In the evening, the night is dark.

In King Jing's mansion, it was quiet and deserted, and the mansion was pitch black, and there was not even a single person lighting a lamp in the courtyards and corridors in the mansion.

Mu Zhijun wandered on the promenade and unconsciously stepped into a courtyard. The house in this courtyard was brightly lit.

Mu Zhijun walked to the front of the house, pushed the door open, and saw Yu Yaorong sitting on a chair in the room, and next to his table, there was a pot of mud, and next to it was a mud figure.

Mu Zhijun could see at a glance that those two clay figures were taught by Yu Yaorong when she went to the Beiyu Marquis Mansion to ask for relatives.

Mu Zhijun walked into the house, Yu Yaorong heard the movement, stood up and turned around, saw Mu Zhijun, and said with a smile: "Wife!" ”

"What are you doing?" Mu Zhijun asked

"I'm pinching clay figures. The wife and concubine remember that when the wife proposed to the concubine for the first time, the concubine taught the concubine to pinch the clay figure, and the concubine's hands were clumsy, so she couldn't pinch it. After marrying into King Jing's mansion, the concubine tried to learn, but the wife asked the concubine to work in the mansion, and the concubine did not have much time to study, so the concubine still can't learn. ”

Mu Zhijun was also a little relieved, when Yu Yaorong was a subordinate in King Jing's Mansion before, he didn't even dare to come out of the atmosphere, but now he actually dares to call himself a concubine, which shows that he is much bolder.

Mu Zhijun looked at Yu Yaorong's face, and there was a gentle smile on that face. Mu Zhijun looked at Yu Yaorong's smile, and he unconsciously laughed softly, with a lot of helplessness in this smile.

Mu Zhijun walked to the table and sat down, and said gently: "Sit down, I'll teach you to pinch!" ”

After Yu Yaorong sat down, Mu Zhijun reached out and took out a lump of soil from the basin.

"Yaorong, what do you want to pinch?"

Yu Yaorong said with a smile: "I want to pinch the appearance of my wife when she comes back triumphantly." ”

Mu Zhijun's smile deepened, and Mu Zhijun asked while pinching: "That day, I was angry, so I punished you for not eating for three days." Have you eaten for the past three days? ”

Yu Yaorong nodded, "I have eaten it, it was sent to me by Prince Yiqing, he said, it is the meaning of the wife." ”

"Sure enough, he's still careful!"

Mu Zhijun's unintentional praise made Yu Yaorong lower his head, Mu Zhijun noticed Yu Yaorong's emotions, and then explained with a smile: "I'm not comparing you with him, I didn't mean to say it, besides, you cook better than him, I love to eat what you cook." ”

Yu Yaorong felt that today's Mu Zhijun was really very gentle with him, as if he had changed into a different person. Yu Yaorong really didn't understand, whether he had worked hard and finally waited for Mu Zhijun's change of heart, or was this just Mu Zhijun's momentary move, and after today's pass, Mu Zhijun would treat him like before?

Mu Zhijun's hands are very skillful, and when Yu Yaorong was distracted, Mu Zhijun had already pinched a clay figure.

"Haruka!"

"Huh?" Yu Yaorong responded after realizing it

"What are you thinking?" Mu Zhijun cared

Yu Yaorong shook his head, "No, I didn't think about anything." ”

Mu Zhijun smiled: "The clay figure is pinched, look at it, what else needs to be improved?" ”

Yu Yaorong looked at the clay figure in Mu Zhijun's hand, the shape was exquisite, and the pinching was more expressive and realistic. The back of the clay figure was still draped in a cloak, and Yu Yaorong looked at the clay figure, as if he saw Mu Zhijun's safe and triumphant appearance.

"The clay figurines pinched by the wife are very beautiful, and I like it. Moreover, the wife is skillful, and there is nothing to change this clay figure. ”

"Do you still want to pinch?"

Yu Yaorong shook his head, "Wife, this clay figure is enough, Yaorong looks at this clay figure every day at home, as if he has seen his wife return triumphantly." ”

Yu Yaorong put the clay figure on the table and stood up, "Wife, wait a minute, I'll go get you a basin of water and wash your hands." ”

Yu Yaorong said and left. After a while, Yu Yaorong came back with a basin of water, and after he put the water on the table, he turned around and took a face towel in the cabinet. Mu Zhijun put his hands in the basin and washed them for a long time before picking them up, Yu Yaorong handed the face towel to Mu Zhijun to wipe his hands.

Mu Zhijun sat on the chair and said, "Yaorong, Nan Yuhou and I are destined to be incompatible. If one day, I really kill Nan Yuhou, what should you do? ”

Yu Yaorong was stunned for a moment, this is simply a difficult thing to choose, if there is really that day, he doesn't know what to do. Because with his mother on one side and his beloved on the other, he really can't choose, and he can't choose.

"Yaorong, between me and you Nan Yuhou, you can only choose one."

The tears in Yu Yaorong's eyes fell again, "I'm sorry, I really, I can't choose." ”

Mu Zhijun stood up and just turned around to leave, but Yu Yaorong ran behind Mu Zhijun and hugged Mu Zhijun from behind.

Mu Zhijun didn't struggle, just let him hug like this. Yu Yaorong's head was buried in Mu Zhijun's back, sucking the temperature on her body. After a long time, a muffled voice came from behind, "Wife, Yaorong wants to ask you, husband and wife for three years, in the past three years, has the wife ever been sincere to Yaorong?" Even if you have touched your heart once? Do you have? ”

Mu Zhijun's hands hanging on both sides of his sleeves clenched tightly into a fist, and then loosened weakly. Mu Zhijun closed his eyes and sighed lightly: "No! Not once! ”

Mu Zhijun's words were undoubtedly a fatal blow to Yu Yaorong. Yu Yaorong cried and asked, "What about the time when the wife went to the South Yuhou Mansion to propose marriage?" The wife also left me a poem, Yao Rong still remembers, the wife said, you and I are nong, there are many feelings, many feelings, and it is as hot as fire. Take a piece of clay, pinch a you, mold a me, break the two of us together, mix with water, pinch a you, mold a me, I have you in the mud, you have me in the mud. I was born with you and died with the same coffin. ”

Mu Zhijun explained lukewarmly: "I went to propose marriage that day, just because I ruined your innocence and had to be responsible, and a poem that I improvised was just a means to make you happy, don't take it seriously." ”

Yu Yaorong's heart was cold, sad, and sour, his hands slipped off Mu Zhijun's body, his legs were weak, and he sat on the ground.

It turned out to be just a means to please me, I thought, I thought that you wrote poems to me because you really liked me. It turns out that the past three years have been nothing more than my own passion.

Mu Zhijun raised his legs, and left without looking back, Yu Yaorong sat on the ground, looked at Mu Zhijun's figure that was determined to leave, and cried and laughed loudly......

The cry is sad, and the laughter is terrible......

As soon as Mu Zhijun left, he saw Nangong Yiqing approaching Yu Yaorong's courtyard. He looked at Yu Yaorong, who was sitting at the door, with no sadness or joy on his face, and he was unusually calm, but his eyes were as empty as a pool of stagnant water.

Nangong Yiqing walked to the gate unhurriedly and helped Yu Yaorong on the ground up.

"What are you going to do?" Yu Yaorong asked calmly.

Nangong Yiqing always had that calm and watery tone, "Come and talk to the horse." ”

"What do you want to talk about?"

Yiqing knew that the horse was sad in his heart, but His Highness's words were not taken seriously. If His Highness really doesn't have a colt in his heart, he won't make the pony sad. His Royal Highness said that he didn't like the horses, but he just wanted the horses to immediately go to His Highness to ask for a letter of resignation and leave King Jing's Mansion, so as not to defeat His Highness and let the horses suffer. ”

Nangong Yiqing's enlightenment made Yu Yaorong's broken heart begin to heal again.

It turns out that this is what the wife meant. I misunderstood my wife!

"Pony, do you want to open a little now?"

Yu Yaorong nodded, "Yiqing, thank you!" ”

"No thanks! Concubine, in fact, the wife has a sentence that is right, between Nan Yuhou and His Royal Highness, the concubine can only choose one. The concubine, it is not that His Royal Highness is ruthless, and he must kill Nan Yuhou, but the concubine can think about it from a different angle, if one day, His Royal Highness falls into the hands of Nan Yuhou, even if there is a concubine to intercede, will Nan Yuhou let His Highness go? So the same reason, if one day, Nan Yuhou falls into the hands of His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness will never be merciful, after all, the two of them are doomed to the end of your life and death, so between His Royal Highness and Nan Yuhou, you can only choose one. ”

After being silent for a long time, Yu Yaorong nodded, "I know!" ”

Nangong Yiqing sighed lightly, "Donkey, you actually won." In the future, even if Yiqing is in King Jing's Mansion, it will not affect the status of the horse in His Highness's heart. Because, since Yiqing was exiled, Yiqing has already lost, and he has lost like water. ”

Nangong Yiqing finished speaking, turned around and left. Yu Yaorong looked at Nangong Yiqing's departing figure, although he was so lonely and arrogant when he walked, and his temperament was like an orchid, but under that slender figure, he hid a lot of loneliness and helplessness, and he was unwilling to be lonely.

In the middle of the night, Mu Zhijun lay on his bed, thinking about things with his eyes open because he couldn't sleep.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

There was a knock on the door

"Who is it?" Mu Zhijun asked

"Your Highness, it's Yiqing!"

"Come in!"

Nangong Yiqing pushed the door in and closed the door.

Nangong Yiqing carried a food box in his hand, he put the food box on the table, opened the food box, and brought out the sweet soup inside. He walked to Mu Zhijun's bed with sweet soup and sat down.

"Your Highness, I made a sweet soup, do you want to get up and taste it?" Nangong Yiqing said with a smile

Mu Zhijun sat up, and Nangong Yiqing said with a smile while feeding Mu Zhijun to drink: "Your Highness is really too thin, you should eat more to make up for it." ”

Mu Zhijun raised his eyebrows, "What?" Do you like stronger women? ”

Nangong Yiqing still smiled flatly: "Your Highness, it doesn't matter if you are strong or not, as long as that person is Your Highness, no matter what it becomes, Yiqing likes it." ”

There was only a little sweet soup brought by Nangong Yiqing, and Mu Zhijun drank it in a few sips, and Mu Zhijun said with some childishness: "Why is it like this?" ”

"It's late at night, and Yiqing is afraid that His Highness will eat too much, and he will accumulate food like last time. So, it's a little less. If His Royal Highness likes to drink this sweet soup, tomorrow morning, Yiqing will make it for His Highness. ”

"Tomorrow?" Mu Zhijun sighed lightly, "I'm going to leave tomorrow." ”

"Your Highness, Yiqing believes that Your Highness will be able to return triumphantly."

"I hope so!"

"By the way, Your Highness, I explained to the colt, saying that you don't love him, but because you are afraid of affecting him."

Mu Zhijun glared at Nangong Yiqing, "Just talk too much!" ”

"This move can probe his loyalty to His Highness."

"You want to find out his loyalty to me?" Mu Zhijun chuckled, "Then you have found the wrong person, he is loyal to me." ”

Nangong Yiqing smiled deeply, "How can Your Highness be so sure?" ”

"Because I believe in him."

Nangong Yiqing laughed helplessly, and a trace of sadness flashed in her laughter. After a while, Nangong Yiqing said leisurely, "Your Highness, I'm really jealous of him!" ”

Nangong Yiqing stood up, bowed, and said in a flat tone, "Your Highness, Yiqing has retired first." ”

After Nangong Yiqing cleaned up the things on the table, he turned around and didn't take a few steps, only to hear Mu Zhijun's voice sound, "Yiqing!" ”

Nangong Yiqing paused and didn't turn around, as if she was waiting for Mu Zhijun to speak.

"After you take a shower and change your clothes, can you come and accompany me tonight?"

Nangong Yiqing smiled evilly, "Your Highness is planning to let Yiqing sleep tonight?" ”

"It's not!"

Nangong Yiqing couldn't hear a satisfactory answer, so she had to respond in frustration: "Okay, His Royal Highness wants Yiqing to accompany him, which is Yiqing's blessing." Yiqing, I'll come later. ”

Nangong Yiqing said, and left without looking back.