When Jingrong returned to the East Courtyard again, Mu Xuefu had already woken up, and at this time she was looking at the chess game he left before leaving, and her appreciation was overflowing. Seeing Jing Rong come in, she raised her head and beckoned to him.

Jing Rong smiled at the corner of his mouth, gentle and elegant, like a snow lotus on an iceberg, pure and clean, completely different from the ghostly and evil him in the secret room.

He walked up to Mu Xuefu and took her hand, "Are you sleeping?" ”

Mushev nodded, relying on his strength to get up from his chair. She stretched out her arms, bowed her head, and said, "Carry me to bed and put on my shoes." ”

Jing Rong looked at the ground, there were no shoes, it turned out that he ran over barefoot. He pursed his lips helplessly and said, "Don't run barefoot in the future." Although he scolded her lightly, he still held her ass and carried her back to the bed.

Mu Xuefu did not get off Jingrong immediately, but leaned lazily on him. The nose touched his neck, and Muchev arched back and forth, and when she sniffed it, a smell of blood came into her nose. She frowned slightly, turned her head, and said coquettishly and willfully: "I didn't see you when I woke up, where did you go?" Don't you say that you are with me, why did you secretly leave while I was sleeping! ”

Jing Rong patted her back, and she could still feel the temperature on her body through the thin clothes. Remembering that these hands had been roaming over her body before, Jing Rong pulled her head and kissed the corner of her mouth, and said with a smile: "I miss this king after being separated for a while?" ”

Mu Xuefu pushed his face away, looked disgusted, and denied: "Don't be ashamed, who misses you?" ”

"Oh? But this king remembers that someone told this king today that he missed this king? Jing Rong hooked her nose and joked.

"Who? Who is so bold as to think of the prince? Mu Xuefu's eyes widened, pretending to be a tasty expression, and said: "Dare to seduce the prince behind my back, it's just too much to take me as a princess in your eyes!" I'm going to rub her flat and round her and throw her into the pan and fry it three times! ”

"Poo, poof, poof." Jing Rong was amused by her, leaned back with a smile, and kissed Mu Xuefu three times in a row on the face, making a loud voice, "If you say that, you should be thrown on the oil pan and fried three times." ”

Mu Xuefu smiled lowly, hugged Jingrong's neck, pretended to realize suddenly, and said in surprise: "Ah, it turns out that person is me!" How come I don't remember? However, if it were me, I wouldn't be able to fry it in a pan. If you up, I'll be golden, and I won't be a yellow-faced woman? If you become a yellow-faced woman, you must not like me. ”

Jing Rong laughed loudly, looking at her watery face as pink as a peach, and couldn't help but take a light bite on her face, "Fu'er likes it even if she is a yellow-faced mother-in-law, and this king will always like it." "In this life and this life, I am afraid that only the little woman in his arms can enter his heart.

Mu Xuefu bent the corners of her eyes, smiled, and lay on Jingrong, smiling without saying a word, her heart seemed to be filled with honey, and sweetness filled the entire heart.

Fingertips gently swiped the satin-like black silk, Jing Rong couldn't help but clasp her skull, and the warm and hot lips gently rubbed the delicate red lips like flowers. After a moment, she loosened her mouth, but her eyes were still locked on the delicate lips, and then extended to the looming breasts little by little, the luster in her eyes dimmed, and her fingers carefully rubbed her delicate and creamy pink cheeks, and her heart was beautiful again.

The ** in his eyes was like a pool of spring water, scorching and intense, Mu Xuefu lowered her face, pushed Jing Rong, and said coquettishly: "You will bully me." She rubbed her stomach, "I'll be waiting for you to come back, I'm still hungry." ”

Looking at her aggrieved appearance, Jing Rong took a deep breath, exhaled a big breath, and dissipated the ** in his heart, "How dare this king starve his concubine." ”

That night, it was naturally a spring breeze, and the joy of harmonizing fish and water was the wish to fly.

"What? Princess Rong died last night? At breakfast the next day, Mu Xuefu heard the news and almost dropped the chopsticks in his hand to the ground. She glanced sideways at Jing Rong, who cast an unknown gaze at her, pulled the corners of her mouth, picked up the dish and took a bite, before saying: "Although I only have a few relationships with her, it's a pity that I lost it at such a young age." ”

Jing Rong retracted his gaze, glanced at Zhou Cheng lightly, and said, "Why is it so sudden?" ”

Zhou Cheng said cautiously: "It is said that Princess Rong has been worried about King Rong's affairs these days, and as soon as she heard yesterday that the emperor had removed King Rong's official position, she was not in good health and fainted. By the time King Rong asked the imperial physician for treatment, the lamp had run out of oil, and even the imperial physician said that he would prepare for the future in advance. I thought I could survive for a few days, but I didn't want to, and I died last night. ”

Mu Xuefu felt sorry in her heart, remembering the time when Princess Rong came in person a few days ago. Although she didn't say a few words, Mu Xuefu remembered her look deeply that day. When she mentioned Jing Han, she would unconsciously blush and be shy, and Mu Xuefu knew that she must be in love with Jing Han that day.

Hearing the news of her death today, Mu Xuefu felt an inexplicable sense of amazement in her heart, and unconsciously appeared in her mind Jing Han's appearance, thinking about what he would do at this time.

Jing Rong quickly ate a few bites of food, looked at Mu Xuefu and said, "Princess Rong's death is a big deal, let's go to King Rong's Mansion after breakfast." ”

At this time, Mu Xuefu was still in the mood to eat, she put down the bowl and said, "I'll go change clothes." ”

Jing Rong glanced at her porridge that didn't move, squinted her eyes, and said lightly: "Princess Rong is pitiful, but you don't have to be so sad that you can't eat, right?" ”

Mu Xuefu's turning around stopped abruptly, looked sideways at Jing Rong and said, "I'm not sad, but I feel sad." Sadly, even if she had a beautiful funeral, she would soon be forgotten, and even, her place would soon be replaced by a second woman, and who would remember her as a sick princess? ”

She smiled and said, "If one day I am gone, who in this palace will remember me?" When it falls, I'm afraid they are all stammering with the new princess. ”

"Don't talk about it! What's not there, saying such unlucky things in the morning! Jingrong put down his chopsticks, stood up and walked to her, hugged her and said, "You, you will be blind every day, where do you want to go if you are not by the king's side?" Also, this king said that the princess of this Chenwang Mansion can only be you, and no one can replace it. ”

Mu Xuefu smiled reluctantly and pushed Jing Rong's hand away, "I'll go in and change clothes, you eat quickly, and go to change your clothes after eating." ”

When Jing Rong and the two arrived at King Rong's Mansion, many people had already arrived, and after greeting each other, Jing Rong took Mu Xuefu to the mourning hall to worship.

Jing Han stood beside Ling She, although he was a little depressed, he was still expressionless. With his eyelids down, he couldn't see any of his expressions, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

"Fourth brother's day mourning." Jing Rong walked up to him and patted Jing Han on the shoulder. At this time, it seems that any words are in vain, although this "festival mourning" is just nonsense, but it seems that it is not appropriate to say anything other than this sentence.

Jing Han raised his head, glanced at Jing Rong with a somewhat dull gaze, and casually glanced at Mu Xuefu, who was saluting in front of the spirit, and said lightly: "Thank you, the hospitality is not good, at will." ”

Jing Rong nodded, and left the mourning hall with Mu Xuefu. When she walked to the door, Mu Xuefu turned her head and looked at Jing Han who was hanging her head, and her heart was sour.

In order to entertain guests, King Rong's Mansion separated men and women into two halls, and out of the mourning hall, Mu Xuefu was led by his subordinates to the hall dedicated to entertaining female guests, and as soon as he entered the door, he almost collided with the carefree princess who came out.

Mu Xuefu frowned slightly, lowered her eyebrows, and bowed to Princess Wuwu, "Princess Wan'an." ”

Princess Sanssouci let go of Qin Qing's hand, wrapped her arms around her chest, and looked at Mu Xuefu with disdain. Mu Xuefu, who is dressed in plain clothes, is not as enchanting as usual, but she is more feminine and graceful, and she is beautiful and refined. But even if she pretended to be a Nine Heavens Fairy, Mu Xuefu was a wolf in sheep's clothing in her carefree eyes.

Although Carefree looked fierce and aggressive, when facing Mu Xuefu, she had a trace of fear in her heart, and she didn't even have the courage to insult her as usual. But in order to show her princess's momentum, she has been standing at the door and has not made the slightest move.

Mu Xuefu stood in the doorway, his eyes sweeping away the people in the room. As soon as he turned around, he left the hall. Anyway, none of these people are familiar with her, and it is embarrassing to sit under the same roof, so it is better to walk outside.

After so many years, this is the first time Mu Xuefu has come to King Rong's Mansion after changing from home. At that time, when the Rongwang Mansion was first built, it was still bare, and now, it has already become a different pattern.

Following her childhood memories, Mushev searched for the plum forest that belonged to her and her brother, and she wanted to see if the plum tree she planted with her name engraved on it was still there.

With the hazy impression of his youth, Muchev finally found the Merlin. At this time, Merlin is no longer a red and fiery scenery in winter, only a bleak appearance remains.

Mu Xuefu walked through one tree after another, and finally found the tree engraved with the word "Fu" in the whirlpool of plum trees. She rejoiced and rejoiced in her heart, as if something that had been lost for many years had returned to her.

She rubbed the words on the plum tree over and over again, tears unconsciously flowing from her eyes and dripping on the back of her hand. The warm tears were like freshly boiled hot water, burning her hands and igniting her heart.

The word "Fu" is no longer the deep trace when she carved it, it has been blurred, and it is even impossible to distinguish what it is. But even if the words are blurred, the memories are still clear, as if everything happened yesterday.

Muschev was so immersed in the memories of the past that she didn't notice that someone was getting closer and closer to her, and before she could notice someone beside her, suddenly, a pair of hands held her hand rubbing against the trunk of the tree.

"Sister Fu'er, you're not dead, you're back, aren't you?"

The same place, the same tree, the same people, as if nothing had changed, but everything had changed.