Yun Zhao and Wang Yanshu both breathed a sigh of relief for each other, sat down again, and looked at each other. Those hidden thoughts all want to hide deeply, but they are all afraid of exposure.

Yun Zhao took the lead in looking away and added a chopstick fish to him: "Sir, try it, this fish from Qianchun Building is delicious." ”

Yun Zhao watched him eat slowly and methodically, and his heart was happy.

"Sir, I asked you what your plans are, do you want to ask you if you would like to go to the south with me?"

Wang Yanshu looked up at her stunned. Yun Zhao was at a loss, and explained with teeth and claws: "It's not that I don't mean anything else, I'm afraid that Mr. will have nothing to do in Beijing... Ah no, Mr. is a great talent, it is really a waste to stay in the Hou Mansion..."

The waste is dead. Yun Zhao scolded himself secretly. She is obviously clever and tongue-in-cheek, how can she be so stupid.

Wang Yanshu looked at her and smiled, and slowly spoke: "Yes." ”

She breathed a sigh of relief and took several sips of water.

"Eat." Wang Yanshu sandwiched a piece of fish for her and put it in a bowl.

Yun Zhao grinned.

"It turns out that the little marquis likes this!" The door of the private room was pushed open, and Yun Zhao looked over, and it turned out to be Gan Qing. She had almost forgotten about him.

Gan Qing smiled very much, he walked up and turned to Wang Yanshu and said, "Yo! Isn't this the gentleman you kept in the house? It's white, it's white..."

Wang Yanshu's face turned pale in his naked gaze.

Yun Zhao stood up suddenly, grabbed him by the collar, turned him around, and slapped him.

"Pop", loud and crisp. Wang Yanshu and Gan Qing were stunned.

Yun Zhao's eyes were red, and he glared angrily.

Gan Qing stared at her in disbelief. Yun Zhaoyou was furious: "Apologize to Mr. ”

Gan Qing wiped the corners of his mouth, revealing a cynical coldness: "Apologize? Again, I'm not wrong. You raise him in the house, and the ...... outside! ”

A "snap" interrupted his gibberish.

Yun Zhao slapped him again, this time symmetrical.

Gan Qing shook his head, some tinnitus. He laughed angrily, and raised his face to look at her defiantly: "You can't bear to say two words to him?" ”

Yun Zhao wanted to slap him again, but she caught a glimpse of her husband's worried face and clenched her fists.

"Reluctantly! Mr. treats me like a mountain, and now you speak out to ruin his reputation, do you think it's over after two slaps? ”

"What else do you want?"

"Apologies to Mr."

Gan Qing snorted coldly and never mentioned it.

Wang Yanshu came over and pulled her: "Let's go, let's go back." ”

Yun Zhao was sad, but he didn't want to refute Mr.'s face.

On the way back, Wang Yanshu was very quiet.

Gan Qing's words echoed in his mind repeatedly, those evil words that were cut off by the slap.

Yun Zhao also pretended to be in his heart, and followed him in a daze. Turning the corner, a truck carrying goods passed by her, and she dodged in, stepped on the corner of her skirt, and fell out. Wang Yanshu's eyes were quick, and he grabbed her waist.

"How old are you and you're still walking so carelessly."

Yun Zhaobian flattened his mouth and remained silent. He let go of his hand as if he had been stabbed, and turned to walk forward. This silence made Yun Zhao feel difficult to breathe. "Sir."

Yun Zhao stopped and called him, and he turned around.

"Sir, don't take Gan Qing's words to heart."

"He knows you well?" Wang Yanshu asked, "The last time I was in Shuozhou, he was the one who admired the moon with you, right?" ”

Yun Zhao frowned, she almost forgot about such a distant thing.

"It's him. He was originally a Zhonglang general under the command of General Gan, and later he asked himself to stay in Shuozhou, so he came under my command. I only have a military relationship with him, and I have nothing else to do. The last moon viewing was really just a misunderstanding. ”

Wang Yanshu nodded: "Go home." ”

He thought indifferently that what Gan Qing said might be right. He even wanted to laugh a little.

Yun Zhao stood still and didn't move: "Sir, can you tell me if you have anything to say?" Don't hold it all to heart. ”

He looked over, facing the moonlight, people were like bright moons. His gaze was so cold, Yun Zhao was very afraid.

"Yun Zhao, you are an eagle in the sky, not a swallow bird in my hand." He whispered, "You don't have to fight with others for me." ”

She felt a chill run through it, and reached out to touch his hand and withdrew it. Yun Zhao reluctantly laughed: "Yun Zhao understands." ”

Back home, they hurriedly said goodbye and went back to their respective homes. In the dead of night, Wang Yanshu was drinking alone in the house. He has always been self-denying, and he has never been greedy for cups.

There was no light in the room, and it was pitch black. He melted into the night, holding the flask, sip after sip.

There were some secret thoughts that made him feel ashamed.

It was the girl he held in the palm of his hand to take care of her, he cherished her loneliness, loved her strong, and pitied her stubbornness, and he was willing to take care of her like a brother and father until life and death parted.

Life and death are parting.

He scoffed, and in what capacity did he make this promise?

Wang Yanshu wiped his face and stood up with a deep breath. He staggered to the edge of the bed and collapsed on the bed.

Gan Qing's eyes and Yun Zhao's humiliated anger aroused tremors in his heart.

"Zhao'er."

He sneered and patted his face: "Wang Yanshu, you are so shameful!" ”

Early the next morning, Yun Zhao was summoned to the East Palace again. She waited in the palace for a long time, and the prince was late. He was wearing luxurious court clothes, long and elegant, and he was far from Ji Xingyan in Yun Zhao's memory.

The prince was still smiling when he saw her, and there was a hint of coldness in his voice: "Yesterday in Qianchun Building, I heard that you lost your temper?" ”

"How do you know?" She blurted out that Fang knew that she was rude, and hurriedly lowered her head and waved her hands, "The minister is offended, please forgive your highness." ”

The prince didn't care about her etiquette at all, and suddenly grabbed her folded hands. Being held in pain, Yun Zhao was forced to look up at him, frightened by his eyes.

"I can know about you as long as I want to know." The crown prince carries the majesty of the superior, and his deep eyebrows and eyes are like a lake in late autumn, calm and waveless, and frightening.

Yun Zhao lowered her head, her eyes fell on the overlapping hands, once upon a time she remembered that their hands were still fleshy, and at this time, if she suddenly dreamed, his fingers were slender, the bones were distinct, and he was a pair of powerful and good-looking hands.

"Yun Zhao, I ask you, you and your husband..."

Yun Zhao seemed to have been stepped on by the tail, and suddenly pulled his hand out, looking at him in shock, too late to retract the anger in his eyes.

The prince also looked at her heavily, not caring about her offense. He only pursed his lips and hid the second half of the sentence very intimately.

"Yun Zhao, you know what I mean."

The words he refused to utter were dirty and vicious.

Yun Zhao felt that his face was hot, he felt humiliated, and he was jumping hoarse in his heart.

She took away all her thoughts and said calmly: "Sir is just sir, he is kind to me, and I can't allow anyone to slander him like this." ”

"Sir just sir?" The prince's obsidian eyes stared at her with such obvious doubts and distrust.

Yun Zhao felt like he was going crazy.

Why did she have to explain her relationship with her husband to others against her will?

When she was left behind in the Hou Mansion and was lonely and helpless, it was her husband who protected her, supported a family, and did not hesitate to ruin her career.

All of them, why should they question his identity?

She took a deep breath and met his eyes: "Yes, sir is just sir." ”

"Don't lie to me."

"The minister does not dare to deceive His Royal Highness the Prince."

Ji Xingyan shrugged his shoulders and became a scoundrel again: "Have you lied to me since I was a child?" ”

Yun Zhao only felt a headache, but the warm heat of summer could not get her rid of the cold that flowed from her bones.

He suddenly asked again: "Yun Zhao, how many years have we known each other?" ”

"Ten years."

From the age of six to sixteen, they have been together for almost all their time in ignorance.

"Yes, ten years, not a lot."

Yun Zhao looked at him suspiciously, but he laughed strangely: "I forgive you." ”

"Forgive me what?"

"Forgive me for eating fish with me at noon and fish with your husband at night."

Something broke in the air, a "poof".

Yun Zhao reacted for a long time before realizing that it was a light in her heart, which suddenly and decisively went out.

On the day of the opening banquet, Yun Zhaocai saw the little granddaughter of Zhou Taishi again, she was two years old when Yunzhao was young, and when she was eleven years old, she went to Pingnan with her father's transfer.

She is still the same as before, petite, soft and cute. She had a round face, big grape-like eyes, watery eyes, and pink lips that were always pouting.

She cried and cried when she was separated from Yun Zhao, and now when they meet, she is also crying.

"Don't cry, little soft, it won't look good if you cry again."

He glared at her with tearful eyes, like an angry Pomeranian. Her expression made Yun Zhao laugh, and she shouted: "Sister Zhao who has no conscience, you don't even want me." ”

"I miss you. But I really can't find you in the past two years. ”

Speaking of which, he softly grabbed Yun Zhao's hand, looked at her nervously and asked, "Isn't the battlefield very dangerous?" I heard Brother Zizhu say that the battlefield is a sea of blood, and there are mountains of corpses. ”

Yun Zhao remembered the wind in the south and the rough land outside the city. The howls and gore seemed to be gone from her.

She touched Soft's head and smiled at her: "Little Softsoft doesn't listen to this." None of this has anything to do with you. ”

"It has something to do with you, Sister Zhao, are you going to die? I don't want you to die. Her voice was as soft and sharp as her name.

"Lie to you, I rode a horse, like the wind, and the long blade in my hand was like lightning, and it was only a matter of your blink of an eye to kill the enemy. How can it be dangerous? ”

Yun Zhao looked at the tears on her face, and changed the topic with a smile: "Who is Brother Zizhu?" ”

Xi Soft blushed, and lowered his head in shame: "Brother Zizhu is the best person in the world. ”

Her voice was as thin as a mosquito and fly, but Yun Zhao heard it clearly and laughed at her: "Little soft and soft psychology is secret." ”

"Sister Zhao has a secret in her heart?"

She suddenly raised her head and crashed into her moist eyes, and Yun Zhao lost his mind for a moment. She shook her head in denial: "No." ”

The secret of her heart can never be revealed.

Yun Zhao looked to the other side, Wang Yanshu was standing tall and jade, with a brocade robe and jade belt, and was greeting in the crowd. He had a graceful smile on his face, and a calm look in his clear eyes.

As if feeling her gaze, Wang Yanshu turned his head to look over, their eyes met, and they moved away tacitly and panickedly.