"Miss Liangchen?" Gong Zixuan raised his eyebrows, his voice with a hint of coldness, and he looked surprised.

Hearing the sound, Ye Anan turned around suddenly. When I looked at it, my face rippled, and I was a little overwhelmed for a while. After a long time, she came to her senses and blessed her body.

The boy in front of him is like walking in a painting. I saw that his eyes were as crystal as black glass, with only coldness in his eyes, and dignity and arrogance between his eyebrows. The golden sunlight set off his handsome face particularly dazzlingly.

Dressed in a colored plain clothes, but embroidered with purple pythons, it looks noble and elegant, and the upper body exudes a special aristocratic atmosphere.

"Liangchen has seen the three princes." Her voice was like spring water, and although she pretended to be calm, there was a hint of trembling.

"I haven't seen Miss Ye for a long time, but what's wrong with her?" Although Gong Zixuan's tone was relatively indifferent, there was a strange look in his eyes.

"Liangchen's health has not been good, thank you for your concern." Ye Anan lowered his head, not daring to look into his eyes.

It's not easy to finally see him......

"Then are you here to enjoy the peach blossoms today? The weather was nice today. Gong Zixuan gently picked a peach blossom and inserted it in Ye An'an's hair.

Ye Anan was a little flustered by such a move, she held her breath and looked at him stunned with her palm-sized face, with a little moisture in her eyes.

"Miss Liangchen's clothes are too plain, and it's just right to insert this peach blossom. The peach is dying, scorching its glory. Miss Liangchen is in the prime of her youth, and she should live up to her youth. Gong Zixuan smiled faintly and withdrew his slender fingers.

"If Miss Liangchen has nothing to do, this king will leave first, and this king will go to Lord Shangshu to talk about some political affairs." Gong Zixuan's tone was still light, and he looked at the woman in front of him and said.

He's leaving...... What should she do......

"Lord Wang, wait." Ye Anan plucked up his courage and called out to him.

"What's the matter with Miss Liangchen?" Gong Zixuan turned his head with a puzzled look.

"Good day...... Joy ...... Rajah. Ye Anan bit his lip and lowered his head, closed his eyes, and looked at death as if he were at home. The soft lips were stunned by her biting out the salty liquid.

As soon as Ye An'an said this, Gong Zixuan's figure was stunned.

"Miss Liangchen doesn't have to talk nonsense, this king shouldn't have heard it." Gong Zixuan looked at her frightened appearance, straightened her body and replied shallowly.

In ancient times, women regarded their names as life. If any woman dares to show her heart like this to the person she loves, it will be regarded as debauchery. Generally, women will give poems to show their hearts.

"This king will leave first, the weather is still cold recently, Miss Liangchen take care." Gong Zixuan politely said goodbye and walked away.

Ye Anan looked at his body that was gradually moving away, his body was empty, and he fell to the ground weakly.

drew an opinion, hurriedly startled, shook his own lady and cried: "Miss, don't be scared, wake up quickly......"

Gong Zixuan frowned when he heard the voice. A pair of black boots stopped beside Ye An'an and slowly picked her up.

It wasn't until the second day that Ye Anan woke up weakly. She was so thirsty that she got up and staggered to pour water. Unexpectedly, as soon as he touched the tea cup, he was smashed to the ground by himself.

The shattered porcelain slag cut through her slender and delicate feet, and red blood flowed down. But as if she couldn't feel it, she picked up the teapot and drank it directly.

What's the use of her? No one likes her, no one wants to ignore her, no one wants to approach her. She was alone, weeping and sad.

"Miss, what's wrong with you? You okay. Miao Shi and Huayi heard the sound and hurriedly ran in.

Looking at the wound on her young lady's foot, the two little girls were full of distress. Huayi took the handkerchief and bandaged her young lady, while Miao Shi cleaned the fragments of the teacup.

As if she thought of something, she burst into tears, opened her lips and asked weakly, "Huayi, how did I come back yesterday?" ”

"Yesterday, Miss you fainted, and you couldn't do anything about it, so the third prince hugged you back when he saw this." Thinking about yesterday's situation, the painting replied word by word.

"You mean, it was the third prince who sent me back?" Ye Anan wiped his tears, and even his eyes were happy.

"Yes, the third prince also instructed the slave maid to take care of the young lady." Huayi hurriedly relieved that she knew why the young lady was sad.

"Yes...... Are you sure? Ye Anan said as if he was very unsure.

"Of course it's true, how dare the slave deceive Miss?" Huayi looked at the young lady's blushing face, and she happily revealed two small pear vortices.

It turned out that he sent me back. Seemingly...... He didn't hate me that much. Although he doesn't have me in his heart, it's better than such a bleak love.

Ye Anan encouraged herself over and over again in her heart, took out the piano that her mother had given her, and put it in the courtyard to play.

Her ten fingers were as beautiful as jade, plucking back and forth on the strings, and the beautiful sound poured out in an instant, it was so soft and moving, like a clear spring flowing, and like the murmur of birds in the forest, one fold and three sighs. Suddenly, the music changed, and the sound of the piano became sonorous and resolute, like waves and fire.

Although the sound of the piano is beautiful, there is a hint of lament, helplessness and sadness......

Ye Liangchen's small courtyard happened to be close to Murong Mansion, and Murong Yan, who was painting Danqing in front of the case, heard this. I couldn't help but stop my pen and frowned.

The sound of the piano came from the courtyard of Liangchen, but I didn't expect her to play the piano. But why is the sound of the piano so mournful? Isn't she happy......

Is he going to go over and have a look? It's just a wall.

Thinking of this, Murong Yan jumped up the wall. His martial arts may not be as superb as Gong Jingchen and his father, but his light skills are indeed good.

He jumped off the wall gently, and saw Shuya and her dignified sitting there playing the piano quietly......

I had never seen her before, so quiet and peaceful, and so self-pitying. But it doesn't seem like her, and she's not as weak as that.

Murong Yan's eyes flashed with some unknown emotion, and he looked at Ye Anan with a complicated expression.

Ye Anan was startled by Murong Yan who suddenly stood beside her, and she shouted in fear: "Who is this son?" Why trespass into the small courtyard. ”

Murong Yan saw her look flustered, and hurriedly made a silent action. Then his gaze unconsciously lost again, why did she look so resistant.

"Liangchen, I'm Murong Yan, don't you know me?" The corners of Murong Yan's mouth overflowed with a wry smile, and he looked at Ye An'an in front of him.

"Childe, the little girl doesn't know you. And the little woman has always been out of the door, thinking that you are the wrong person. Ye Anan quickly regained his dignified appearance and looked at him with beautiful eyes.