Looking at the figure gradually becoming clear in the distance, Lin Luo's heart was slightly expectant, but also accompanied by loss. The handsome sword eyebrows towered into the sideburns, and the deep outline carved a rigid and cold line, and as she approached, a faint smile appeared on the originally expressionless face.

Luo Yun, who was standing on the side, saw it in his eyes and sighed deeply for him, Miss is the future queen, and they are just subordinates, he hopes he understands.

"Ahem...... Luo Yun clenched his fist with one hand and coughed heavily on his lips twice, looking very similar to his eyebrows, eyes and contours. The only thing that doesn't match is the softness that emanates from itself.

He glanced at Lin Luo, who was shaking his head, and reminded Lin Luo with a voice that only two people heard: "Miss will be the queen of Nanxia, the mother of a country, and we are just a little guard, put away your thoughts as soon as possible, otherwise no one will be able to save you." ”

Hearing Luo Yun say this, Lin Luo's eyes instantly dimmed. He didn't understand that. If his mind could be controlled, he would never ....... His deep eyes drooped. It's just that for a moment, it returns to its usual perennial indifference.

Mei Wu took Ruo'er to the front of Huating Pavilion, the corners of her lips were accompanied by a light smile, and she nodded slightly to the two of them. Even with that faint curvature, everything around him was not dim in an instant.

Glancing at the closed door, Mei Wu said, "Dad, Mei Wu is here." ”

Half-loud, "Come in" The voice in the room was low and magnetic.

Lin Luo respectfully stepped forward and pushed open the closed door, his face couldn't help but be solemn.

Simple and solemn study, as soon as I entered the door, I saw the bright yellow color placed on the desk. His eyes darkened. The hands placed on the abdomen are unconsciously tightened. The whitened joints are hidden by a gentle silk handkerchief. If you don't pay a little attention, no one will notice the change in that moment. Just imagine, the mother of a country is the status that many women dream of, but who knows, it is also a cage that imprisons a woman for a lifetime.

Mai Wu turned around indifferently and came to the inner room. Looking at Xiahou Yuan, who was busy in front of him and between calligraphy and painting, he called softly: "Dad." ”

Xiahou Yuan was silent for a long time, still busy with calligraphy and painting. After a while, he raised his head, his handsome appearance, and his elegant temperament like a fairy, at a glance, no one would believe that the "Shura King" rumored by the outside world was a man who looked no more than thirty in front of him. It's just that the atmosphere that exudes from the living is not close to people, and people can't help but be afraid.

He looked at the dancing standing in front of him, his brows furrowed unconsciously, and his voice was a little disgusted. said: "The Empress Dowager has decreed that it will be a good day after ten days, and the wedding day between you and the emperor will be set on that day, and you will stay in the courtyard for these days and don't go out." After the deep thief, he lowered his head and continued to do the unfinished painting.

Mei Wu's face was natural, and he said calmly: "I know." ”

Regarding Xiahou Yuan's coldness, Ningwu has known it since he was a child. I don't know why, though. But when her mother was alive, the elder told her that she was very happy in her life and could marry him, and she was very grateful for the fate that God had given her, and although she knew that he did not love her, and had never even smiled at her, she was content to know that he did not hate her.

For her mother's intentions, she has always been very confused. Daddy's coldness is not like a stranger, and sometimes the hatred that emerges from the tangled eyes is obvious. Why does a woman never ask her husband to treat her? And why is my father so cold to my mother? Full of questions, she really wanted to ask her mother, but seeing her mother's face turning pale day by day, she didn't ask after all, she knew that her father's coldness was the only medicine to support her mother. At least it hadn't evolved into bitter hatred, she didn't ask, she understood.

It wasn't until the night of her mother's death that she really saw a man's face, ruthless, he could order with an expressionless face and bury him immediately, even if he looked at it more, just that look, he didn't disdain. Mother's amorous and father's ruthlessness made her understand that love always happens before the other party is hurt.

Thinking of the past, Mei Wu couldn't help but be a little cold to the father in front of him. There was nothing superfluous, he said, and she replied. This is how father and daughter have been together for two decades. There is no need to meet, never meet.

Time passed slowly, for a long time. Putting down the paintbrush in his hand, Xiahou Yuan stood with a straight waist, and there was a little ink on the hem of his clothes. Because of his graceful movements, there was no trace of discomfort. He stepped around the desk and came to the dance. The deep gaze stared deeply at the dance for a long time.

He didn't speak, and she didn't ask.

The dance is still plain with eyes and nose, nose and mouth. Stand elegantly.

Half ringing, Xiahou Yuan's face flashed a trace of imperceptible contradiction. finally sighed and said, "You think that you can evade your responsibilities by seemingly being indifferent to everything?" Junxiu's brows were deeply tangled, "As long as you are still a member of the Xiahou family, then you will never want to get rid of your due responsibility." Your back symbolizes the Xiahou family, on the contrary, you will also be the glory of the Xiahou family. The voice suddenly became cold, "Unless you die, you will always be Xiahou Meiwu." "Those eyes were sharp and cold. Obvious impatience but not the attitude of a father towards his daughter. The flame in the depths alone is enough to burn away the only remaining father's love.

"Yes, Dancer." In a short sentence, he still answered respectfully and politely, and he was still so calm and indifferent.

Xiahou Yuan looked at the daughter who looked more and more like her mother in front of him, he still didn't pass his own level after all, and said indifferently: "Since you remember it, then retreat." ”

As if swearing her fate, the dance saluted, "That dance is gone." ”

Ruo'er outside the door walked around, chattering: "Oh, why hasn't Miss come out for a long time?" Suddenly, there was a shout, "Yes, could it be that the Hou Ye disagrees with the young lady to take me into the palace together." The big round eyes immediately showed panic. The light green hem was also wrinkled.

Immediately after that, Lin Luo's cold voice came from behind him: "Congratulations to Miss Miss." ”

Ruo'er immediately turned around, looked at her own young lady who came out, and immediately stepped forward, looked at Mei Wu and said, "Miss, is the Hou Ye not agreeing to Ruo'er to enter the palace with you?" ”

"Who said that?" Seeing her anxious face, Mai Wu didn't answer and asked.

"Isn't it? Miss, you went in for so long to come out, I thought I couldn't enter the palace."

Mei Wu really felt helpless, and said: "No, you are my personal maid, and you will definitely follow me into the palace." ”

Hearing Mei Wu's answer, Ruo'er suddenly realized, then pursed her lips and muttered in a low voice: "It turns out that Miss has known for a long time, and I have been worried for a long time, so I am the only one here to be amorous." ”

Hearing her complain, Mei Wu's pursed lips pulled into a faint smile.