Du Wei took Feng Siyuan back to the Zhenguo Mansion.

But she didn't immediately let Feng Siyuan go back, but made an excuse and invited him into the mansion to drink tea and rest, in fact, these were just for a few attendants who followed him at any time.

They serve this proton on the surface, but in fact, they will inform the emperor of his every move, and the military power of the entire north is in the hands of Feng Siyuan's father, and the emperor has to guard against it.

Du Wei stayed in the house for dinner before sending him away.

After bathing, Du Wei was so tired that she didn't want to move anymore, so she leaned on the bed and flipped through the books.

At this time, the voice of the maid Yu'er suddenly came from outside the door: "Miss, Mr. Cui is here." "In the past few days, Mr. Cui has come to check her pulse every night before she goes to bed, and today is no exception.

Du Wei held the book in one hand, leaned lazily on the pillow, and let Mr. Cui cut his pulse.

For a long time, Mr. Cui was speechless, and did not quit after saying goodbye as before.

"Why didn't you speak, sir?" Du Wei wondered, "Could it be that there is something wrong with my pulse?" ”

Mr. Cui glanced at the two maids standing in the room, Linglong and Yu'er, Du Wei immediately understood and sent them out.

"Sir, you have something to say to your face." Du Wei has experienced life and death several times, and now it can be said that she has taken everything lightly.

Mr. Cui took out a wooden box from the medicine box and placed it on the table.

"What is this?" Du Wei looked at the wooden box, but did not mean to open it.

"Antidote." Mr. Cui's mouth twitched a few times, and his voice seemed a little dry.

"What antidote?" Du Wei had already guessed three points in her heart, but she still pretended not to know why.

"The cure for the poison you were in the first place...... Antidote. ”

Du Wei raised her eyebrows, "It's a pity that this thing is useless now, and the poison on my body has been resolved." ”

The golden candle flame flickered, and the two fell into a brief silence at the same time.

She didn't ask about the source of the drug, and Mr. Cui obviously didn't want to take the initiative to explain, so the two sat and stood silently for a long time.

In fact, in the past six months or so, Du Wei has faintly guessed the truth of some things from Mr. Cui's every move.

Mr. Cui didn't say anything, because he was ordered by his master and did not allow him to tell the truth, but Du Wei still deduced some clues from it, but he was afraid that Feng Duhan was forced to agree to Princess Izumo's conditions for this antidote and leave Mo Ziguo with her.

He really wanted to save her, but for her, this kind of redemption was too heavy, forcibly cutting off the bonds between each other, enduring the despair of being cut off again and again, all she wanted was his company, even if it was only for a few days, she never wanted him to compromise for herself.

However, he still chose to let her suffer and despair rather than let her live, and he gave his best, but that was not what she wanted.

She knows that he is arrogant, even his feelings are not allowed for her to have the slightest doubt, any refusal is not allowed, he is selfish, domineering, even if it is for her good, he also chooses his unique way.

Now, he's back, but it's not back to square one.

She is tired, and now, the heart in her chest can no longer bear too many feelings, instead of crying and blaming each other with all her heart, she wants to live the life she wants peacefully, and for those who have hurt her, she will return everything she has suffered to them little by little.

As long as she is alive, there will be a day when it will be realized.

"This medicine, let's take it from Mr. Cui." In the end, it was Du Wei who broke the silence first.

Mr. Cui could only put away the wooden box with a wry smile, hesitated for a moment when he walked out of the door, and whispered: "The prince has been ...... for the past six months." It's been a hard time......"

Du Wei smiled silently: "My life is not so sweet." ”

One sentence choked Mr. Cui so much that he had nothing to say.

That's right, her life is not much better, she finally survived half a year, seeing the poison recur again, but there is no cure, the appointment of half a year has arrived, but there is no news in the twilight and cold.

In the end, if it weren't for the sacrifice of the child in Du Wei's womb, this big gamble would have ended in a fiasco, and the winner would have been Princess Izumo, as well as the crown prince and queen.

Mr. Choi let out a long sigh and stepped out the door.

Du Wei held the book in her hand, but after reading it for a long time, she realized that she hadn't even turned a page.

Painful memories are always difficult to erase, and I want to forget, but it is not easy to say.

Night, the capital.

The wind and twilight left the palace of the British king, a big red robe was slightly raised, and he got on the war horse, and the riders behind him followed closely.

In the night sky, the crystal disc hangs high, and the stars are sparse and the moon is bright.

Feng Duhan pulled the reins with one hand, raised his head and squinted his phoenix eyes, with a hint of coldness at the end of his long and narrow eyes, and his body swayed with the march of the war horse, looking like he was not lightly drunk.

Tsing Yi grabbed his war horse and leaned over, and said softly: "Lord Shizi, returning to the military camp is not in this direction......" He knew that the prince of Nanwang was not a greedy person, he had been by his side since he was a child, and he had never seen him drunk like this.

Feng Duhan sneered silently: "What? Are you really drunk in this world? ”

Tsing Yi immediately hung his head on the horse, "The subordinates don't dare." ”

"Let them go back first, so many people will follow." He urged his horse onwards.

Since they went to Mo Ziguo, Tsing Yi has become more and more unable to understand his master, Feng Duhan originally didn't talk much, except for the time after Du Wei married into the Nanwang Mansion, he rarely took the initiative to speak to outsiders.

In the more than half a year that he arrived in Mo Ziguo, he looked even more gloomy and cold, and he didn't even have a good face for Princess Izumo.

For safety, Tsing Yi left ten riders as bodyguards, while the others were sent back to the barracks first.

The wind and twilight cold horses seemed to be aimless, and the red robes behind him rose with the wind, and the black hair fluttered on it like a waterfall.

"Lord Shizi." Tsing Yi stepped forward again, worried: "Why don't you go back to Nanwangfu tonight to rest." ”

"Nanwangfu?" Feng Duhan's eyes were still looking at the full moon in the night sky, and he didn't turn his head and said quietly: "What is that place?" ”

Tsing Yi was almost so frightened that he bit his tongue, and secretly raised his eyes to look at the prince of Nanwang, thinking that the master would not be so drunk that he didn't even recognize his home, right?

"Kawaaki?" Twilight suddenly called out the name of one of the riders behind her.

"The subordinates are here." The rider respectfully bowed his horse.

"How long have you been with this son?"

"It's been more than six years since I returned to the world."

"Do you have a family?"

"Yes...... One wife, two children. Kawaaki said embarrassedly, and the other riders behind him all snickered.

"What about you?" The wind and twilight rode forward slowly, he rarely talked to these people about these things on weekdays, and now they were a little flattered.

"I have a wife and a girl."

"I only got married last year, and now I'm just pregnant, and I'll probably give birth next month......" Although each of them answered cautiously, the happy smile on his face could not be feigned.

Gradually, the wind and twilight became silent again, and under the moonlight, the demon cold's side face was as handsome and cold as a fairy, but it made people feel frightened.

Tsing Yi and the others all quieted down, no one knew what Nanwang Shizi was thinking at this moment, only the sound of horses' hooves kept echoing in his ears.

The thin lips of the wind twilight were hooked, and a touch of bitterness escaped.

I'm finally back...... Vile ......

However, the husband seems to be homeless...... DID YOU KNOW?