Xiao Chengjue died, near the Double Ninth Festival.

Shen Miaoyan sat on the high windowsill of Penglai Pavilion, only feeling in a trance.

A good person has just come out of prison, why is it gone?

Fog rose from the surface of the lake, gradually blocking her view from afar.

She drank half a cup of tea, and a maid came in and curtsied at her, "Miss, the prince commanded that all the lanterns in the house be replaced with white ones." ”

Shen Miaoyan glanced at the red crepe lantern on the eaves of the window, "hmm", jumped down from the windowsill, and gave up the place to the maid.

She leaned on the round table, watched the maid's skillful movements, and asked softly, "Lord Wang...... How's it going? ”

The maid turned around and saluted again respectfully, "Back to Miss, the prince stayed in the study and never came out for two days and two nights." ”

"Oh......" Shen Miaoyan lowered her eyes, stood silent for a moment, turned around and stepped out of the bedroom.

In the study downstairs, the remnants of the autumn sun spilled in through the half-hidden window lattice, but the room was still dim and gloomy.

Shen Miaoyan pushed open the door and smelled a rich and unusual aroma of wine, and the noble son in white was sitting in the light and shadow under the corner, his extremely gorgeous face was shrouded in shadows, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

He stretched one leg forward, the other bent, slender fingers as jade carried the wine bottle hanging at his side, the smooth silk-like green silk hanging to the ground, the loose snow-white wide sleeves and robe stretched out on the floor, the dark yellow wine stains that had been smeared had long since dried.

Shen Miaoyan stepped in, walked slowly in front of him, picked up her skirt and squatted down, took out the embroidered handkerchief from her sleeve pocket, gently lifted his face, and wiped his face.

He had a pale cyan stubble on his chin, which was hard to the touch.

Under the eyes, you can see half a mark of blue and black, the eyes covered by eyelashes are full of red bloodshots, and the corners of the eyebrows and eyes are haggard.

He grabbed Shen Miaoyan's slender wrist and pulled her into his arms.

The little girl's body is clean and fragrant, and the hand she holds is soft and tender, which is reassuring.

He rested his chin on Shen Miaoyan's shoulder, and his voice was hoarse: "From childhood to adulthood, I am responsible for arbitrarily messing around, and he is responsible for persuading bitterly...... I thought that he would always be with me, always admonishing me, always advising me, always giving me advice......"

Shen Miaoyan sensed a cold liquid that slid down her skin into her collar.

"But he took him from me...... Miaomiao, Jun Tianlan, he took him away from me...... It was all my fault, it was my refusal to listen to him that led to his death...... If at the beginning, when Jun Tianlan just returned to Da Zhou, I would have killed him, how could he die......

His voice was eerily calm.

Shen Miaoyan was silent for a long time, stretched out his hand, and patted him lightly on the back, "Life and death are fate, wealth is in the sky, don't blame yourself so much." ”

"It's in heaven to make things happen, it's up to people to make things, I'm sorry for him." Jun Shuying's hand holding Shen Miaoyan tightened tighter and tighter, as if she wanted to rub her into her own blood.

In the dim light and shadow, Shen Miaoyan was speechless, and could only use his hug to give this man who had lost his hands and siblings a little more warmth.

Jun Shuying lay on her shoulder, and finally couldn't help it, crying out in grief.

The autumn sun moved away from the hem of the two of them little by little, and the sky finally darkened completely.

In the darkness, the man cried for a long time, and finally fell to the floor with the little girl in his arms and fell into a deep sleep.

Shen Miaoyan thought about Xiao Chengjue's death, he was also full of exhaustion, and he didn't want to think about anything else, so he closed his eyes and gradually fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was bright outside the window.

She moved, only to notice that something was wrong.

The hazy pupils gradually focused, and she saw herself sleeping on a luxuriously soft rosewood carved stepping bed, and the fairy-like man sat cross-legged beside her, casually twisting a red thread in his hand.

"Jun Shuying?" Her gaze followed the red thread, and she found that the red thread was wrapped around her hands, and she couldn't help frowning, "What are you doing?" ”

Jun Shuying tied a piece of red thread to her wrist, then lay down beside her, and hugged her into her arms, the slender and charming Danfeng's eyes revealed paranoid seriousness, "Xiao Miaomiao, the trick is gone, I can't live without you anymore......"

Shen Miaoyan struggled, I don't know what material the red thread is, even if she can't break it.

She couldn't help but raise her foot and kick him, "Are you sick?" ”

Jun Shuying moved closer to her and reached out to pinch the tip of her nose, "You have medicine?" ”

Shen Miaoyan was furious: "Crazy! ”

"The madman with the rice bucket is just right!"

"Who do you say is the rice bucket?!"

Jun Shuying let go of her hand and pinched her face again, "I didn't say it was you, Xiao Miaomiao was excited." ”

Shen Miaoyan was speechless, shook off his hand, and glared at him fiercely with his cheeks.

Jun Shuying stretched out her fingers, poked her bulging cheeks down, and chuckled: "Xiao Miaomiao is so cute." ”

Danfeng's eyes were clear, as long as he met the pair of amber eyes in front of him, it seemed that all scars could be restored, as if all pain could be healed.

Slender fingers as jade gently pressed the corners of her eyes, he leaned over, his expression was more serious, and his breath was a little domineering, "Xiao Miaomiao, stay with me, I will treat you well." ”

Shen Miaoyan hated the slimy Jun Shuying, his hands couldn't move, but his body could still move, so he turned his back and refused to pay attention to him.

Jun Shuying moved closer to her again, the red line was very long, he went around Shen Miaoyan's neck from behind, circled it several times, and then gradually tightened.

Shen Miaoyan's spine was cold, and he looked back at him suddenly, he smiled innocently, "Buddhism has a saying that greed, hatred, and ignorance are the three poisons, which harm the body and mind, make people sink into the cycle of life and death, and are the root of evil. But what should I do, now I am greedy and angry, and I have taken up all ......"

He seemed to be asking Shen Miaoyan, and as if talking to himself, his fingers pressed Shen Miaoyan's face, and when he let go, a few red fingerprints were printed on his white and tender face, which showed that the strength was not small.

He sneered, and under Shen Miaoyan's frightened and puzzled gaze, his big palm slid down his face restlessly, gently picking her collar.

Shen Miaoyan was so angry that she felt that the man in front of her was so strange that she stretched out her foot to kick him, but he easily avoided it, and pinched her ankle.

Her ankles were slender and tight, white and greasy, as if she could see the pale cyan tendons inside.

He pinched it lightly, and then got out of bed to change his clothes, "Don't mess with you, today is the Double Ninth Festival, we are going to the eldest princess's mansion for a banquet." ”

As he got out of bed, Shen Miaoyan's hands were tied, and he took him out of bed, almost rolling to the ground, barely standing, his heart was full of fire, "Jun Shuying, you untie it for me!" ”

Jun Shuying put on a loose coat by herself, glanced at her sideways, and saw that she was embarrassed and angry, she couldn't help but reach out and pinch her face, her eyes were calm, "I just don't have a cousin, Xiao Miaomiao should coax me well, what is the reason for being angry at me?" ”

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