He leaned down, tied the Hongyu pendant around her waist, and held her soft shirt with both hands: "Don't call me the prince in the future, you have to call 'Ah Yi' or 'Ah Qi', do you know?" She looked at his serious face ignorantly, only to feel that one eye was bright enough, and the burning gaze burned with a gentle flame, dyeing her cheeks with a delicate morning glow: "Then you can call me 'Pei'er', this is what only my father and brother can call." ”

"Yes, Peel. There is also this jade pendant, which must be worn all the time and not taken off. ”

"And what shall I give you?" She looked down at the silver dagger at her waist, revealing a reluctant expression. He couldn't help laughing, and reached out to scratch her nose: "Just give me a smile, okay?" The winter sun shone through the carved panes, and with a dazzling brightness in the coldness, she raised the corners of her lips and smiled like flowers in his deep eyes.

He stepped forward and placed a kiss on her lips, like the delicate sound of melting ice and snow. The years of the golden cage were as boring and boring as she expected, and the only consolation was that he could talk and laugh.

She drinks, he reads, she dances, he paints, seemingly unrelated, but they are also closely related.

"I originally wanted to marry a hero who was angry, but who knew that I married a gentle and elegant talent." She stood on the swing, looking at him as he was studying hard, and complained.

He raised his eyes in disappointment, seven years of time had flowed through his fingers, but her obsession still haunted his heart.

She must have regretted that she met her that day, and a few words of conversation and laughter buried her life's freedom...... When she saw that he ignored him, and was still thinking about his thoughts, she kicked angrily, and the swing flew over the railing, and he was so frightened that he threw the scroll in his hand, and hurried to run towards her, catching her who had fallen from the swing.

"Bang-" There was a muffled sound, and his face turned blue with pain, but he gritted his teeth and endured it, still letting her lean against his warm chest.

"Pelle, I'm not a hero." He lowered his head and kissed her earlobe: "But we can, give birth to a little hero, okay?" She stretched out her hand to wrap her arms around his neck, and said with a light smile: "Actually, it's good to marry a talented man, Wen Yan is intoxicating, but talented people are all amorous,"

"You're so prejudiced against me." He frowned, and used his warm lips to (plug) her mouth.

"Then you say, what if you lose me?" She took off the silver dagger, but did not open it, and only pressed the scabbard against his neck.

"If I Xiao Yi loses his wife Xu Zhaopei in this life, I will be punished by heaven and earth and die alone." She covered his mouth: "Forget it, it's weird and scary, let's talk about the little hero." ”

"That's right, isn't a talented and beautiful woman a perfect match?" He held her tightly in his arms, as if he wanted to melt into each other's lives.

On that day, the spring was beautiful and picturesque, and Yiren was as beautiful as the glow, and he said that in this life you give up your freedom to stay with me in the deep palace, and in the next life I will leave you safe and follow you to the end of the world - however, the splendid years have passed, and the wind (flow) years have really invaded, and the young women with the beauty of Qiongzi have embraced the palace like stars, tenderly soothing his sensitive and inferior feelings, and boasting of the golden silk cage that she is a prison has become a fairyland on earth.

What she lacked was made up by them one by one, and in the bright stars, her full moon began to be incomplete.

She leaned on the railing and looked at him, and saw that he was surrounded by beautiful women like clouds, smiling and happy, exactly the same as the picture scroll of the talented man in her heart, that should not belong to her own world.

"Princess?" The maid called worriedly. She didn't say a word, walked forward, bypassed several palace corridors, and came to a secluded courtyard, where several concubines who had fallen out of favor were sitting sadly.

"It's easy to think crankily when you sit down, so it's better to drink alcohol and get drunk to relieve a thousand sorrows." She waved her hand in a dashing manner, and motioned for the maid to fetch ten jars of good wine.

"Princess, if you're drunk, I'm afraid it's not right." The maid hesitated.

"Wrong? I'm the biggest mistake in this palace, and I'm afraid of anything. She scoffed, and leaned over to the table to look for the bartender.

She returned to the room drunk, he frowned and put down the newly painted fan and greeted him: "It's so decent, why are you drunk again." ”

"Okay?" She looked at him dimly, ice chips rippling on her lips.

"I ......"

"Talented and beautiful women are a perfect match, so many beautiful women are waiting for you, what are you doing with me, a person who doesn't understand the amorous feelings?" She reached out to push him away, but he grabbed his wrist tightly, and in a stalemate, her chest was congested, and she couldn't hide her mouth before she vomited on him.

This burst of vicious vomiting made her eyes black, and she couldn't stand steadily, he hurriedly threw her soiled coat to the ground and carried her on the couch.

"No matter what, you will always be my wife, why bother like this." He stroked the messy hair on her forehead: "What is Pei'er making trouble?" She muttered in her stupor, and he put his ear to her lips, but he couldn't hear it.

After that, she no longer cared about the affairs of the palace, and turned a blind eye to the favored nobles, but often went to the cold palace to find the lowly concubine who had fallen out of favor to drink, and every time she was drunk, she was no longer willing to face him in sobriety, and he couldn't help but find someone to persuade him, but he heard her outside the door

"Talk big".

"The prince and his son talk about benevolence and righteousness, talk about morality, and they will never burn the piano and cook the crane because of such a trivial matter, at most they will be expelled from the palace, out of sight and out of mind, isn't this good?"

"Xu Zhaopei, do you really think you can see through me?" He grimaced, his eyes fixed on her.

"The prince really thinks that if I marry you, I will become a sword that is sheathed, and there is no edge?" She looked up proudly, just as she had seen it for the first time.

He stared at her for a while, and said like a curse, "You don't want to leave me." ”

"The prince won't let me go, then I will have to continue to languish and fall into the abyss that you can't look at......" She began to apply half of her makeup, and the withered and mutilated makeup was like a sharp dagger, piercing the scar in his heart.

In the midst of repeated provocations and humiliations, he left angrily, and then returned gloomily: "Pei'er, I know you are angry, wash your makeup, let's go back to the past, okay?" ”

"The moment you take me, you should know that we will never regain our memories."

"How have I failed you?" He argued: "Those women will never shake your position. ”

"The status can't be shaken, but they erode my heart." She smiled bitterly: "I'm so weird, a sword with a sheath, love is like this, and life is like this." "It's a road back, it's a gamble with no chances.