"The sea of snow knows its mistakes."

How keen the master is, how can he hide this trick from him. However, if it could be done all over again, Xuehai would still make the same choice.

"A man has to pay for what he does."

Xue Hai raised his eyes.

I don't know if Xiao Yu is talking about red sleeves or her.

Looking at Xiao Yu's line of sight, the night is dissolving, the snow is beautiful, and there is no special scenery.

Xiao Yu said lightly, "If all mistakes are not punished, and all successes are not rewarded, such a child will not grow up after all." ”

He has been in Beijing for a long time, and he is too laissez-faire to Chengba.

Xue Hai lowered his head and was respectfully silent.

She is just a subordinate, the eighth young master, and she is not someone she can judge.

When he looked up, Xiao Yu's figure was no longer in front of him.

"Miss." The maid came to help the sea of snow.

"Let's go." Xue Hai rubbed his head that was a little painful, "Go see Second Miss." ”

The mess of Baoyue Building has to be cleaned up, and it is impossible for the red sleeves to be left alone.

in the room.

Pear wood bed, plain brocade quilt. Cui Yan had already changed into a clean dress, her face flushed slightly, and her calm appearance was very cute.

Xiao Yu sat on the edge of the bed, his inky black eyes flickering, obscure.

The big palm went down her arm, but he didn't dare to hold her hand. The skin on her wrists was rubbed out of shape, and a lot of sawdust was pierced into it.

Murong Bai picked up the silver needle and gave her a little bit to pick it up and apply medicine, Xiao Yu saw it in his eyes, but he seemed to feel that the silver needle was straight to his heart along Murong Bai's hand.

Today's encounter is not the beginning, nor is it the end.

His identity predetermined that he could not have a peaceful life.

"Yan'er, do you blame me?"

If she hadn't been involved, wouldn't there have been fewer tribulations? The sleeping man on the bed, breathing evenly, did not give him any response.

He was very tired, but he didn't dare to sleep, he was afraid that as soon as he opened his eyes, Cui Yan would disappear again. God knows how frightened he was all day.

There are always so many bad guys thinking about his kittens.

Xiao Yu just kept looking at Cui Yan until dawn, and then closed his eyes slightly.

Cui Yan opened her eyes and saw Xiao Yu leaning on the side of the bed and falling asleep. The handsome face is no longer cold, dyed with a touch of fatigue, and his brows are twisted, even if he sleeps, he does not untie it.

Subconsciously, she wanted to reach out and smooth his tightly knit brows for him, but she didn't know that she pulled her injured hand and suddenly gasped in pain.

"Fight ......"

"Are you awake?" Because of Cui Yan's movements, Xiao Yu woke up.

His originally bright eyes, with red bloodshots, Cui Yan slashed a touch of distress.

In the drowsiness, she seemed to feel a fiery gaze condensed on herself, so gentle and extremely pityful, she really wanted to tell him that she was okay. However, her eyelids weighed a thousand pounds, and she couldn't open her eyes no matter what.

Looking at each other, both of them had a lot of thoughts in their hearts.

"Yan'er ......"

"The Emperor's ......"

Both spoke at the same time.

"You speak first!"

"You speak first!"

Xiao Yu raised his eyebrows and said with a light smile, "It's still Yan'er, you can say it first." ”

"I ......" came to her lips, but Cui Yan found that she couldn't open her mouth.

Xiao Yu is not a simple person, she also has her own story.

"Your Majesty, I'm a little thirsty."

Cui Yan didn't open her eyes, not daring to look at him.