She didn't answer, her cheeks were bitten very tightly, and her eyes seemed to fall on a certain place very intently, but in fact they were ethereal, and Tang Nan couldn't see that she was pretending to be calm at all.

"He was born in the royal family, he has been rich and noble since he was a child, and there are countless daughters around him, some are gentle and generous, some are delicate and beautiful, and you are among them, just as ordinary as green onions. Do you think you've won them over? Are you qualified to fight with them? ”

Tang Nan wanted to look at her increasingly pale cheeks, and gritted his teeth a little unbearably, but thinking that he wanted to cut off her thoughts at once, he could only say the words clearly word by word.

These words were as cold and greasy as a poisonous snake into her ears, Meng Yuyun's ears were buzzing, and the scenery in front of her was a little blurry. She swallowed, clenched her fists, and tried not to tremble.

In fact, what he said is not wrong, these Meng Yuyun are clear, but the little thought in his heart is deceiving himself.

"I never wanted to fight for it," Meng Yuyun defended herself, "I just had to watch him." ”

Even if he has a group of wives and concubines, and has a child after a few years, after more than ten years, his children and grandchildren will surround him and then kneel, and he will look happy, in her heart, he is just the person who rescued himself in the inky night.

"The emperor won't let him marry a poor girl with no identity," Tang Nan hated that iron could not become steel, "Why don't you know that you are sober?" If you continue like this, you will kill yourself sooner or later! ”

"I know, I know!" Meng Yuyun broke free of Tang Nanyu's hand, her face was painful, she covered her head and slowly squatted down, her voice was trembling, "Yes, I've been deceiving myself, but I don't want much, I just want to look at him from afar." ”

Tang Nan didn't want to push too hard, he looked at Meng Yuyun trembling all over, and his heart didn't know what was scratched, and it hurt a little. But Meng Yuyun's attachment to that person was really beyond his expectations, and if he continued to do so, he was afraid that he would really not be able to protect her.

"Qin Jing'an, that person, unfathomable, do you think you can afford to provoke him?" Tang Nan wanted to be afraid that she wouldn't be able to figure it out, so he accentuated his tone.

Meng Yuyun suddenly remembered that she was almost asked to enter the palace by Emperor Ming He at the banquet, but the person didn't say a word, her face suddenly turned ugly, and she only felt that Fang Cai's words had become a joke at this moment

"Yes, I can't afford to mess with it."

A faint voice came from between Meng Yuyun's lips and teeth, and she suddenly opened a smile, and her eyes fell on the red lantern that had not had time to be thrown away by the replacement not far away. I only felt that a heart was like the replaced lantern, trembling humbly in the cold wind.

When you think about it, so much has happened this year. Meng Yuyun lowered her head, with tears in her eyes, but the smile on her lips became thicker and thicker, "I just confused my gratitude to my life-saving benefactor with love, from now on, it won't." ”

Tang Nan wanted to move his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but he just looked at Meng Yuyun's appearance, and the words came to his lips and held back.

"You need to remember your words today." Tang Nan glanced thoughtfully at Zhang Chengzuo's closed door. Turning her head, she looked distrustful, but looking at the firmness in her eyes, she was relieved.

God knows, when Meng Yuyun said this, every word was like a worn blade, stabbing her heart one by one. The dull pain made her frown, but she still had a smile on her face.

After the New Year, Meng Yuyun carefully carried Su Xin back to the room, Su Xin slept soundly, her little face was flushed, and there was a drop of sticky saliva hanging on the corner of her mouth.

She returned to her room in the hustle and bustle of fireworks, and opened the drawer in front of the dresser, where a white porcelain medicine bottle was quietly placed.

This is what she secretly found from her master's medical workshop, and it is exactly what Zou Ran once said that if she eats it, her voice will completely become a man's voice, and there is no room for it.

Fingers gently attached to the bottle, with a halo of struggle floating in her eyes, Meng Yuyun moved her lips, smiled silently, held the cold porcelain bottle into her palm, and did not let go even if her diaphragm hurt. She curled herself up on the soft brocade quilt bed, her nose digging into the fabric, inhaling a faint scent.

And Zhang Yanzuo, who should have fallen asleep a long time ago, stood in front of the window lattice, he pushed open the window, looked at the locust tree with withered branches and leaves, there was no smile on his face, and his white hair was a little messy by the wind.

"What do you think she'll choose?" His throat was leaking, and his words were hoarse and unpleasant.

Tang Nan glanced at him mockingly, his hands under the wide sleeves of his coat were silently clenched into fists, and he didn't answer, his eyes just stared at the closed vermilion lacquer door.

Zhang Qizuo didn't care, his eyes were staring at the door, and he felt a little uncomfortable. But this feeling was quickly replaced by something else. Thinking like this, his eyes became colder and harder.

Meng Yuyun only thought that he was secretly taking the medicine, but where was his medicine so easy to say that he would take it.

A layer of fine cold sweat unconsciously broke out in his hand, pasted on the white porcelain bottle, a little greasy. She closed her eyes, poured out one and put it in her palm, slowly tucking it into her lips.

This series of movements, she did very slowly, as if she was deliberately waiting for something. Unfortunately, only the sound of fireworks is crisp and loud.

In a daze, Meng Yuyun fell asleep, the cold tears on her face had dried up, and tears were formed on her face one after another.

The raging fire swept through her dreams again, and she was helpless and weak, just waiting for someone to save her.

Such a self is too weak and useless, Meng Yuyun hated it, hated that she gave birth to a daughter, and hated why she fell in love with that person.

On Chinese New Year's Eve this year, she lost her voice and her qualification as a girl.

The next day, when Su Xin got up, she saw the dresser thrown out of the middle of the courtyard, and a dim bronze mirror.

She walked over a little confused, looking up and down, it was all excellent things, and it didn't damage in the slightest. Puzzled, he asked, "Don't you want this thing?"

"Don't." She was answered by a somewhat low male voice, a somewhat unfamiliar, slightly childish, as if she was still a child.

Su Xin looked for the source of the sound, and saw his master wearing a big hat, leaning obliquely in front of the vermilion door, and carrying a few oiled paper bags in his hands.

"I brought you buns, let's eat them quickly." It's still Meng Yuyun's face, but the voice is very different. In the past, although she spoke with a suppressed voice and a voice like a boy, she could always hear that something was wrong. And this, as if it was born, made Su Xin dumb.