Slowly out of the Renming Palace, happily jumping all the way, the pastries in his hands were thrown into the sky like juggling, and then fell and catched, and then tossed, and then catched, and so on.

From time to time, there was a pleasant laughter like silver bells.

I shouted in my heart, I'm free, I finally don't have to stay in that East Palace, looking at Mo Yuheng's face.

Long live freedom, freedom first.

I've never been so happy at that moment.

I had also fantasized about smashing a letter of resignation on her face before, but it was Mo Yuheng who smashed the book of resignation on her face, but I didn't expect the fact that she smashed the book of resignation on Mo Yuheng's face.

It's just—it's so cool.

When she came slowly, she came by sedan chair, but now there is no queen's order, and there is no sedan chair to send her back.

But she's in a good mood, and when she's in a good mood, she doesn't care about anything.

She herself is not without feet, so it's always okay to go out!

Slowly walking more and more deserted, looking around, in addition to the high palace walls on both sides, it is the endless end of the two ends, I really don't understand why these people like to run to the palace.

Even if there is glory and wealth in the palace, it must be good to have a life.

Mo Yuheng chased out, but he couldn't see the slow figure anymore, and he didn't catch up until he chased out of the palace gate, Mo Yuheng grabbed the book of resignation in his hand and looked at it, and smiled coldly.

She's really fast!

Hugh writes fast, and even people walk fast.

But he ignored that it was not enough to slowly leave half a cup of tea in front of him, and no matter how fast he walked slowly, it was impossible to be faster than him.

He put the book of resignation in his arms, glanced back at the high palace wall behind him, and then took a step and left quickly.

Slowly walking more and more remotely, she stopped, because she didn't look at the road when she came, and she didn't remember that the road was out of the palace.

Turning around and going back the way you came, like a frosted eggplant.

The things that were so happy before made her unhappy.

I don't know how long I walked, but I was slowly tired, and the knees of my two feet were still aching, and I suddenly felt a very sad feeling.

Maybe even if she can't leave this palace for a day, no one will notice!

The pastry in his hand was tightly crumpled into a ball, changing shape, and losing its original appearance that made people look so appetizing.

A cold wind blew, and slowly I only felt that the cold wind was biting, and I didn't bring a big wind when I went out this morning, and the wind seemed to blow into her bones.

Slowly stepping on the snow, making a creaking sound, it sounded very infiltrating in the empty palace walls, and suddenly his feet slipped and slowly rushed forward.

His hand was rubbed by the ground, it hurt and was cold, and the pastry that had changed shape rolled out and stopped in front of a pair of black boots that suddenly appeared.

The owner of the shoes seemed to be frightened by this scene, and stopped and looked at the person in front of him in surprise.

Slowly I really wanted to bury my face in the snow, and the previous sadness came to my heart, and I smiled bitterly.

She's really a fall, she can't even walk well, it's really useless.

raised his head and a good-looking face came into his eyes, but he was no longer dressed in white, but instead of being an official, but he still blocked the image of an ungentleman like jade, as handsome as a fairy.

Jun Muhan was also slowly frightened, looking at the strange mass at his feet, although he recognized it as a pastry, it was no longer a pastry.

After the shock in his eyes, he didn't care about the difference between men and women, and he hurriedly stepped forward to slowly help her up, gently patted off the snow on her body, and accidentally touched the cold plain hands, and slowly retracted in pain.

Jun Muhan untied his big hat, thoughtfully draped it on his shoulders, tied the belt for her, reached out to pull his hand, and said, "Let me see." ”

"It's fine." Slowly and instinctively wanted to hide his hands behind him, but his movements were not as fast as Jun Muhan's, and Jun Mohan's hands were grabbed first.

The place where the plain white hand was rubbed against the skin was soaked in a trace of blood red, and the side was stained with black muddy water.

"Does it hurt?" Jun Muhan's voice was very soft, as clear as bathing in the spring breeze in March.

Nodding slowly, the strength he pretended to be before collapsed at this moment, and all the grievances poured out at this moment, and he suddenly threw himself into Jun Muhan's arms and cried loudly.

No one ever cared about her, even if she almost died, so she held up a strong fortress to keep herself from tears.

Because no one will feel sorry for those tears except themselves.

But now, because of a person who had only met once, his gentle words, even if they were just two simple words, collapsed the slowly strong defense line like that.

She also wants people to care, and she also wants people to feel distressed.

But no, she has nothing, no family, no husband, and she doesn't even remember her past.

Jun Muhan's body froze, and his slow and sudden crying made him a little at a loss, he had never coaxed a girl, and he didn't know how to comfort himself.

The fingers that were frozen in mid-air moved for a moment, and finally landed on the back of the slow, caressing gently, and letting the slow vent like that.

Sometimes you need to vent if you hold it for too long, so just cry out!

Her situation is not a secret, and in such an environment, it takes a lot of courage to survive.

This deep palace house is all about eating people and not spitting out bones, and she, a little girl who was abandoned by everyone, must have suffered too many grievances.

Slowly hug this warm, safe embrace, unscrupulous like a child.

Sometimes it doesn't take much earth-shattering to be moved, just a simple word of care can open the heart that is tightly closed.

I don't know how long I cried, and I slowly cried so much that my throat was hoarse, but my shoulders were still twitching, and tears and snot wet Jun Muhan's chest.

Slowly leaving Jun Muhan's embrace, he said apologetically in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, I soiled your clothes." ”

Although the official uniform was dark, the place where the tears were wet was still obvious.

"Are you better?" Jun Muhan shook his head lightly, indicating that it was okay, but asked with concern if he was getting better.

Nodding slowly, he hummed softly in a nasal voice.

After crying, it's really better after venting, and the previous grievances are not so important, people want to play and watch before, why are you obsessed with the past?

"Thank you." Smiled slowly.

Thank you, thank you today, thank you for yesterday, thank you for being willing to let me hold and vent like this, thank you for that care.

Jun Muhan raised his hand, affectionately to slowly pick off the dry branches that stuck to his hair when he fell.

It was the first time I had done it, but it was as skillful as it was commonplace.

Under the long palace wall, there stood a pair of dazzling people, adding a corner to this monotonous road.