Xiangyang Hou cast his gaze on the face of the eldest princess of Yong'an, and the previous warm color was lost in an instant, although his voice was clear, but faint, "It's decided." ”

Mu Xuefu frowned at him, her subtle thoughts touched by the color in his eyes.

The lake of her unwavering heart rippled, and she could even hear the beating pulse in her chest. It was as if an invisible force was pulling her, making her feel so familiar and familiar with the person in front of her.

It's just that the ripples are not as affectionate as Jing Rong, but more like a call from the blood, yes, like relatives, with inextricable blood ties.

However, she didn't know him in her memory, and she had no relatives in this world.

The eldest princess Yong'an's face turned white in an instant, and her helpless eyes turned around, and finally projected on the face of Xiangyang Hou. She grabbed his arm tightly and said in a low voice, "Well, now that you've decided I'll have to respect." ”

Taking a light breath, her face returned to normal, she turned around and pulled Mu Xuefu, cordial as usual, "Take me elsewhere to see." ”

Mu Xuefu responded with a smile, her eyes wandered between the two of them, and then she took the eldest princess Yong'an to take a look around.

It didn't take long for Jing Rong to come back, and at this time the meal was ready, just waiting for him to come back. He cleaned his hands and said, "Why is the imperial sister so idle to me today?" ”

Yongan looked at him and said with a smile: "I'm also fine, I wanted to visit you, but who knew that you entered the palace." Now the injury is all healed? ”

Jing Rong sat beside Mu Xuefu, "I have recovered, Sister Lao Huang is worried." ”

"That's fine." Yongan sighed lowly, quite regretful, "Everyone is fine when I came back last year, but now things are wrong, first Concubine Li's mother and son died, and then the sixth rebelled and committed suicide in fear of crime, and now the imperial grandmother is also gone, and even Jingwan was killed by assassins." Alas, why hasn't it stopped for the past two years. ”

Jing Rong poured her a glass of wine, "The world is impermanent, don't be sad, sister." Does the imperial sister plan to live in the imperial city or return to the fiefdom in a few days? ”

The eldest princess of Yong'an glanced at the Marquis of Xiangyang and said, "I originally wanted to leave in a few days," paused, "My father was also deeply affected this time, I thought about accompanying him more by his side, doing his filial piety, maybe I could be a little more comfortable for him." ”

"Also, if you want to say that the emperor's uncle loves the most is the imperial sister, if you stay in the imperial city, he will be happy." Jing Rong bowed his head.

"My father is old, and I, as his eldest daughter, should have been filial piety by his side, but I have come back only a handful of times over the years, which is really unfilial." Yong'an's mood was a little low, and he drank two glasses of wine in a row.

Jing Rong soothed: "Sister Huang's happiness is the greatest filial piety to Uncle Huang." Talking to her, Jing Rong didn't ignore Mu Xuefu, took a chopstick of her favorite dish, and smiled at her.

Yongan looked at the delicate color of their husband and wife, envious, picked up the wine glass again, took a sip, his eyes wandered around Xiangyang Hou, and saw that he was silent, and his heart was like catkins falling from a high place to the ground, secretly sad.

At the right time, Xiangyang Hou raised his head, and happened to see this scene as well, the affection in their eyes was lingering, and they knew how much affection they had at a glance. He smiled with relief, she had a husband who loved her, and he could rest assured.

"Seeing you husband and wife so sweet and sweet, I look envious." Yongan raised his eyebrows and smiled, watching Jingrong and the two filling each other's vegetables, a touch of melancholy flashed in their bright and radiant eyes.

Jing Rong also clipped her with chopsticks, "Aren't the imperial sister and brother-in-law also harmonious and affectionate, why do you still envy us?" I still envy you, you are still inseparable for so many years, and you are two people together wherever you go. ”

"We are already old husbands and wives, how can we compare with you?"

Yongan reluctantly pulled the corners of his mouth, pretending to smile, but no matter how Mu Xuefu looked at it, he felt that there was a bitter taste on his lips. After pondering for a while, Mu Xuefu smiled lightly: "The sixth day of the sixth month of June is the birthday of the prince, if the imperial sister and the imperial brother-in-law are free, I wonder if you can invite the two of you to get together again?" ”

Yongan froze slightly when he heard this, looked at Jing Rong, and lightly tapped his forehead, "Oh, look at my memory, I actually forgot your birthday." I said that my brother's birthday was one day and the horse's birthday, but I couldn't remember it. It turned out to be you! ”

This time, Mu Xuefu was stunned, she looked at Xiangyang Hou, "Hou Ye is also the sixth day of the sixth month of June?" ”

Xiangyang Hou nodded and said solemnly: "On the sixth day of the sixth month of the year of Bingzi." ”

As soon as the words fell, Mu Xuefu looked at him in a daze as if she had been struck by lightning. The more I looked at it, the more I felt that his face was familiar, and slowly two faces appeared in front of me, one was him and the other was my brother, and gradually the two faces overlapped. Her heart shook, her body shook slightly, and she took a sharp breath.

Impossible, impossible, must be an illusion. Her brother was dead, and she had seen the arrow pierce into his body.

"What's wrong, Fu'er?" Jing Rong saw that she had been staring at Xiangyang Hou, and she didn't feel good in her heart, but seeing that her expression was wrong, she hurriedly asked.

Mu Xuefu smiled and said, "I just think it's a coincidence, the prince and the emperor's brother-in-law actually have the same birthday." ”

Xiangyang Hou suddenly said: "Sometimes fate is a joke, maybe this is not called coincidence, it is called fate." ”

Hearing this, Mu Xuefu tilted her head and looked at him again, looking at the smile drawn on the corner of his mouth, her heart was inexplicably warm. Turning her head to look at Jingrong again, her heart was like a wind wheel blown by the wind, constantly turning. She would feel warm when she looked at these two men, but why was it different?

Jing Rong was not satisfied with his smile, which was too gentle and bright to dazzle.

He smiled politely and said, "Of course the family has fate, otherwise you wouldn't marry my imperial sister." ”

Jing Rong bit these two people very hard, obviously warning him that he was a family man. Xiangyang Hou smiled a little at this, and said: "Yes, a family, this is fate." ”

turned out to be a birthday with Fu'er's husband, maybe it was really fate.

When he said this, Jing Rong couldn't say anything. Seeing that he lowered his eyes and no longer looked at Mu Xuefu, the jealousy in his heart gradually dissipated.

said that they wanted to drink to their heart's content, but today these people are all preoccupied, and this wine is not happy. Not long after, the eldest princess of Yong'an and the Marquis of Xiangyang left, and before leaving, they agreed to wait for the sixth day of the sixth month of June to get together.

After sending them off, Mu Xuefu sat down on the chaise longue in a daze, lost in thought.

This Xiangyang Hou, the more she looks at it, the more she feels so much like her brother.

"I see why you always eat this meal as if you are absent-minded?" Jing Rong gently hugged her with a pair of arms and kissed her earlobe.

Mu Xuefu broke free from his arms, grabbed his hand, looked at him and said, "What is this Xiangyang Hou?" ”

"Him?" Jing Rong didn't understand why she was so interested in him, but she still answered truthfully: "I only know that the Marquis of Xiangyang is from a poor family, and his father used to seem to be a deputy general, but then he was lame and retired from the battlefield. After coming back, he only served as a guard guarding the city gate, and raised the Marquis of Xiangyang alone. Later, the imperial sister met him by accident once, and she fell in love with him at first sight. You'll have heard about it later. ”

Mu Xuefu held his hand tightly, her palms were hot and a little sticky, and a layer of fine sweat broke out, "Yuchen, I feel very strange when I see him today, not only him, but even the eldest princess I also feel strange." The two of them are not like ordinary couples, although they respect each other like guests, but I always feel that they are too polite to each other, not like husband and wife at all. ”

"Do you think too much, the Marquis of Xiangyang has always been considerate and gentle to the imperial sister, how can he not be like a husband and wife." Jing Rong recalled the clip of Princess Yong'an and Xiangyang Hou together in his mind, and also felt that their husband and wife seemed to be covered by a vague net, and they couldn't see clearly. His lips fell on Mu Xuefu's fingertips, and he said with a smile: "Besides, do you think that all couples live sweet and affectionate like us?" ”

"I just don't think they look like it anyway." Her eyes flashed suddenly, and Mu Xuefu said: "Also, the more I look at this Xiangyang Hou, the more familiar I feel, and I have a very cordial feeling when I see him for some reason." I can't put into words what it feels like, but I feel like a relative. The more he spoke, the more excited he became, as if a voice was repeatedly affirming this matter, "Also, do you remember?" When he eats crabs, he will restore the shells after deducting the crab meat, which I have only seen my dead brother do. In the past, my mother knew that my brother and I loved crabs, so they always cooked for us, and every time, my brother used that way to restore the crab shells to their original appearance. ”

Jing Rong frowned, "But didn't you say that your brother is dead?" ”

Speaking of this, Mu Xuefu felt a pain in her heart, put her body in Jing Rong's arms, sighed, and said in a low voice: "So I think it's weird, I obviously saw that my brother had swallowed his breath, and the arrow pierced his body, and it was impossible for him to be alive." Moreover, the Praetorian Guards also set fire, even if his brother did not die, he would not have escaped with serious injuries. ”

Knowing that when it came to her sore spots, Jing Rong gently stroked her shoulder, "Maybe it's just a coincidence." ”

"I don't know, but ······" At this moment, Mu Xuefu hoped that her conjecture was true, how she hoped that her brother could live in the world. Suddenly, the light in her eyes ignited again, and she raised her head and looked at Jingrong expectantly, "By the way, my brother's birthday is also the sixth day of the sixth month of June, and he is also that day, do you think it's too much of a coincidence?" ”

Saying this, Jing Rong also had to rethink. If one thing is similar, it can be said to be a coincidence, but when many things are added together, it is not as simple as a coincidence.

The fox in his eyes is suspicious and gloomy, and the narrow phoenix eyes are like a deep pool, dark and bottomless. Mu Xuefu looked at his eyes for a long time without waves, and said hurriedly: "Do you think he will be my brother?" Could my brother not be dead yet? ”

Jing Rong pressed her shoulder, also stabilized her confused mind, and said calmly: "Don't make up your mind first, there are still many doubts in between, if he is your brother, it is good, but if he deliberately pretends, it means that someone knows your identity, and if you recognize yourself with him, then you are in danger." ”

Jingrong's thoughts are not unreasonable, her identity is very dangerous, and if it is revealed, many people will be implicated.

Zuo Xiang's Mansion, Chen's Palace, and even Rui's Mansion will all be affected by her.

Mu Xuefu leaned on Jing Rong's shoulder, "Okay, I'll listen to you." ”

The author has something to say: The last of the previous chapter was a little changed, if the reader who has read it is tired to read it again, and someone has already guessed who Xiangyang Hou is, yes, it's him.