoyi looked at Leng Yu and asked suspiciously.

"What the slave means, you are smiling at me now, for the first time in two years, you are smiling at the slave."

"Really?"

Shang Zhaoyi looked at the cold jade in front of her, she was slightly stunned, and then said, "Hmm." Get up, it's cold on the ground. ”

"Princess Xie."

Shang Zhaoyi turned her head indifferently, and then she stretched out her hand to cushion her chin.

Leng Yu stood up, walked to Shang Zhaoyi's side, and stretched out his hand to put it on Shang Zhaoyi's shoulder.

"Princess, are your shoulders starting to go numb again?"

"Hmm."

Shang Zhaoyi gritted his teeth, and then said, "Leng Yu, go in and take medicine." ”

"The slave knows."

Leng Yu hurriedly stretched out his hand to help Shang Zhaoyi up, and then brought Shang Zhaoyi into the house.

As soon as Shang Zhaoyi sat down, Leng Yu hurriedly took out the ointment, took off Shang Zhaoyi's shirt, and applied the ointment to Shang Zhaoyi's back.

Leng Yu looked at the extra wound on Shang Zhaoyi's skin while shopping, and she sighed slightly.

"What are you sighing about?"

"It's just that because of the wounds on your body, the slave is a little distressed."

"There's nothing distressing, these scars are just a reminder of my dead heart."

There was no trace of ups and downs in Shang Zhaoyi's tone, and after Leng Yu heard Shang Zhaoyi's words, he felt distressed.

"Princess, I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault, on the contrary, I'm glad that you can still be on my side in the end."

After Leng Yu heard Shang Zhaoyi's words, tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and hot tears fell on Shang Zhaoyi's back.

Shang Zhaoyi got dressed, turned around, and looked at Leng Yu, she reached out and touched Leng Yu's face.

"Leng Yu, you don't have to cry, aren't I okay now?"

"But ......"

Leng Yu's voice was choked with a hint of choking, and as soon as he opened his mouth, tears couldn't stop flowing.

Shang Zhaoyi looked at Leng Yu, feeling a little distressed in her heart, she reached out and took Leng Yu directly into her arms.

"Leng Yu, okay, be obedient, your young lady is fine now, shouldn't you be lucky?"

Shang Zhaoyi reached out and touched Leng Yu's hair.

"Miss!"

Leng Yu, who had been holding back for two years, cried directly.

At this moment, Shang Zhaoyi realized that in the past two years, she was not the only one who suffered, but the people around her had also suffered with her for a long time.

After a long time, Leng Yu gradually stopped crying, she came out of Shang Zhaoyi's arms, and said with red eyes: "Princess, I'm sorry, slave maid ......"

"Alright, go down and wash up."

Shang Zhaoyi looked at Leng Yu, whose little face was flushed, and she burst out laughing.

Leng Yu reached out and touched her cheek, and then she turned around and left Shang Zhaoyi's room directly.

"Leng Yu!"

Just as Leng Yu was about to step out, Shang Zhaoyi's voice suddenly sounded behind Leng Yu.

"Thank you."

Shang Zhaoyi's voice was very low, but Leng Yu heard it very clearly.

After Leng Yu heard this, his body paused slightly, and then left Shang Zhaoyi's room.