A heart-wrenching chill.

Yes, people, it is when you are sick that you need to be visited, cared for, and cared for by your loved ones.

If he is healed, why should he be visited?

That's a paradox.

However, he didn't know how to explain it, his mouth was dry, and his heart was like a knife.

She turned and walked away.

He silently followed behind her.

Along the way, I looked at the scenery of the family temple, and the sun shone on a patio, a small wooden house, a bed inside, and in addition, a few teas.

Although it is clean and elegant, it can't hide the cold.

Just like the clothes on her body—it was a kind of coarse cloth shirt, simple, shaped like a folk woman, similar to that on Liu Er's body—this was far from the slaves and singers in Master Feng's house yesterday.

She is no longer Feng Zhaoyi.

It's really not been for a long time.

It's just a woman in this poor wooden house.

When she entered, he closed the door with his hand, and his hand was stretched out and propped up against the door.

For a moment, I was speechless.

She sat down alone in a wooden chair, her face facing the window, looking at the wild flower stands, which spread out of the window one by one, and the air was filled with a sweet smell.

Originally, the wild flowers and vines grew far and scattered, and Ye Jia personally tidied them up one day, pruned them, and led them to the roof of this house, and from then on, evergreen flowers bloomed in spring, summer and autumn.

She looked at the flowers, she was stupid, and she forgot the man standing at the door—at this time, she only thought of Ye Jia alone, and remembered where he was?

On the road? In the mountains? Inn?

Running around?

On the way to visit yourself?

Where is Yega?

"Wonderful ......"

"Wonderful ......"

"Wonderful ......"

……

The man at the door opened and closed his mouth, but she was absent-minded, she was not listening, and she did not know what he was saying.

Guilt, self-blame, repentance, or please...... She didn't care, not even what he meant.

But when he came over and put his arm around her shoulder again, she had to care.

She stood up, her attitude was very cold and detached: "Your Majesty, this is a family temple, it is not appropriate to stay, please go back." ”

Such a cold attitude was something he had never imagined—and for the first time he felt flustered—more flustered than when she had broken with him.

It seems that this is the beginning of a real rupture.

It's like the essential question that he only thought of at this time: After so many years, Miao Lian hasn't changed, right?

He forcibly dispelled this idea of himself, no, no, Miao Lian will not change - that is the woman who loves herself the most in the world, even if everyone in the world changes, she will not change.

Especially, when he took her hand—the big hand rubbed over her palm, and only then did he notice the roughness under the slender jade fingers—the palm of her right hand, slightly raised, and inside it was an ugly scar like a pale red caterpillar—the burn of the year, the scar from when she broke off her palm...... Layered and overwhelmed.

This scar made him even more uneasy.

In my heart, I became nervous in front of her for the first time, as if I had a sense of powerlessness that I couldn't grasp-

"Miao Lian...... I'll pick you up...... Let's go back to the palace, okay? ”

Back to the palace?

Such words are like a sharp knife in the heart.

At that time, she suddenly collapsed, hysterical, a desperate revolt.

She viciously pushed him away, panting and heartbeat, and being a thief: "Your Majesty, please go back quickly." This is not a place to stay...... Master Feng, they should be looking for you everywhere...... Your Majesty, go back......"

He was very stubborn and very resolute: "Miao Lian, you go back with me." ”

Then, he turned to the door: "Come on, pack up for the mother!" ”

This "mother" simply made her wake up from a dream.

"Get out...... Get out...... I didn't need to pack anything......"

Liu'er and the guards were all dismissed by her.

Tuoba Hong stood across from her, staring at her carefully—for the first time, he felt that this woman was so strange, as if she was no longer the same Feng Miaolian she had been—no longer the sick and dying woman she had been, full of despair.

"Wonderful ......"

She restrained, forcefully restrained: "Your Majesty, please go back......"

His large hand suddenly reached out and wrapped it tightly around her waist. His chin rested on her shoulder, almost voraciously breathing in the clean scent that came from between the ends of her hair—

Even if there are three palaces and six courtyards, no matter how many women there are—but, that kind of first love, any man, can only be once—within a lifetime, only this time, such a shortness of heartbeat, such a blood boiling—all the unhappiness of the past is swept away. It's as if the hug of two people is so natural, so intimate.

His breath was filled with ecstasy: "Miao Lian...... Hello, I'm so happy...... Let's start again...... I'll treat you well and start over...... I've been thinking about you a lot all these years...... I couldn't be happier...... Miaolian, I'm so happy......"

As he spoke, his lips rubbed against her soft neck, and on her fair face, he breathed the faint taste of her mouth—the faint sweetness and fragrance nourished by the porridge and side dishes in the countryside, by the life of the world—and even the shadow of illness disappeared.

She was so healthy, so beautiful, so elegant—it was the gaze of a lover full of magic—Miao Lian at this time—in his opinion, unparalleled in the world—

It seems that it is not a woman who has been familiar with his wife for a few years, but a new and intimate lover - love at first sight, and full of deep pity and understanding -

Even when he rubbed the wound on her slightly rough palm, he was even more joyful—lo and behold, this was the proof that she was so pitiful and loved herself.

"Wonderful ......"

His hand was pulled away once more—it was she who had done everything in her power to separate his body from herself, at a relatively safe distance, and the expression on her face was surprisingly cold and pale.

"Your Majesty...... You please come back! ”

He suddenly felt a little aggrieved.

The voice also became a little hurried: "Miao Lian...... It's me who is bad...... If you're angry, just scold me...... It's okay to hit me for a few words......"

It's always like this - those years in Beiwudang, which he has long forgotten, suddenly revived.

I don't know when it started, the cardamom girl, the young man with spring, they suddenly opened up, they were no longer the usual blind fights when they were children, and they could see shyness and dodging in each other's eyes - at that time, the two had feelings for each other, so naturally. Whenever there was a little unpleasantness, he would always let her go, always saying, "If you're angry, hit me a few times......

Of course, she never really hit him—because he was the Son of Heaven.

She is not a girl who is too arrogant, at most she pouts, stomps her feet, runs away, turns around, and sniffs Qingmei again-

However, at this time, she didn't pout, she didn't stomp her feet, and of course she didn't hit him, but her voice was colder: "Your Majesty, it's not early, please go back......"

"Wonderful ......"

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for visiting me. You can see it too, I'm safe and sound, you can go back......"

"Miao Lian...... It's all right...... I'll take you back......"

"Go back? Where to go? ”

"Of course, it's the main hall."

She laughed, a faint mockery floating on the corner of her mouth, and stood in the main hall! He even returned to the main hall.

"Your Majesty, what are you going to do when you go back to the main hall?"

“！！！！”

"There is a queen here, a concubine, who can monopolize the main hall without authorization?? And what about the high beauty? She is the mother of the crown prince, where does she put it? ”

He hurried: "Miao Lian...... Not what you think...... By no means! The main hall has always been kept for you...... They had never been...... The main hall is just your ......"

It's okay not to say it, but when you say it, old hatred and new hatred come to my heart together.

From the original Feng Zhaoyi to the current Feng Zhaoyi.

When there was no queen, he was Zhaoyi; Now that there is a queen and a high beauty, she is still Zhaoyi.

A man can give a woman a name, which basically represents how much weight this woman has in his mind.

Why should he continue to pretend here?

Her voice was cold and stern: "Please don't say this anymore, Your Majesty." This place is shabby, unable to entertain guests, and if it damages His Majesty's dragon body, I really dare not take it seriously...... Please......"

Tuoba Hongpestle stayed in place, staring blankly at her.

But she had turned her face away and looked at the window.

He didn't go out, and he wasn't defeated by her surprisingly coldness. He stood at the window, looking at her thin shoulders, her slender body hidden under the wide azure shirt, and the whole person had completely detached herself from the glitz and nobility of the court—completely, and became a very strange appearance to him—just a simple woman.

But the simpler it is, the more it is a fatal attraction.

Perhaps, our lives are too complicated, and we have long been hurt by all kinds of excuses, dust, and injuries - witnessing palace fights every day, witnessing the struggles between powerful ministers, to the fights between concubines and wives...... After so much time, he suddenly returned to such a simple environment, facing a simple woman, and he was like a treasure.