Xiao Zhuo was playing in the harem all day long when he was a proton in Daliang, and he flirted with Feng Qingxuan's eyebrows, which was logical, and the proton and the princess were in love for two lives, which was unprecedented in the world.

And Ling Xiao, Feng Qingxuan, has paid attention to him early on, and often accompanies Xiao Zhuo, Feng Qingxuan and Xiao Zhuo are awkward on weekdays, and Ling Xiao is often the one who says good things.

When Ling Xiao came in and draped her clothes on Feng Qingxuan's body, she recognized the familiar orchid fragrance, which was the sachet she made for Xiao Zhuo herself, and after several twists and turns, it was transferred to Ling Xiao's hand.

Ling Xiao has always been careful, and he has always been able to help Feng Qingxuan.

However, Xiao Zhuo has always been ruthless to Feng Qingxuan, and he is arrogant and arrogant, and he reported to the imperial court early to arrest Emperor Daliang to set an example.

Feng Qingxuan was silent for a while, Ling Xiao was silent, and tightened the robe on her body, picked her up and walked out of the tent, Feng Qingxuan felt stable for the first time in these months in his arms.

She slowly closed her eyes, her mind was chaotic, one moment was the court of the Great Liang, the other was Xiao Zhuo's face, and the head of her father who was hung above the palace gate that day, bloody, she was very scared, fear filled her brain, she wanted to cry, but there were no tears.

She trembled, Ling Xiao thought she was cold, and hugged her tighter.

When she returned to Lingxiao's tent, Feng Qingxuan was already dying, because of the child, and because she had no intention of living, the paleness on her face showed that she was getting weaker and weaker.

Today's Ling Xiao was a little flustered, he had always been honored and disgraced, but at this moment he panicked, Ling Xiao ran out of the camp, tripped over stones on the road several times, hit the soldiers several times, fell under Xiao Zhuo's horse, and almost died.

In the end, he walked in front of Xiao Zhuo with a look of embarrassment and exhaustion, and he pulled Xiao Zhuo off the horse undecidedly: "Qing Xuan can't live today, go find the imperial doctor." ”

Xiao Zhuo straightened out his clothes slowly, leaving him time to breathe, and then said slowly: "It's not that I was almost broken, how can it be so serious, not to mention that you don't know medicine, and the imperial doctor can't surpass you." ”

Ling Xiao patted Xiao Zhuo's hand, interrupted him, and said indignantly: "I'm treating the disease, not the injury, she has paid you back enough, you don't have to get an inch, and if you don't find someone to come, you're afraid it's too late to regret it." ”

Xiao Zhuo looked stunned, shook his head coldly, and said in a serious tone: "Enough?" Never enough? She is not paying my debt, but the debt of the south wind. ”

With a bang, the sound of things falling sounded, and when the two looked for the sound, Ling Xiao ran first to pick up Feng Qingxuan who fell to the ground, she ran out sickly, and she was only wrapped in a layer of torn tulle, and Ling Xiao's slightly larger robe was hanging crookedly.

As far as his eyes could see, seeing Feng Qingxuan's dried blood on his thighs, Xiao Zhuo's hands froze on his cuffs, and he had nothing to say.

Aside from the layer of the replacement of the Liang and the Great Yuan Dynasty, Feng Qingxuan still remembers very clearly about the south wind here, it is a famous man who likes Xiao Zhuo, three years ago, was brought back to the palace by Feng Qingxuan, and then became Xiao Zhuo's heart, singing a small song around the beam in the back garden all day long, serving Xiao Zhuo for more than a year, but he has not received a word of self-friendliness.

After all, it was under Feng Qingxuan's nose, as we all know, it was she who first used her affection for Xiao Zhuo, Xiao Zhuo did not respond, but she did not refuse, Feng Qingxuan always felt that Xiao Zhuo was a wandering man, and he couldn't know what he wanted.

But fortunately, Xiao Zhuo never gave Nanfeng a definitive word.

Feng Qingxuan always felt that the love between the two was the greatest gift in the world, and the joy of the two was the best result, those names and positions were just a false name, since Xiao Zhuo did not respond to Nanfeng's affection, Feng Qingxuan thought about sending her back, so as not to hinder her eyes.

Feng Qingxuan can see the south wind in Xiao Zhuo's dormitory every day, and feels that she is a gentle girl, a poetic, amorous and talented woman, but the more such a woman is, the more tenacious her heart is.

One day, Feng Qingxuan called Nanfeng out, arranged a sedan chair, and planned to secretly send him out of the palace, but Nanfeng refused to get on the sedan chair, she knelt in front of Feng Qingxuan, with tears in her eyes: "Princess, don't send the slave family back, please." ”

Feng Qingxuan looked at her with a pear blossom with rain, and her heart softened a little, but when she thought of Xiao Zhuo, she still refused ruthlessly: "There is no need for you in the palace anymore, you can go back, and you will not be treated badly in terms of money." ”

In Feng Qingxuan's eyes, she has always been a well-behaved and sensible woman, but that day she was particularly bold, so bold that she ran to the lotus pond, glanced at Xiao Zhuo's dormitory, and jumped into the lake in a daze.

In winter, there was a thin ice on the surface of the lake, but it could not withstand the sudden fall of the south wind, and it plopped into the water with a sound, and the blood floating on the lake surface was smeared.