The night is getting heavier and colder, only the sound of wind and snow outside the window, several braziers in the house surround the bed, Qianqian lies on it, and the beautiful brocade quilt is finely embroidered with peony patterns.

The peony stitches are fine and neat, with the best silk thread, shining like a jewel under the background of the candle flame, looking at it for a long time as if it is alive in the spring day, indescribably delicate and rich.

But in this way, I can't get a little bit of color on my face.

Qianqian was groggy, constantly breaking out in a cold sweat, and her face was red and white, and sometimes it was abnormally blue. A handful of green silk scattered into several strands that snaked under his arm.

Rue Xiang wanted to stay and serve, but after Zhuo Yinfeng glanced at Jin Yu meaningfully, he actually asked Rue Xiang to boil the medicine and let Jin Yu stay and take care of it, and he stayed for a while before shaking his head and sighing back to the study.

Before leaving, he turned his head and glanced at Jinyu, there was some praise and appreciation in his eyes, but more doubts were in his eyes.

The moment Jinyu closed the door, she kept the overwhelming cold out, and although the room was warmed by the brazier, she couldn't help but feel a chill on her body. Such a chill came from the glance when Zhuo Yinfeng left.

In order not to let his relatives not be humiliated by digging up the grave, did he show too much today, so that Zhuo Yinfeng noticed the deep face he hid behind his cynicism.

But after thinking about it, it's not right, after all, I've been in the Nangong Marquis Mansion for so long, and the hardships of the board have been eaten, and there are no fewer white eyes on weekdays, plus the temperament of doing things in the palace is a little more restrained, and it is natural for the head to turn faster.

But even so, Jinyu still had an uneasiness in her heart, the person who had been following behind her. That person didn't need to think about it, it wasn't arranged by the crown prince, Zhuo Yinfeng arranged it himself, otherwise Zhuo Yinfeng wouldn't have known what happened in the daylight law so quickly.

Although Jin Yu was anxious, she also knew very well in her heart: if there was no way to gain Zhuo Yinfeng's trust, he would always be under surveillance, and the only way to find an opportunity to make meritorious contributions to Zhuo Yinfeng and the people behind him was the best way.

Took a toothstool and sat next to the soft collapse to accompany Qianqian, the room was quiet and scary, in this silent air, Jinyu only felt that danger was constantly approaching her, if she didn't take action again, there would soon be a disaster.

And at the moment, he is just a musician in Taichang Temple, and what he does every day is to manage some instrumental music in the palace, what kind of contribution do you make here to get the affirmation of Zhuo Yinfeng and the prince? As the New Year is approaching, various grand ceremonies and sacrifices in the palace will be held in turn, and some of them will be attended by the emperor......

Emperor? Jin Yu only felt that a trace of morning sunshine suddenly penetrated into the snowy winter night, and the corners of her lips hooked a beautiful arc, how could she forget the emperor.

Occasionally, the cold wind poured into the room, and the agate bead curtain hanging on the door of the carved moon cave shook gently, shining out a bright light like breaking ice, and Jin Yu saw the source of the brilliance in that bright light.

At this time, Qianqian, who had been dazed, let out a low groan, and although the flush on her face had dissipated a little after the dressing, it was still very swollen. Qianqian kept going in one direction, probably because her shoulders were already sore, and she wanted to turn around but her face was suppressed, and she finally moved a comfortable position before falling asleep.

This turn, a pair of hands like spring shoots were exposed, Jin Yu reached out to pull the quilt but saw that Qianqian's palms were red, and Jin Yu felt trembling in her heart when she looked closely.

Qianqian's skin is well maintained, and her hands are even more frosty and snowy, but the palms are densely covered with small wounds, which should have been cut by those dead grass when pulling weeds today.

When did she do all the hard work of a young lady raised in the depths of the boudoir, how could her tender skin endure the blades of grass as thin as a blade.

Jin Yu carefully held Qianqian's hand in her hand and covered it on her chest, as if a lost treasure had been recovered, and she was reluctant to let go.

The love is so deep, if it is not for each other's lovers, how can they experience the deep affection in it; The fate is shallow, and there is a deep enmity between the clans, and they come for revenge, and the only thing that the two can do in the end is hate.

If that is the case, then why let two people suffer.

Jin Yu gently stroked Qianqian's forehead, rubbed it gently, not daring to use her strength for fear of waking her up in her sleep, and a sigh came faintly: "Qianqian, if you can't bear it, let me help you end everything." ”

It's over, even if he can only appear in front of her as Jinyu in the future.

The wind and snow outside the window seemed to be a little smaller, and Jin Yu pushed the window to see that large patches of snow were falling one after another like a tear, and the sky and earth were already pale. The world is white and flawless, without a trace of impurities.

Jinyu was completely sleepy, leaving a wax light.

He has been living in the Nangong Marquis Mansion for a while, and except for Qianqian, the rest of the people don't treat him very well, and because of this, he has some private space.

After living outside for ten years, I learned a lot of new skills for revenge, and it is not a problem to make masks.

Ten years later, do you still remember what you looked like back then?

Jinyu smiled bitterly, took a pen and painted her former appearance, kneading the dough, shaping the bones, applying a pigskin as thin as a cicada's wings, and then puffing powder, drawing eyebrows and sticking eyelashes and eyebrows, and when it was midnight, time seemed to go backwards, and Su Wenxi, who Qianqian had been thinking about, finally stood alive in front of the mirror.

Tonight is windy and snowy, and Qianqian is infected with wind and cold, which is the worst time, but only at this time when she is sick and can't tell the difference between reality and dreams is the best opportunity.

And it doesn't matter if there is someone outside guarding tonight, even if that person gets the news, it's just that the uncle of the Nangong Marquis Mansion is doing another prank.

The sound of dripping came slowly, just after the third watch, if you sleep peacefully, the dream at this time should be the most heavy and fragrant time, but Qianqian is very unstable, but she refuses to wake up, as if she is sinking in a nightmare.

Jin Yu changed into a plain white robe, took a long Xiao from the Bogu shelf on the side of the wing, and quietly pushed the door out. The snow is still falling, the night sky is like an abyss without a trace of light, Jin Yu gently stroked his face, and looked into the distance with his eyes, the vast snow field himself can't see the distance, and the person hiding behind him should not be able to see his own appearance clearly!

Jin Yu smiled coldly, walked straight like a plum garden, and when she passed by Nangong Hou's bedroom, she inserted a tranquilizing incense under the window, even if it was thunder, Nangong Hou couldn't wake up tonight.