Seeing that the cold winter is coming, the temperature in Luoyang City has plummeted in the past few days, and it is quite cold. As a result, there are very few pedestrians on the streets, and all industries are slightly depressed.

In contrast, the business of the inn where Xu Ziyan is located is reasonable, after all, it has been taken care of by Qiu Pengyun for several months, and the situation is naturally clearer. But Qiu Pengyun was able to do this for a reason, it was nothing more than coveting Xu Ziyan's beauty and wanting her to become Qiu Jisheng's wife.

If it were according to Xu Ziyan's original intention, she would never have agreed to this. But Qiu Pengyun has always been a thief, always trying to get a reward other than his duty. In the end, Qiu Pengyun directly made a very unreasonable and barbaric request to Xu Ziyan to marry his son on a certain date.

Qiu Pengyun's move made Xu Ziyan very embarrassed, and she didn't know what to do for a while. And the reason why Xu Ziyan loves Qiu Yoshisheng is completely out of her innate kindness and deep sympathy for Qiu Yoshisheng's misfortune. There is no mention of children's affection in it, and there is no way to talk about marriage.

Despite this, Qiu Pengyun still knew that he could not do it. As long as his son is happy, he can do anything ridiculous.

Under the constant pressure of Qiu Pengyun again and again, things finally achieved the desired effect.

At around midnight that day, it suddenly snowed like goose feathers in Luoyang City, but even so, it still couldn't shake Qiu Pengyun's determination to quickly take Xu Ziyan into the Assassin's Mansion.

On that dark and cold snowy night, Xu Ziyan, accompanied by Yulu, left the inn where she had lived for half a year, and stepped into the official sedan chair specially sent by Qiu Pengyun to pick up the two of them to the Thorn Mansion with a sad face.

Along the way, Xu Ziyan didn't show the slightest smile, and always sat there in a daze, not knowing what she was thinking.

From time to time, the cold wind outside the window blew up the sedan curtain on her side, and bursts of white snowflakes entered with the wind, falling on the back of her hands that had been clenched all the time, which had cracked to varying degrees.

Seeing this, Xu Ziyan just gently blew the snowflakes on her hands a few times with her mouth, but it had no significant effect.

The snow outside the car is getting bigger, and the number of snowflakes entering and exiting the car is also increasing as the gap between the car curtains continues to increase.

It didn't take long for Xu Ziyan's clothes and some of the surrounding objects to be wet to varying degrees by some of the snow water produced by the melting snowflakes, but Xu Ziyan was still unmoved.

At this time, a strong wind suddenly blew into the car. The snowflakes mixed in the wind and the biting cold wind were like invisible ice blades, mercilessly cutting Xu Ziyan's slightly haggard face, making her already somewhat messy black hair more and more messy.

In a moment's hesitation, the official sedan chair had already arrived at the Thorn Mansion.

After the two entered the house, they were placed in a room prepared in advance by Qiu Pengyun.

This room is only separated by a wall from Qiu Jisheng's bedroom, and I think this must be done by Qiu Pengyun on purpose, so that Xu Ziyan can take better care of Qiu Jisheng.

And just more than half a month after Xu Ziyan lived in the Assassin's Mansion, Qiu Pengyun did another thing that was despised by the world, and he took Wang Ruxue into the Assassin's Mansion.

It turned out that since Qiu Pengyun met Wang Ruxue in the silk village that day, his soul was completely taken away by Wang Ruxue.

Since then, Qiu Pengyun has often taken time to come to the silk village, and has secretly corresponded with Wang Ruxue many times on the grounds of buying clothes, and the relationship is ambiguous. This matter became even more blatant later, and sometimes Qiu Pengyun went directly to Wang Ruxue's room to find her, completely ignoring the feelings of others.

Even if Wang Ruxue's identity is special, people will marry correctly. No, the sedan chair that picked up people picked up Wang Ruxue in broad daylight.

I remember that on the morning when Wang Ruxue was picked up, the whole sky was dull all the time, and even the surrounding scenery seemed to have become gloomy because of this.

Lin Zhongyi, who was standing on the side, looked intently at Wang Ruxue, who was about to get on the sedan chair and go away, but he didn't know what to say, maybe this would be the last time they saw each other.

At the moment when Wang Ruxue was about to get into the sedan chair, she deliberately looked back at Lin Zhongyi, who was frowning sadly.

When Wang Ruxue saw Lin Zhongyi like this, she felt a little sad and reluctant in her heart.

And Lin Zhongyi, who was standing beside her, seemed to have something to say at this moment, but for some reason, he stopped talking.

The sedan chair gradually moved away, Wang Ruxue lifted the sedan chair curtain and poked her head out, looking at Lin Zhongyi, who had been standing at the door of the silk village for a long time and refused to leave, and felt very uncomfortable.

Seeing this situation, Wang Ruxue, who has always seemed to be faceless, skinless, shameless, and has been despised and ridiculed by countless people, actually shed tears.

Hot tears dripped down the wooden plank under the window frame, and rattled and rattled.

This is a tear of helplessness, this is a tear full of remorse, this is a tear of true feelings, this is a tear of heartache.

At the same time, Lin Zhongyi, who was standing outside the silk village, saw Wang Ruxue crying in the sedan chair because of excessive sadness, and his last psychological defense line completely collapsed.

I saw Lin Zhongyi suddenly fall to the ground, sometimes crying bitterly and sometimes laughing.

At this moment, he seems to have transcended the fetters of the world, and he can vent his long-suppressed emotions in his heart at all costs.

Let the tears of affection flow unbridled from the eyes, let them quietly flow through the haggard face with their longing for their beloved, and let them soak themselves in this incomparably vast land with the love that has never returned, and bury them all.

In fact, Lin Zhongyi knows better than anyone else that Wang Ruxue is not so unbearable as she seems on the surface, but she is always not good at expressing herself, and she never wants people to know that she also has a kind side.

For example, when Wang Ruxue saw the beggars on the street without food and clothing, she always helped in secret, but those beggars did not appreciate it. When the beggars learned of Wang Ruxue's identity, they not only looked at her with contempt, but they were also unwilling to accept the money she gave to the beggars, because they thought the money was dirty.

Another time, Wang Ruxue met a lost little boy on the side of the street, so she kindly tried her best to help the boy find his parents. Na Cheng wanted that after Wang Ruxue helped the boy find his parents, instead of saying thank you, his parents kept his children away from fireworks women like Wang Ruxue.

All of these incidents made Wang Ruxue feel cold, but she didn't mean to resent others, because what they said was the truth.

Although those so-called "good people" have always been prejudiced against Wang Ruxue, her kind actions have been seen by Lin Zhongyi and remembered in his heart.

Because of this, Lin Zhongyi was even more grief-stricken and heartbroken, because he knew that Wang Ruxue didn't want such a life, she was just maliciously scandalized by some sanctimonious people in a passive state.

And on the night when Wang Ruxue left the Silk Village, Lin Zhongyi, who had always been reluctant to drink, was drunk at the table in front of the counter of the Silk Village, looking very desolate.

Lin Zhongyi staggered to his feet, holding a wine jug and shouting loudly in front of the door that had been open for a long time, for fear that others would not know what was going on here.

The cold wind gently brushed his face, which was slightly red and swollen from excessive drinking, and the feeling, cool and hot, sometimes feeling extremely refreshing and sometimes dull and abnormal, made people feel melancholy and sad.

The others in the silk village were so annoyed by Lin Zhongyi's noise that they couldn't sleep, but because of the cold weather, they all chose to lie down in the quilt with their ears covered to warm up, and no one dissuaded them.

Only Fang Zeqing, who lived in the bedroom on the second floor, heard that Lin Zhongyi downstairs still hadn't slept in the middle of the night, so he took the initiative to get up and take a coat and go downstairs to let Lin Zhongyi use this to keep out the cold.

But Lin Zhongyi didn't receive Fang Zeqing's affection, not only that, but he also scolded Fang Zeqing. Even if Fang Zeqing's efforts were only exchanged for the word "roll" in the end, he had no complaints.

Early the next morning, Lin Zhongyi, who had slept on his stomach on the table all night, gradually woke up from his sleep.

When his consciousness gradually cleared up, he was surprised to find that he was actually wearing a coat on his body—it was the one Fang Zeqing gave him last night. At this moment, he seemed to have woken up......

There is always a group of people in this world, who are not used to seeing others live a good life, and what was originally good will change their flavor because of the intervention of these people, I am really afraid that the world will not be chaotic.