Xiyue went crazy drinking in the snow this time, and eventually made herself sick.

She was half asleep and half awake, feeling groggy and uncomfortable. A man held a handkerchief and stroked her forehead for her.

The movements were gentle, as if afraid of waking her up.

Xiyue opened her heavy eyelids and felt that the person in front of her was a little blurry. The person who came sat in front of the bed, against the light, could only vaguely see the figure, and could not distinguish the face. Xiyue grabbed the hand of the visitor and said in confusion: "Xiaoyu, why did you become so tall?" ”

The man paused, then chuckled. He whispered in Xiyue's ear, "The princess is sick and confused? The minister is a minister, not Xiaoyu. ”

This voice - Xiyue suddenly woke up, her eyes widened, although she still couldn't see his face clearly, but her hand subconsciously took out a sharp hairpin from under the pillow, and then stabbed at him.

It's not disorganized, and it's no different from an eye-closed attack.

Jiang Duyun easily subdued her, only to hear a crisp sound, and the hairpin fell to the ground.

The sneak attack failed, and Xiyue was furious. She tried to break free from his control, but she was imprisoned by him, unable to move in her arms.

"The princess wants to kill me?" Jiang Duyun asked in a low voice, "They said that the princess was sick, so the minister hurried over, and the princess treated me like this?" ”

Xiyue laughed when she heard this: "Did you come to see me dead?" ”

"Or do you want to see me kneel on your knees and beg for mercy and let you let me go?"

Jiang Duyun touched the messy hair on her head and whispered, "How could the princess kneel and beg for mercy?" ”

The two of them are close to each other, which should be a couple of lovers. Xiyue looked at him with affection, but she didn't feel the warmth at all.

Because Jiang Duyun is always like this, with the most gentle and beautiful voice, he says hurtful things.

She looked at Jiang Duyun murderously, her black and white eyes were hot and a little foggy in them, looking like a lake washed by water.

Jiang Duyun didn't move.

He saw the murderous aura in Xiyue's eyes, which was clearly and undisguised, and it really hadn't changed at all.

Jiang Duyun couldn't help but chuckle, and then covered her eyebrows with one hand.

The sight suddenly fell into darkness, Xiyue panicked, and then heard him say: "The princess can't be like this, everything is written on her face, and it is easy to suffer." ”

Xiyue sneered: "You want to teach me the art of maneuvering power, like you, eating people without spitting out bones?" ”

Jiang Duyun was not angry, he took the comb, straightened her messy hair, and said, "I have to thank the princess for helping me." If it weren't for the princess's help, where would the minister get to where he is today? ”

He said it calmly, but Xiyue froze all over, and her blood seemed to be frozen.

Yes, it was she who lured the wolf into the house, and when the Jiang family destroyed the door, she tried her best to keep Jiang Duyun behind, and she had to let him stay by her side; It was her indulgence with him again and again that made him soar to where he is today; It was also her arrogance, who thought she could control him, which raised his courage and let this sword hang over her head.

It was a long, long time ago, and when I think about it, it's endless.

Xiyue's hair was knotted at the end, and she couldn't comb it for a long time, so Jiang Duyun took a pair of scissors and cut it off.

In the past, when he was still the head of Xi Yue, Xi Yue liked to let Jiang Duyun dress up for herself. This kind of thing, Jiang Duyun is still pleasing to the eye, it is obviously a woman's boudoir business, but he just painted a romantic situation, as if painting.

In the past, Xiyue liked him the most.

But at this time, Xiyue slapped his hand away, frowned, and said, "Do you know that I hate you the most, but you still have to pretend to be high?" ”

obviously didn't want to crouch in front of her, but let her call and dominate, like a most qualified face.

It's so hypocritical.

Jiang Duyun put down the comb and put away the broken hair that fell to the ground: "Does the princess know that the minister also likes the princess the most like this, who is obviously very aggrieved, but pretends to be indifferent?" ”

"Y-you thief!" Xiyue was so angry that her tears were about to fall: "You are bold! Licentious! ”

Jiang Duyun chuckled, got up and straightened her hem, "The princess seems to be in good health, so the minister will leave." ”

Then he walked away without looking back.

Xiaoyu didn't know what happened that day, only that the beauty had become more silent since then, and her eyes were dull and boring.

And this Zhuangzi, there is still only a beauty, and no one comes to see her.

Occasionally, Xiyue would lie on the small couch by the window, looking into the distance in a daze. She looked at the dead plum tree and asked Xiaoyu, "Do you think that tree will still bloom?" ”

Xiao Yu saw that she cherished this plum tree very much, so she said with a clear conscience: "Yes, as long as Mrs. can get better, this plum tree will also bloom." ”

Xiyue shook her head, her eyes were hollow, and there was no light in them. "You silly boy, it won't bloom again."

"Plum blossoms are resistant to the cold, but they still need a warm sun to bloom. You see, it's so cold that it won't bloom anymore. ”

"Flowers bloom and fall from time to time, always thanks to the monarch of the East...... The Eastern Monarch is the Eastern Monarch, and there is no Eastern Monarch Xiaoyu. ”

Xiyue's voice suddenly whimpered, and she cried loudly, not caring about her image at all.

This change came suddenly, Xiaoyu was stunned, and she didn't know how to comfort her.

"Husband, madam, there will be a ...... of the sun" Xiao Yue was overwhelmed by her mournful appearance, and she was about to cry.

Xiyue shook her head, her lips moving, as if she was saying something. It's just that she cried so much that she couldn't breathe, and Xiaoyu didn't hear a word.

She is not Jiang Duyun's Dongjun, and Jiang Duyun is not her Dongjun. used to be in the princess's mansion, where Jiang Duyun became her confiner; Now it's her turn, and she's going to die here.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and Xiyue's tears clouded her vision, and she could barely see anything.

Growing up, she has never cried so miserably because she is a princess. No matter how heavy the robe and crown pressed on her body, she could only straighten her back proudly, and she could never bow her head.

But today, she felt that she had to cry like this.

She's not a princess anymore, she's a prisoner.

There was a sorrow in her heart, Xiyue frowned, and suddenly her throat swelled. She opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Then, Xiyue fainted and didn't know anything.

Xiyue's illness was menacing, and she has been bedridden ever since.

In fact, it is not without warning, it is said that mourning is greater than heart death, she is devastated and decayed inside, but her appearance is quite bright.

Now the skin could not hold it anymore, and it withered.

After all, she didn't survive this winter, just like the plum tree in the corner didn't survive the heavy snowfall.

Near the end of the year, Xiyue fell ill and died in Jiang Duyun's other village.