Zheng Songyuan didn't move, his mind was full of irritability, Zheng Nianru turned one just now, and he turned another one, because the second book of the Yuanzhong Straight Dao Book Shen Houmu's face was more exquisite?

"Don't make a fuss, take a good look." Zheng Songyuan felt that he was irritable and had nowhere to vent, so he patiently picked up the scattered paper album and put it in front of Zheng Nianru again.

"Why?" Zheng Nianru was still casually flipping through it, looking at it carefully for a little longer, and even picked up one of them, held it in his hand, and slowly approached Zheng Songyuan.

"Brother Prince, Brother Prince."

Zheng Songyuan didn't want to pay attention to it, and wanted to snatch the paper book in the hand of the girl in front of him.

"Brother Prince, have you noticed that this person named Shen Houmu is a little like you." Zheng Nianru took a paper album and put it next to Zheng Songyuan, and happily compared it, "Well, the face is similar, and the nose is also like ......."

Zheng Songyuan felt an indescribable irritability in his heart, wanting to disassemble himself and tear himself apart, so that every place could fly out and get out of his control.

Like? So it can be replaced, can it be so happy?

"Brother Prince, are you choosing a guard? Not, these people are all civil officials, you choose henchmen? Zheng Nianru leaned closer, as if she was very happy that she had guessed.

"No, Uncle Huang asked me to pick a few with excellent character, appearance, and talent, for you to see, are you satisfied?" Zheng Songyuan said it in a mouthful, as if that irritability would also go out with this resentment.

Zheng Nianru was slightly stunned, looking at Zheng Songyuan, unhappy? At this time, Zheng Songyuan didn't seem to be able to hide her feelings well, why didn't she see it at all at that time?

Also, in the previous life, Zheng Songyuan also did such a thing, and he was not happy at that time? But in the previous life, she didn't realize that she was unhappy with herself.

Zheng Nianru put down the paper book, and her mood was much calmer than in her previous life, and she didn't move.

"Brother, are you unhappy?" Zheng Nianru's voice eased out in her throat for a while, with a low tone that revealed her heart, slightly hoarse and with the sweetness of a girl, Zheng Nianru wanted to reach out and touch it, but forget it.

Zheng Songyuan calmed down slightly, as if he was distressed by his leaking emotions. Sensitive and quick to find out, Nianru called him brother.

In the past, when she was happy, she would call the prince's brother, and when she was unhappy, she would call him Zheng Songyuan.

But never called him like this, did he scare her?

What did he scare her for, she didn't know at all, she didn't know anything, it was Duanwang's meaning, Duanwang wanted to marry her off early.

"Your father is afraid that you will be wronged in the palace, find a ......" Zheng Songyuan glanced at the paper book, those two words were not spoken, "In the end, it is also a way to get out of the palace." ”

Zheng Nianru naturally knew that even in her previous life, she didn't come up with any other better way. Not only can her father still see her as before, and she will not be grief-stricken, and the days to come will be as if she is dead. can also see Zheng Songyuan again from time to time, even if it is to use this method to get farther and farther away from him, and there is no way to do it in the future.

"Can't it be the other way?" Zheng Nianru's voice trembled, making the man's heart tug up all of a sudden, "I don't want to leave the palace, I just want to be like this now, I can see you every day." ”

Zheng Nianru didn't think that she could not marry, just be the old county lord of the Southern Zheng Kingdom, trapped in the palace all her life, and she could see King Duan and see him. Father can't live without him, and she can't do without Zheng Junyuan.

She would die if she left him, and at the moment of his death, Zheng Nianru clearly felt that all the power in her body had been drained, and she was a walking dead if she survived. Zheng Nianru felt that every breath she took was superfluous, and she was questioning why she was still alive and why she hadn't died.

No matter how much Ju Nan pleases her repeatedly, he even brought those things he never despised into the palace, and let those handsome and fresh lives fill her heart and plug her wounds.

Zheng Nianru remembered that among the various young men who came back from the south area, there was one who looked very similar to Zheng Songyuan, and that resemblance was not only in appearance, but also in demeanor, Zheng Nianru could even feel that the man deliberately imitated Zheng Songyuan.

But that's not Zheng Songyuan, her prince's brother.

Zheng Nianru's sudden sadness spread out like paper, a moment of depression, the girl's tears before reaching the bottom of her eyes were not full, and the paper and ink, calligraphy and paintings, tables and chairs in the study were all impregnated with sad emotions, spreading silently.

Zheng Songyuan seemed to be drenched by the rain of sadness, and his previous irritability disappeared without a trace, replaced by panic, remorse, and self-blame.

What kind of anger is he messing around, doesn't he know what Nianru is thinking? Over and over again, to probe, to verify, to repeat the second question.

It is his selfishness, his filthy mind, which is hidden in his heart, which has rotted and emits a foul smell, and he does not dare to open it, and when he opens it, it is unbearable, ugly, and irreversible.

The time in the study slowly leaked, Zheng Nianru only heard the sigh in his heart, what else was he doing so hard, the competition in the previous life was exchanged for such a catastrophic result.

Her swimming life has never ended well because of her weakness, incompetence, and stupidity.

Now, why not do what you want, don't force it, don't refuse, she can't think of so many conspiracies in her brain, her brain can't reach it, she has a headache when she thinks about it, she is happy to enjoy it and takes it for granted, it is a rice worm that is raised in a rice tank, the flower in the flower room that has not been weathered.

Zheng Nianru's eyes were lowered, and Zheng Songyuan in front of him was close at hand, panting, warm, and able to speak, not a portrait.

Zheng Nianru slowly stretched out her hand, actively, tentatively, and slowly touched Zheng Songyuan's hand that was also on the table.

Zheng Nianru thinks that this meaning is different, different from her cold, pestering and noisy touch on weekdays, she fantasizes that she can feel the temperature of this hand calmly, can carefully trace the palm prints of the fingertips, and can feel his heart.

Zheng Nianru's fingertips had just touched the back of Zheng Songyuan's hand, and she could clearly feel the man's subconscious resistance from the bottom of her heart for a moment, as if all the rationality and all the commanding heights of quality and morality were clamoring. However, Zheng Songyuan didn't move, and it was as if he had pressed the stop button.

Zheng Nianru smiled slightly, calmly and not afraid that this short touch would suddenly disappear, her fingertips slowly slid on the warm skin, feeling the wonderful feeling of two different temperatures merging into one, like a peaceful lake, with a gentle breeze.

Zheng Songyuan turned his hand suddenly, wrapping the soft wattle that was "weird" on the back of his hand in the palm of his hand, and the hot temperature instantly turned over the clouds and rain, tumbling on the surface of the lake.