Looking at Su Yunran, who was so silent, Su Yunyan raised his lips, gently scraped the tip of the small nose of the person in front of him with one hand, and said with a smile: "Xiao Ran." ”

"Fourth sister."

Su Yunran raised his eyes unexpectedly, interrupted the words that Su Yunhua was about to say, and looked at her quietly, the soft and well-behaved people on weekdays all receded, and the delicate face was covered with a faint sense of condensation, which made Su Yunhua stunned and lost his words.

"Fourth sister, do you know that King Jing is not what he seems?"

Hearing this, Su Yunhua paused, his breath stagnated slightly, looking at Su Yunran's expression was a little more surprised, but he also recovered quickly, his face was even softer, with an undisguised smile, he didn't think too much, only nodded solemnly, and responded: "Fourth sister knows." ”

Of course, she knew that Xiao Kongye was not as comfortable and graceful as he appeared on the surface, nor was he as beautiful as everyone said.

He was just a small palace maid, and there was no strong backing to protect him in the harem, and the palace girl passed away in a hurry after giving birth to him, leaving him alone, facing all the patterns of open and secret battles in this palace, and the strange changes of the wind and clouds.

Even if he is very talented, if he does not have a good background and protection, it will be difficult for him to grow up peacefully in such a magnificent existence as the palace.

Everyone has their own position, there are many women in the harem, many of them are women from big families and big forces, and they have a very tough backstage, which is far stronger than his mother who has no title.

There are also many princes and princesses, with high talents, and Xiao Kongye is not the only one.

However, he only has a high talent, but he doesn't have any backstage protection, and he is only Xiao Kongye alone.

He's the only one.

As a result, his situation is much more dangerous.

The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it.

With such a good talent, naturally someone will not let him grow up healthily.

In the deep palace, it is too easy to get rid of a person, or a child like Xiao Kongye, who has no background to attach, no relatives, and stands alone, and it doesn't even need any too formal reason to make him have no place to stand.

It's just a prince born to a palace maid, in the palace, in this crowded and prosperous palace, there is really no status at all, and it can be said that it is a precarious existence.

Here, every day there are all kinds of life happenings, some people come and some people leave.

The emperor who is high above will not care.

In the harem, all kinds of women don't care.

No one cares.

If you want to survive, you have to rely on yourself.

Xiao Kongye, when he was young, was not favored.

However, Xiao Kongye survived and lived a very unusual style.

He is the king of Jing praised by everyone in South Vietnam, with extremely high cultivation and strong ability, he is deeply appreciated and favored by His Majesty of South Vietnam, and is highly praised among civil and military officials.

Every time I think of this, Su Yunhua's heart will involuntarily throb, as if she has a big hand all the time, pinching her heart mercilessly, that kind of extreme pain, overwhelmingly pressed down, as if to drown her.

Up to now, Su Yunhua clearly remembers that on that day, Xiao Kongye brought this string of drunken moon stones.

He was dressed in a bright red brocade robe, ignoring the eyes of others, living freely and freely, as fierce as the most ardent flame, with a kind of karmic fire that burned the prairie at once, burned all her worries and defenses, and bloomed the most prosperous flowers, scorching and bright under the light of the sun.

His pair of rippling peach blossom eyes seemed to be brewing the deepest and most intoxicating peach blossom brew, and the faint aroma of wine spread, wisps of wine, into the heart of Su Yun's painting.

In just that moment, she was drunk and unconscious, and sank into his sparkling gaze.

I can't tell what day it is.

So, under Xiao Kongye's scorching gaze, Su Yunhua stretched out his jade-white hand and placed it firmly in his broad palm.

At that moment, Su Yunhua only felt that there seemed to be a little more implication in her heart, and the drunken moon stone on her wrist was obviously taken from an extremely cold place, but it was with a temperature that could not be ignored, and there was a deep warmth, which made her eyebrows and eyes bloom with a thick smile.

Thinking of this, Su Yun's eyes actually bloomed with a different look, as if under the gorgeous sunset, the flowers of the trees were scorching and blooming, and the clear condensation reflected the bright light, fading away the coldness of the body, leaving only the scorching temperature.

Looking at such Su Yun's paintings, Su Yunran's gentle thin eyebrows became tighter and tighter, and a bad premonition surged in his heart, and the hands in his sleeves were also tightened a little, and his nails were embedded in his palms, bringing a trace of pain.

Looking at Su Yunran, who was condensed, Su Yunhua smiled gently, and her slender fingers gently pinched her slightly pale face, and said with a smile: "Xiao Ran." ”

Su Yunran's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he had recovered from his deep thoughts, and his gaze fell back on Su Yunhua's flushed face, his expression was slightly moved, and his complexion eased a little.

Seeing this, Su Yun smiled brightly, and slowly spoke with the girl's unique thoughts: "Xiao Ran is still young, there are many things you don't understand, and when you grow up, you will understand." ”

Warm, Su Yunran couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, a faint curiosity appeared on his face, tilted his head, and said suspiciously: "Fourth sister, what is it that Xiao Ran doesn't understand now?" ”

Su Yunhua pondered a little, smiled on his lips, did not answer Su Yunran's question, and only asked another question.

"Xiao Ran, do you have a favorite man?"

"The man you like?"

Su Yunran frowned slightly, his eyes moved slightly, but he was silent and did not answer.

Su Yunhua smiled slightly, and his palm stayed on the top of Su Yun's dyed hair, with a temperature that could not be ignored.

"Xiao Ran, the empty night is the man of the fourth sister's heart."

Hearing this, Su Yunran's pupils shrank slightly, looking at Su Yunhua's determined gaze, his heart couldn't help but tremble, a strange and unfamiliar emotion rose from the bottom of his heart, and the tip of his nose was filled with an inexplicable sour feeling.

"The Man I Love"

Su Yunran groaned in a low voice, the fingers in his sleeves slowly tightened, and then loosened again, but in a moment, a thin layer of cold sweat had already formed in his palm.

"What does the man you want?"

Listening to these obviously dazed words, Su Yunhua was also slightly stunned, in front of him was Su Yunran's delicate little face, white as jade cheeks with a sickly paleness, even so, it was difficult to hide the posture of the city, and the slightly immature face was shrouded in a layer of dazed thoughts at the moment, and there was no joy or anger.

Su Yunhua blinked his eyes, a peaceful smile bloomed on his face, his palm moved away from the top of Su Yun's dyed hair, and stroked the string of drunken moon stones on his wrist, and a green skirt fluttered, with a faint sense of confusion.

"The man you like."

"It is"