I don't know how long I sat on the ground, Mu Xiao moved a little, only to feel that the movement of his feet was as uncomfortable as a needle prick.

She propped her hands up, stretched her legs straight, and grinned in pain. After a while, feeling better, she limped into the house.

The room was very clean, and there was even a pen made of feathers on the table, no need to think about it, this was made by Xiaoxiang.

On the table were several neat sets of women's clothes, along with a white cape and two pairs of deerskin boots. Mu Xiaoxiao looked at her clothes, the melted snow had wet her clothes, and there was a burst of coldness from her body, she knocked on the door, changed out of her wet clothes, and changed her shoes, only then did she feel better, she sucked her somewhat stuffed nose, walked to the window, and was stunned.

It wasn't until dark that a girl of about fourteen or fifteen years old came to step through the snow.

"Miss Mu, Miss Xiao, please go to the other courtyard to eat. The man looked respectful.

"What's your name?" asked Mu Xiaoxiao.

"Slave and maid. The visitor replied carefully.

"Lead the way!" Mu Xiaoxiao picked up the cloak.

The snow on the ground was also more than an inch thick, and the squeaking sound was particularly pleasant.

After turning two corners, we came to a small and delicate courtyard.

Although it is also snowing inside, the snow has already been cleaned, and the cold plums in the courtyard are waiting to be released, but the chrysanthemums are blooming very brightly. Dozens of pots were also placed. Large and small are neatly arranged.

Mu Xiaoxiao looked all the way and entered the inner hall.

Xiaoxiang changed into a set of pink gauze skirts, the room was unusually warm, Mu Xiao untied his cloak, and Leqin on the side held it with both hands.

"Sure enough, it's still white for you, I know you're coming, I specially prepared it for you, do you like it?

Xiaoxiang's beautiful face was full of smiles, and he couldn't see the ruthlessness just now

Mu Xiaoxiao didn't speak, just sat in his position lightly.

"Go down!" Xiaoxiang smiled and took a carrot with chopsticks.

When only the two of them were left, she looked at Mu Xiaoxiao with a cold gaze.

"What do you want?"

"I want love, power. She put down her chopsticks.

"Do you know why I left the Prince?" she looked at the snow outside.

"I have a beautiful face and extraordinary martial arts, but I don't have a good family background. Even if he marries the prince, he is just a side concubine, even if the prince wants to correct me, he will have to pay the price, I don't want him to be estranged from the saint. With that, she took a sip of water.

"Then why did you leave?" asked Mu Xiaoxiao faintly.

"I was summoned, and it was my grandmother's spell. At first, I wanted to return to the prince, but now I want to try the prince's sincerity, so I stay here for the time being. She smiled.

"What kind of place is this?" Mu Xiaoxiao looked around.

"Xiaoyao Valley is a place where medicine and martial arts are very strong. She said proudly: "The most famous wordless generation of the royal family is from here." After speaking, he looked at Mu Xiaoxiao.

"Who is in charge?" Mu Xiaoxiao didn't look at her, and kept staring at the snowflakes outside the door.

"It's up to me to be in charge, poof, when I first heard the name, I thought I was in the martial arts. She laughed.

"What is the relationship between Chu Jiaojiao and Ren Yiran?"

"That woman is rude and willful, if you don't like it, I'll help you teach her a lesson, Ren Yiran and Ren Yibing are orphans adopted by Ren Yixing, Chu Jiaojiao is the daughter of Ren Yixing's sister, his sister has died a long time ago, so she is raised here. ”

"Who is Hibiscus?"

"I don't know, he has always been independent, and no one knows his identity except for letting him go. ”

"How can there be your grandmother in the Valley of Freedom?"

"That's a title, but I just think she's like my grandmother. She's here because her only daughter is married to any of them, Xiao Xian Xian. The two of them asked and answered.

"Now it's time for me to ask you. Xiaoxiang looked serious.

"Did Prince Gao Zhao look for me?"

"I've found it, let me go up to Jiuju Mountain to check your news. ”

"You saw Rong Qing?"

"That's for sure, he's a priest. ”

"Did he mention me?"

"Nope. ”

"He's really ruthless. Xiaoxiang's face was a little melancholy.

"I'm hungry. Mu Xiaoxiao said coldly.

"Eat, these are your favorite foods. Xiaoxiang seemed to be in a good mood, and she put a lot of vegetables in her bowl.

Mu Xiaoxiao gulped down the meal, speechless for a meal, and both of them felt the awkwardness of the atmosphere.

Xiaoxiang didn't move the chopsticks, she just looked at the wooden snacks very seriously.

Mu Xiaoxiao didn't look at her, and after eating about a bowl of rice, she stood up: "I'm leaving." ”

Xiaoxiang didn't speak, just watched her go out the door and out of the yard.

Mu Xiaoxiao stepped on the snow, and his hand reached out to catch the snow, which quickly melted into a drop of water. Xiaoyao Valley is white, and the houses and pavilions are all covered with snow, looking at this rare scenery all the way, people temporarily forget their troubles and sorrows.

On the road, a young man dressed in black could occasionally be seen walking around with a sword, and at this time, Mu Xiaoxiao would stop and nod to each other, and suddenly she thought of Jiuju Mountain, as if the etiquette here is like this.

Mu Xiaoxiao stood under a small pavilion, looking at the white snow, and thinking of his poor parents in his life, and a layer of mist floated in his eyes. Memories are like an open window, constantly flooding back.

Two lines of hot tears flowed out, and they turned into cold water in an instant, and she touched them with the back of her hand, but she couldn't wipe them clean. Thinking that she was now in a foreign land, she didn't even have anyone to talk to, no friends, no relatives, and no home, so she couldn't hold back for a moment, and after two intense breaths, the cry became louder, and she wiped her tears with the back of her hand while crying.

Her crying gradually became quieter, and suddenly there was a foot stepping on the dead branch in her ear, and as soon as Mu Xiaoxiao turned around, she saw a young man in a dark robe looking at her with some embarrassment.

The tears that had not had time to wipe were still hanging on his face, his nose was also red, and his eyes were a little red and a little watery because he had just cried, and the young man was stunned for a long time.

Mu Xiaoxiao saw that the other party stood for a long time and didn't speak, so he asked with a crying voice: "Who are you, Huhu, why are you peeking at others here?"

"Who are you? Anyone can come here, what is a peek?" the boy smiled.

"Then can't you give way to the place first, don't you see anyone so sad?" Mu Xiaoxiao looked at the young man aggrievedly.

"Then can't you stop crying here? It's weirdly annoying. The boy looked at her earnestly.

Mu Xiaoxiao's eyes were covered with moisture when he heard this: "I'll cry if I cry, I'll cry, this is not your house, who am I crying here?" After speaking, he squatted, put his hands on his knees, bent slightly, closed his eyes, opened his mouth wide, and cried loudly. While crying, I wiped my tears with the back of my hand. The crying young man frowned, he had never seen a woman crying so ugly.

After a long time, Mu Xiaoxiao slowly lowered her crying, and finally turned into sobbing, she slowly stood up, because she squatted for too long, she staggered, didn't stand firmly, and lay forward.

There was a gust of wind in her ears, she only felt a coldness on her face, so she fell and ate, she lay on the ground and stopped for a minute, before she used her limbs together and got up from the ground.

The boy stood beside her at some point and looked at her with a smile.

Mu Xiaoxiao's face was not very painful, but she cursed in her heart that the dead child would not help him, and he did not have a sense of public morality, and shook his legs while scolding.

"Are you alright?" the boy asked if he cared about her, but there was a smile in his eyes that could not be stopped.

Mu Xiaoxiao ignored it, lifted his legs and left.

"Be careful!" the boy cried.

With her feet in the air, she turned to look at the grinning teenager.

"I'm afraid you'll fall again, so I would like to remind you. The boy said without knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Mu Xiaoqi's lungs exploded, and she walked forward quickly, scolding as she went.

After crying for a long time, after venting, she suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, she stopped, took a deep breath, and made up her mind: in the future, she must practice martial arts, protect herself, and don't let people hurt her again.