After thinking for a while, Nan Xiangmo picked out a sentence from his messy and heavy mind, and said with great difficulty and solemnity: "Shen Yu, I promise you to keep it secret for you, but if one day you have a bad relationship with the Wing King, please don't fight for your life in my face." Whether it's you or the Winged King, any of you are important to me. ”

After Shen Yu went out, Nan Xiangmo sat on the seat and sat quietly in the study alone for a long time, his brows were gloomy, he had no intention of fighting for power, but his father had no intention of fighting for power in the early years, but because he was the eldest son of the emperor, he had high hopes for him since he was a child, so he was forced to fall into the whirlpool of power and could not struggle.

Nan Xiangmo knows that among the many brothers, only Nan Yiheng, who is most despised by his father, is most suitable to be the next king of the Southern Dynasty, although he is young and cold, but he is the crown of resourcefulness and calmness, and the second emperor's brother is brutal and murderous, and he will eventually cause a catastrophe in the future, what he envies the most is the free and easy freedom of the fifth child, which is what he wishes in this life, so he secretly always intentionally or unintentionally let Nan Yiheng handle government affairs for him.

Now that he has Xin'er, he only wants to leave the palace, join hands with her to go into seclusion, and live a plain life like ordinary people. But before that, he had to protect her, otherwise it would all mean nothing to him.

Xia Qingyu was trapped in the room by Shen Yu every day because of the injury on her back, and she felt depressed and bored, but she couldn't stop Shen Yu from coming, fortunately, every time she came back, Shen Yu would always be followed by a little very cute little love with a fart.

During these days, Xiao Ai has eaten, drunk and slept well in the mansion, and some flesh has grown on her face, no longer the thin bamboo pole that makes people feel terrifying, but Xia Qingyu can always feel the sadness that flashes in Xiao Ai's eyes unintentionally, and sometimes she wants to look at it carefully but there is no trace.

Although Xiao Ai is still a little darker, it can also be seen that her facial features are small and exquisite, under the long eyelashes are a pair of eyes with radiant eyes, the bridge of the nose is upturned, and the prismatic mouth is small. It's just that Xia Qingyu couldn't help but feel extremely sorry when she thought of a stunning beauty like Xiao Ai who had grown up like Shen Yu and was biased, just imagine that any stunning beauty would like to read books on marching and fighting, and how could any stunning beauty put on armor and go into battle on the dusty battlefield of life and death.

Therefore, every time Xia Qingyu looks at Xiao Ai, who often follows Shen Yu, he inevitably sighs in his heart. Xia Qingyu sat on the chair, and the whole person seemed to be paralyzed there without strength, supporting her chin with her right hand, rolling her eyes, listening to Shen Yu's homework on Xiao Ai's work, not caring about her image at all.

Occasionally, Nan Xin would come to see her, and when she saw that she had no image of a girl's family at all, she would gently persuade her, and Xia Qingyu just pouted disapprovingly: "I am a man in Xia Gongzi, and I don't need an image at all." I don't think it's the color of the country and the city, and I don't need to think about any beauty, because the behavior is all based on temperament. Nan Xin only shook her head helplessly when she heard this, and felt that Xia Qingyu was more dissolute than her fourth sister, although her fourth sister was pampered and rude, and she didn't have much image when she was annoyed, but she still maintained the soft image that her daughter should have, but according to the quality of her character, the fourth sister could not be compared.

Xia Qingyu really couldn't stand this kind of dull and boring days, and then took advantage of Shen Yu's inattention to sneak out of the door again, jumped into the kitchen and took a bunch of food and got into the flowers to lie down. Xia Qingyu smelled the sweet fragrance of flowers, while admiring the clear blue sky overhead and the snow-white clouds drifting leisurely, and occasionally one or two small birds flying freely in the air. Xia Qingyu reached out and grabbed one from a plate of fried peanuts on his stomach and threw it into his mouth, chewing it with a click, it was so fragrant and crispy that he couldn't stop eating.

Sometimes, while eating, she still thought thoughtfully about the scene under the flower tree, and she tried her best to think of the voice and smile of the cold and lovely boy, and tossed her brain tired, and she turned the fallen flowers around her into a ball, and then fell asleep peacefully with a pile of fallen flowers.

Xia Qingyu had a dream, and it should have been a sweet dream to make it by pillowing the falling flowers and smelling the fragrance of the flowers, but on the contrary, she was directly awakened by the heart-piercing pain she felt in the dream. When she woke up, she still had palpitations, and she still felt a faint pain in her chest, Xia Qingyu raised her hand and touched the corners of her eyes, which was wet, which showed that she was crying, crying in her dreams, and crying outside her dreams.

In the dream, she stared straight at a couple of newlyweds who were performing the wedding kneeling ceremony as if she had lost her soul, but the focus of her eyes was only on the groom who was saluting, she couldn't see his face clearly, only saw his slender and straight figure, and felt that the gorgeous red brocade dress that originally showed enthusiasm and brightness was worn by it with a strong cold and cold meaning.

When she looked at him, her heart was also the feeling he gave her at the moment, like falling into an ice cellar, cold to the bone, but she still couldn't freeze the heart-rending pain that Xia Qingyu felt in her heart, she heard that something was torn, and then she wanted to have a sharp knife from the inside out, slashing one by one, trying to pierce her heart, piercing into thousands of holes. That's what it feels like to be heartbroken.

Xia Qingyu couldn't stand the huge pain, she couldn't breathe, tears flew in the corners of her eyes, her mind was blank, she suddenly felt that her feet were hanging in the air, and the dizziness of losing gravity suddenly made her wake up from her dream suddenly, covering her chest with both hands and sweating profusely. The feeling in the dream was too terrible, after thinking about it for a while, Xia Qingyu felt heartache, and couldn't help but rinse and shed tears, and couldn't control it for a while, so she hugged herself and curled up into a ball and cried sadly.

I don't know how long I cried, Xia Qingyu finally stopped, her eyes were red and swollen, her eyes were still full of grief, she raised her hand and wiped the tears on her face, she cried while wiping it, cried and cried, stopped crying, stopped crying, and couldn't help but fall down like beads with broken threads when she touched her tears slightly. Later, it really didn't work, Xia Qingyu grabbed the hem of his clothes and wiped it vigorously, wiping his cheeks red, and plugging his eyes with his clothes, and he couldn't see it for a while before he got up to go back.

Xia Qingyu used his sleeves all the way to block the red and white, red and white faces, sneakily back to the door of the room to see if anyone was in the room, and was overjoyed to find that Shen Yu and Xiao Ai in the room were not straightening up and were about to rush in, but found that they were blocked by a person.

Xia Qingyu was shocked, thinking that it was Shen Yu, her whole little face was wrinkled, and she slowly lowered the sleeves that covered her face a little, and when she looked at it, her heart was relieved, but it was His Royal Highness the Crown Prince Nan Xiangmo who was idle and wandering around.

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