"The person you are waiting for can't come back"

The more Xuan Yi is like this, the more she can't show it, and the emotions she is holding on to completely collapse when she returns to the palace.

If it's Xuan Yi, Wei Wenchu is also among them, they are brothers! What he was going to do, she was going to do.

"Miss, don't worry, the prince is thoughtful and thoughtful, and he must have a countermeasure."

Si Zhao said a word, and her body completely collapsed after a day of hard work.

Oh, yes! He's been fighting for years, and he'll be fine.

The cold winter wind was raging, and the windows were whirring, and the sobs of a thousand snow shredded came from behind the house. "How can this be good, how sad it should be for the princess to know?"

After a night of raging winds, the red plums, which had only been in bloom for a few days, fell to the ground, as if to show something.

Dugu Muyu woke up in the chaos, and she lay down with her eyes open for a long time. Suddenly, she got up and opened the window at the back of the house, which had never happened before, as if it were predestined.

What came to my eyes was bright red snow, and red plums were ruined......

"Think! Think! ”

Somehow, seeing this devastation, her whole heart ached.

Everything is really doomed, Si Zhao came in, and followed by the maid next to Jiayang.

"The queen mother is seriously ill, and she is dying, and she just hopes to see the princess."

When she was serving the queen mother, she was sick, and her cough has been repeated, and now she is out of control, and she has run out of oil......

The maid's words came like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and Dugu Muyu didn't even know how she got to Fengming Palace. In a daze, she ran into the inner room, the smell of blood mixed with the heavy smell of smoke.

"Let's go!"

The man on the bed, who was as white as paper, screamed with all his might, coughing up blood in large gulps, and there was only pain on his shocked face.

Dugu Muyu was stunned outside the curtain and didn't dare to step forward, Jiayang saw her, and panted desperately: "Muyu, let him go!" ”

"Jiayang..."

Wei Wenchu seemed to want to say something, but in the end he just left helplessly, leaving a little blood on the road he walked. There was a pool of dark red blood left in the place where he stopped, and a blood-stained blade lay on the ground.

She should have guessed that every time she entered the palace, she lost a few points and described herself haggard. If I could have known earlier, I could have asked Mairen for medicine, but now.

Dugu Muyu lifted the curtain and walked towards her, every step was like stepping on the tip of a knife.

Jiayang leaned on Jing Wen's arms, his head leaning back weakly, his pale lips stained red with blood.

"Take me back, I'm tired of this land." Jiayang desperately held her hand, and his eyes gradually closed together.

Dugu Mu couldn't stop nodding in response: "I'll take you away, go back to Quanguo, and leave now." As she spoke, she hugged Jiayang and walked out, but Jingwen didn't stop her.

The warm sun outside the house shone on Jiayang's face, which made her even more beautiful. Wei Wenchu stood there and looked at them, not saying a word, but his persecution followed him in the silence.

"It's so warm."

Jiayang's head rested on her shoulder, but the voice was so thin that she couldn't hear it clearly, only feeling the cool breath slipping through her neck, and then there was no more.

Jiayang, like thousands of red plums, fell in this cold winter......

Wei Wenchu's eyes widened, and big tears fell out of his eyes, he loves Jiayang, at least at this time. Whether it's true or false, it's all gone.

"Stop!"

He snapped her footsteps, and the tall figure stopped in front of her.

"Take her home." Dugu Muyu hugged the fluttering person in his arms tightly, gritted his teeth and said word by word.

"She is the wife I am marrying, husband and wife should sleep together in life and die in the same cave, and she should be buried in the imperial mausoleum!" Wei Wenchu scolded and wanted to grab it, the disparity in strength, Dugu Muyu was invincible after all.

"This is her last wish, ask the emperor to fulfill it!" Dugu Muyu knelt down at him, this was the first and only time she begged him.

Wei Wenchu seemed to be unable to hear, his forehead was imprinted with Jiayang's eyebrows, and then a kiss was imprinted on his cold lips. As if he had made a decision, he walked straight into the inner room with Jiayang in his arms, and was indifferent to how Dugu Muyu knelt on the ground and cried.

After he went in about half a stick of incense, he walked out with Jiayang in his arms, her appearance was the same as at the wedding banquet, she was the crown princess who amazed Dugu Muyu's life.

At this time, Jiayang was wearing a red wedding dress, which was the red wedding dress when she married into the prince's mansion, which was embroidered by the top embroiderers of the Wei Kingdom.

But even if he has such a mind, he can't weave the relationship between the two of them.

Wei Wenchu took Jiayang and stepped out of Fengming Palace, wearing a Ming and Huang dragon robe through the long and lonely palace road. People, why do you have to wait until you lose it to know that you regret it?

Jing Wen knelt in front of the gate of Fengming Palace, and no longer stepped forward, she still had to guard Jiayang's bloodline and protect them to grow up healthy and worry-free.

Wei Wenchu carried Jiayang all the way out of the palace wall, and then bowed down into the eight-horse sedan chair and carefully placed her in the ice coffin.

"Send the queen home to save your relatives!"

He had his back to the city wall, and he and Jiayang were no longer there.

Dugu Muyu looked back at the lonely figure, at this time she didn't want to investigate why he murdered Wei Wenyan, and she didn't want to scold him for ruthlessly hurting Jiayang.

The hearts of the royal family are too unpredictable.

She wished him thousands of miles of country, countless beauties, and children. Because, this is what Jiayang wants to see.

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The snow in the northwest was falling day and night, the wind was blowing on the face like a knife, Dugu Muyu stopped at the border of Quanguo, and the remaining road of Jiayang was escorted by thousands of subjects.

The only way back is her and Si Zhao. The old people left one after another, and in those unbearable cold nights, she missed Wei Wenyan very much.

She knew he was going to be fine, it was his promise.

When they arrived at Shangyang City, they met soldiers who returned from a great victory.

In the bustling crowd, there was only one person, riding a dark horse, against the flow of celebratory people, and came to her side. This is her husband!

He held out his hand to her, and there was tenderness in his eyes.

"Mu Yu, I'm back!"

She looked up and smiled wildly.

That year, Si Muyu and Qingfeng, who were only eleven years old, secretly ran out, and encountered such a scene.

At the forefront is the majestic right minister Li Yi, and the second best after him is a young man. He had eyes as deep as a pool, and she looked at them and fell into them.

The people said that it was the Seven Princes, who were only fourteen years old and led an army of 100,000 to defeat the barbarian state in one fell swoop.

He became famous in a fight, and His Majesty named him Prince Mu!

Maybe the first time I saw the seven-year-old Si Mu Yu when I was young was a surprise to the ten-year-old Seven Princes, but the fourteen-year-old young general when I met him again was very exciting to the eleven-year-old Si Mu Yu.

She liked him, long before him.

That day, they did not welcome the crowd, they rode through the crowd on horseback and went to Jiangnan, which was the Jiangnan that Dugu Muyu had in his heart.

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