As soon as the clamps on her body were loosened, she grabbed the pillow with her backhand and threw it out, but the young man did not dodge his head, and the pillow brushed half of his face and fell to the ground.

As soon as she threw it out, she regretted it, because the boy's eyes looked like they were going to eat her.

She grabbed the quilt and covered her chest, and shrunk in, her back pressed against the wall.

When there was no way back, the young man turned his neck and stared at her, his eyes were indifferent and dark, and he asked, "Why are you beating and scolding me when Mu Ai is with me?" ”

The young man's long arms stretched out, controlled her neck and pulled it in his direction, and her little resistance was like a mayfly shaking a tree.

The brocade quilt slipped off, and her body suddenly cooled, and she knelt on the edge of the bed only in her small clothes and dirty pants, supporting the bed with both hands to stabilize her body, so that she did not fall into the arms of the young man.

The hand on the back of her neck was cold and piercing, holding her

The slender neck is as slender as a jade lotus, slender and beautiful, looking up at him, showing a fragile posture, and the throat unconsciously slides gently.

The crescent-shaped mist fills up more and more, and finally gathers and drips down the eyelids.

"I had a nightmare last night, I dreamed that you destroyed the Shen family."

The accusatory voice fell for a long time, and the young man was stunned for a long time.

Then, the young man leaned down against her forehead, his long eyelashes fluttering, and Yuwei sighed slightly when he heard him.

Fu stared at her again, his dark and bright eyes were damp, and he said slowly: "If you marry me, I will let the Shen family go." ”

"How?" he asked. ”

"Okay." She responded.

The young man was stunned for a moment, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips, and he let go of the hand that was holding her neck, and pulled out three letters from the placket.

It was a letter from Shen's father and Prince Ru, and she was breathing a little unsteadily, and she watched the young man walk up to the charcoal stove and throw the three letters into it.

The blazing fire stained the young man's side face red, and he turned his eyes to look at her and said seriously, "Don't lie to me." ”

Like a small beast covered in scars, believing in its own kind for the last time.

"Okay." She slumped on the bed, her hands covering the leaking bare skin on her chest.

It's still winter, and the skin has small bumps.

The young man stepped forward, pulled up the corner of the futon and pulled it on her, and said lightly: "Be careful of catching a cold." ”

"..."Really... Moodiness.

"Jiang Yu." She called him, and the boy said "um" and looked at her as if he was asking, what's wrong?

She said seriously: "If you are sincere to me, I will also treat you sincerely." ”

"Hmm." He smiled and said, "Okay." ”

She can let go of the pain of cutting her skin and falling into the lake.

——

Since that day, she has stayed in the house and has never set a step out of the house.

Qi Yan handed her several invitations, but she rejected them one by one.

Every day, I only look at the writing and draw the winter scenery.

If there is no princess and a princess, I am afraid she will continue to be like this until she marries Jiang Yu.

Listening to what Ronghua said, the princess of the neighboring country came with the messenger to celebrate the birthday of the queen mother, and took a fancy to Jiang Yu at a glance at the palace banquet.

His Majesty has decreed that he will be married.

When she heard the news, she was embroidering a red hijab, and when she pricked her finger with a needle, blood beads dripped into the red cloth, and she was darkened.

The sun was in full bloom, and the girl under the porch leaned against the wooden pillar, the sparkling halo of water casting on her clear skin.

She looked down at the blood that kept pouring from her fingertips.

I can't tell what it's like, she should like him.

But what about him? There is a bit of sincerity.

She is just a powerless county lord, and the princess who is close to her will bring him the capital to ascend to the emperor.

How will he choose, whether to choose the princess or her.

The idea is somewhat ridiculous... It should be right to choose a princess without any worries, after all, there are a few men in the world who can resist the temptation of power.

Chinese New Year's Eve.

She stood on top of the tower with the royal family, and was bowed down by all the people.

I didn't want to see the charming princess pestering Jiang Yu, she hid in an inconspicuous corner.

The night was so thick that it could not be dissolved, and one after another beams of fire rushed into the night.

Then there was an earth-shattering explosion, and she took two steps back, fearing the sound of the sky.

Look at the fire trees and silver flowers blooming in the sky.

Her ears were filled with fireworks, and Yuwei couldn't stand the continuous sound of fireworks.

The hands hanging on her sides moved, and she tried to cover her ears.

But before he could cover it, his ears were covered with dry and cold hands, blocking the deafening sound.

A faint woody scent penetrated the tip of her nose, and she turned her eyes to look, catching a glimpse of the young man's beautiful eyes looking at her.

The sky was full of fireworks, but he only looked at her, and the small flames reflected in his eyes, including her silhouette, were clearly visible.

Her nose soured, and she turned her eyes away from him, staring at the tips of her shoes in a daze.

If he doesn't refuse marriage, why should he be so good to her, or he has the idea of making her a side room.

I'm afraid I'll disappoint him, she only does the main room.

He didn't refuse the marriage, and her promised affection was gone.

The fireworks ended.

The boy let go of his hand and walked over to the royal children.