Zhang Zongsi looked at Yang Yurao's pear blossoms with rain, crying with pink cheeks red, he couldn't bear it, and hurriedly comforted: "You say, as long as you don't cry anymore."

I answered that you are. ”

Yang Yurao raised her head slightly, her eyes were shining with expectation, and she asked Zhang Zongsi timidly: "Really? ”

Zhang Zongsi smiled and nodded: "Really, as long as you don't embarrass me too much." ”

Yang Yurao lowered her head a little ashamedly, and whispered: "Zhang Gongzi, can you hug me, I don't ask for anything else." That's about it for the rest of my life. If you can hug me and give me a thought, I will die without regrets. ”

Zhang Zongsi was very proud in his heart, and he didn't struggle at all. Such a flower-like girl, who has a deep affection for herself, is just a lifelong wish to ask him to hug her. The love is so deep, how can he not be moved?

Zhang Zongsi's arm moved slightly, although he hesitated a little, but the root of the tooth did not avoid Yang Yurao's body slowly leaning over. When she got closer, Zhang Zongsi even opened his hand and gently took her into his arms.

Yang Yurao leaned on Zhang Zongsi's arms, and for a moment, she felt that Zhang Zongsi was hers, and it must be hers.

Among the flowers and trees not far away, Yang Yushu and Yang Qiqi stood together, and said with a smile: "Seventh sister, can you see clearly?" ”

Yang Qiqi's gaze was very flat, he pulled the corners of his mouth slightly, and asked Yang Yushu rhetorically: "Eldest sister, what if you see it clearly?" No, or should I ask my eldest sister what do you want me to do? ”

Yang Yushu smiled, "Seventh sister, you are a smart person, seeing such a prince of Yongping Hou, what do you have to marry him?" ”

Yang Qiqi raised his eyebrows and asked Yang Yushu rhetorically: "Why can't I marry her?" ”

Yang Yushu's expression froze, and she couldn't help but secretly slander Yang Qiqi for being too cunning. It was Youyou who said: "The Thirteen Princes like you so much, if there is no marriage with the Marquis of Yongping, maybe you will be given a marriage and marry the Thirteen Princes' Mansion as the princess!" What is that identity? I heard that the girl of the Gu family once laughed at you for marrying in the girls' school. Seventh sister, in fact, you have such ability, you must be dissatisfied with the humble background of Yongping Hou Shizi, right? ”

Yang Qiqi didn't seem to hear what Yang Yushu said, his expression was extremely indifferent, and he turned around and left.

"Eldest sister, if you and the ninth sister asked me to come here to show me this, you may have wasted your efforts. This marriage, I can retreat if I want to, I don't want to retreat, and the ninth sister doesn't want to enter the door of the Yongping Marquis Mansion. You'd better not be cautious with me, in fact, even if I divorce Zhang Zonghei, the ninth sister will not be able to be a wife. ”

Yang Yushu was secretly angry when she heard this, her hands were clenched together, and her knuckles were white, "Seventh sister, the second lady let the third sister not let her fulfill the marriage contract with the prince of Yongping Hou, and she had to let you go." In fact, the third sister is reluctant to marry, and the second lady also knows that this is not a good marriage. You don't think about the three princes, as well as the good family of the Duke of Yuguo, the Duke of E, and the Duke of Zhuo, and put such a big Buddha as a backer for you to be a backer, why do you still want to marry the Marquis of Yongping? ”

Yang Qiqi stopped, turned around and glanced at Yang Yushu slightly, and asked her rhetorically: "The eldest sister thinks that I have a better choice to do, unlike the ninth sister who is a concubine, has no backer, and has nothing." Therefore, you should spread my eight-character line outside, deliberately ruin my reputation, and find an opportunity to plot against Zhang Zonghei to rob my marriage. Because I am more benevolent than the ninth sister, I deserve to be used by you and the ninth sister behind my back. Should I give my own marriage to the ninth sister according to your wishes? ”

Yang Yushu was a little stuttered, she was weak in heart, afraid that Yang Qiqi would find something and settle accounts with her. The second is that Yang Qiqi's truth is not wrong at all, so she can't tell the difference.

"I really don't have anything to marry the prince of Yongping Hou. But if you do this with the ninth sister, I just feel very uncomfortable. ”

Yang Qiqi didn't finish speaking, Yang Yushu grabbed this sentence and asked Yang Qiqi rhetorically: "So, because you are a concubine." The prince of Yongping Hou was originally married to you, so the ninth sister can't even think about it? ”

Yang Qiqi sneered and said coldly: "The ninth sister not only thought about it, but also did it." While slandering and slandering me behind his back, he tried his best to plot against me, and at the same time he cried and sympathized with Zhang Zonghe. Eldest sister, don't shout that it's unfair to me that your concubine has something else to say. In order to marry well, the means are not wrong. But calculating people and harming others are another matter. ”

Yang Yushu defended herself: "How can we ever harm you! ”

Yang Qiqi snorted lightly, and said slowly: "You have not harmed me, you know the best in your heart." Just because I don't say anything doesn't mean I don't know anything. Eldest sister, don't take the opportunity I gave you as your ability with Yang Yurao. After Yang Qiqi said this, he didn't want to say more to Yang Yushu, and left this place directly.

On the other side, Murong Zhao heard that Zhang Zongsi was going to the White Horse Temple with Yang Yurao, and he followed him all the way to the White Horse Temple.

The weather was extremely hot, and An Liang couldn't help but complain while playing in the cold: "Your Highness, you are taking care of everything every day, what are you doing to come and see the private meeting between the Hou Shizi of Yongping and the nine girls of the Yang family!" Is it worth it? ”

An Liang was talking, and Murong Zhao saw Zhang Zongsi take Yang Yurao into his arms. Not far away, Yang Qiqi and the eldest girl of the Yang family were standing. Yang Qiqi's expression was extremely light, as if he hadn't seen anything.

When Murong Zhao saw such a scene, he inexplicably felt very sorry for Yang Qiqi. There are so many people and so many things that don't let her live in peace. Now she should be the best, the closest sister of a mother's compatriot, helping others to calculate her. What will she do?

Murong Zhao's gaze stuck to Yang Qiqi's body without turning, and he didn't leave for a moment.

But seeing that throughout the conversation, Yang Qiqi's expression was extremely calm and calm, but Yang Yushu didn't finish speaking, and the expression on his face changed and changed.

But Murong Zhao seemed to be able to see behind Yang Qiqi's straight spine, and there was a deep silence that no one else could see. In the eyes of others, Yang Qiqi is clearly blessed. But in Murong Zhao's eyes, Yang Qiqi is still the little seven who is alone in the snowfield. No one ever came near her, and she never came near anyone, as if forever, thin and lonely.

Murong Zhao didn't obey the call and walked in the direction of Yang Qiqi, and when he caught up with Yang Qiqi, Yang Qiqi himself had already walked to the Bell and Drum Tower. It was the place where Murong Zhao first showed her his heart.

Yang Qiqi stood in the place where he stood last time, and looked up at the cloudy sky. The dark clouds in the sky were thick and unusually low. It was stuffy and hot. In the middle of the night, suddenly a muffled thunder sounded from the sky.

Yang Qiqi said a little abruptly: "An autumn rain and a cold, summer has passed, and it is autumn again." ”

"It's raining."

A warm and low male voice sounded in her ears, just as a drop of rain fell on Yang Qiqi's cheek, she didn't have time to erase it, and when she turned around, she saw Murong Zhao standing in the place before she left last time.

The rain was like tears. Murong Zhao subconsciously raised his hand and erased Yang Qiqi.

He was so fast that she didn't even forget to avoid it.

Then, rain after drop. Neither of them had umbrellas with them, so Murong Zhao hurriedly took two steps forward, raised his hand, and used his wide sleeves to cover the rain on Yang Qiqi's head.

As a result, Yang Qiqi's whole person was half-wrapped in Murong Zhao's arms. It was so close that she was a little stunned. It seems that the rain is too heavy to fall on her a bit.

Murong Zhao smiled at Yang Qiqi and reminded her: "Let's go, if you don't find a place to take shelter, it will rain heavily." The autumn rain is cold, drenched on the body, and I am afraid that I will get typhoid fever. ”

Yang Qiqi was about to come back to his senses, and the two looked to the other side, without even discussing, and walked towards the eaves of the bell and drum tower very tacitly. This is the only place where you can take shelter from the rain for a while.

The rain curtain is extraordinarily fine, hitting the eaves, drop by drop. Like a beaded curtain with a broken thread, it is particularly crystal beautiful.

Murong Zhao lowered his head and naturally went to see if there was any wet place on Yang Qiqi's body.

This made Yang Qiqi suddenly think of many years ago, when they went to send snacks to the Queen Mother, they seemed to have such a scene. It was summer, and the rain came and went as fast as it came.

At that time, Murong Zhao also raised his hand to help her cover it, which showed that it was useless, so he pulled off the lid on the food box and covered her head.

She jumped to her feet in a hurry and hurriedly asked him to put the lid back. As a result, Murong Zhao said: "If you get drenched, you can make it again, but if you get drenched, you can't!" ”

All these years have passed, and he still treats her so carefully.

Murong Zhao saw that her eyes were heavy, for fear that Yang Qiqi would be unhappy, so he hurriedly explained: "I'm here to find Zhang Ziyong, I don't want to meet you by such a coincidence." ”

Yang Qiqi pursed her lips and smiled slightly, Murong Zhao saw her smile, and his heart was much more relaxed. Seeing the rain getting denser and denser, he said slightly crampedly: "Looking at the rain, I'm afraid it will rain even more, so let's delay here for a while." ”

Yang Qiqi casually reached into the thin rain, and the cool rain splashed on her hands, which was extremely cold.

Murong Zhao couldn't help but pull her hand back and reminded, "If you're like this, your sleeves are going to be splashed." The wrist should be uncomfortable. ”

Yang Qiqi turned his head to look at Murong Zhao, his black stone-like eyes were exceptionally bright and bright. She blinked slightly, and sighed with a smile: "I thought that His Highness Eleventh had grown up, was handsome, and his personality was colder, like a gold-lacquered statue, which made countless girls look up to him." As a result, I still broke my mouth like when I was a child, and my heart was a little sour.

Murong Zhao was surprised and delighted. She finally recognized him.