Hui Xiuyuan smiled sadly and laughed at herself: "After entering this deep palace, how can you talk about where to go." She walked to the door and looked at the layers of palaces, "I'm afraid I'm going to do it in my life..."

In the middle of her words, she suddenly stopped, and her gaze was fixed on one place.

Hua Qingrao noticed her strange appearance, stepped forward, and followed her gaze. Not far from the hall, the warm sunlight shone on the body of the beautiful couple, and everything seemed to be so perfect.

Hua Qingrao looked sideways at Hui Xiuyuan, and saw that her lips were white, and her hanging hands were bloodless because of their clenching. "That's where you go?" She asked softly.

Hui Xiuyuan's figure trembled, and she hurriedly hid the stars in her eyes, and said without concealing it: "There is no result between us, so why should I tie him up." ”

"But is this result really good for him?" Hua Qingrao asked.

Until Hua Qingrao left, Hui Xiuyuan still maintained that posture, and that question turned back in her mind.

As the sun sets, there is less heat and a little more tenderness.

"Brother Mao, you see that you have so much sweat on your forehead, I'll wipe it for you." Baoqin smiled happily at Mao Ziyi in front of him, took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, and stretched it out towards his sweaty forehead.

The moment they touched, Mao Ziyi's body trembled slightly, and he subconsciously wanted to retreat, but looking at Baoqin's expectant gaze, he still didn't withdraw from that step after all.

The smile on Baoqin's face was even stronger, and she wiped the beads of sweat for him carefully, "Brother Mao, you really sweat a lot!" As she spoke, her gaze seemed to be blankly fixed in the direction of the temple door.

Yes, she had already seen Hui Xiuyuan standing there, and everything was done by her on purpose.

In the past few days on duty in Linhua Palace, she was surprised to find that all of Brother Mao's feelings were not just wishful thinking, and Hui Xiuyuan had already had his share in her heart.

She was finally able to be with Brother Mao, and she couldn't let anyone snatch him!

Thinking like this, a trace of ruthlessness inadvertently crossed her eyes.

Mao Ziyi didn't notice her fleeting emotions, he only felt embarrassed at the moment. Although they are married by everyone, they have always been only in the name of husband and wife, but not husband and wife. What's more, in his heart, he just regards Baoqin as a person who has had a few faces.

He took the handkerchief from her and took a step back, widening the distance between them. "I'll do it myself."

The bitterness spread in Bao Qin's mouth, and she could clearly feel his deliberate alienation from her.

Mao Ziyi wiped it twice, then stuffed the handkerchief back into Baoqin's hand, and left with the sentence "I'm on duty" to leave.

The moment he turned around, Bao Qin shouted and stepped forward quickly, and hugged him from behind. "Brother Mao!"

Mao Ziyi didn't expect her to move, and there was an obvious softness on his back, and his whole body froze in place. What made him even more devastated was that as soon as he raised his head, he met Hui Xiuyuan, who was standing at the door of the hall.

Hui Xiuyuan watched Baoqin wipe his sweat meticulously, and the two of them didn't know what to whisper, and their hearts were already hurting like knives. Only at this moment did she truly feel that he was no longer the man who only sang for her at night.

The intimate act of the two embracing each other stung her eyes even more, making her unable to look at it.

Just as she was about to leave, the palace people who were waiting came over, glanced at Mao Ziyi's direction, turned his head and said with a smile: "Niangniang, look at it, such a blatant sweetness, it really makes the slaves and maids envious!" ”

Another palace person responded with a smile, and then flattered: "This is all thanks to the blessing of the mother, the mother is kind-hearted, and has the heart to fulfill this pair of beauties." ”

Hui Xiuyuan listened to these words, her eyes became cold a little bit, and there was no trace of temperature. She glanced at the palace man and said in a deep voice, "Why are you so talkative today." ”

Seeing her face sank, the two palace people knelt on the ground in a panic and begged for mercy: "The slave knows her mistake, and asks the mother for forgiveness." "They originally wanted to curry favor in front of Hui Xiuyuan, who knew that stealing chickens would not lead to rice.

"Go down and get the punishment on your own!" After Hui Xiuyuan finished speaking, she raised her head and glanced at Mao Ziyi coldly, and turned around and left without any nostalgia.

Mao Ziyi's eyes have always been fixed on Hui Xiuyuan's body, and naturally he didn't miss her cold gaze. It wasn't until her figure disappeared from sight that he came back to his senses and hurriedly broke free of Baoqin's hand.

Baoqin looked at Mao Ziyi with some grievances, "Brother Mao." Her voice was soft and glutinous, and it made people feel pity.

But at this time, Mao Ziyi's heart was full of the same look as when Hui Xiuyuan left, and he didn't have the heart to deal with her anymore, "I still have to be on duty, and you don't have to wait for me at night." With that, he fled.

Baoqin stood lonely in the sunset, but she lost this battle? No, she can't afford to lose! There was an unusually firm look in her eyes, and she glanced at Hui Xiuyuan's dormitory, and then turned to leave.

In the twilight, the moon is in the middle of the sky, and a star is lonely in the sky.

Hui Xiuyuan had already been served by the palace people and took off her coat, and was just about to go to bed, when the familiar singing suddenly sounded outside the hall.

Her heart moved, and she subconsciously stepped off the bed and ran briskly to the temple gate barefoot. The clear singing was a door away, and her fingers had covered the handle of the temple door, but she did not have the courage to open it.

After standing for a long time, her hand slowly slipped off the handle, hanging limply at her side. If they had known each other earlier, she hadn't entered the palace, and he hadn't married a wife, would there have been a different ending?

The coolness from the soles of her feet enveloped her, and helplessness and pain filled her heart, and her body sank little by little. She sat on the ground, with her back to the temple door, and the song seemed to be singing in her ear.

Her cold fingers wrote the words "Mao Ziyi" over and over again on the palm of her hand, as if she wanted to engrave his name into her heart in conjunction with his singing.

Bao Qin sat on the bed in a middle coat, the candlelight flickering, and the red oil dripping in the burning wick sizzled with an occasional "crackling" sound.

She pondered for a long time, as if she had made up her mind, took her coat from the side, put it on casually, and ran out of the house.

The wind in the night was cold after all, from the cheeks to the ankles. She rushed all the way to the door of the main hall of the Linhua Palace, and the scene in front of her deeply pierced her eyes.

She saw her titular husband standing at the closed door of the temple, tirelessly singing over and over again. The night has not returned, but it has been sticking to this place.

At that moment, her face was hot, her heart was cold, and she didn't know how long she stood and how much pain she endured before she turned away.

23