The spring night was a little cold, and Yang Xianrong was still sitting at the desk in the corner of the dormitory, looking at the calligraphy, reading the book, or holding a cup of tea that had been cold.

It was quiet in the Guangmo Palace, with only the slight crackling of coals.

This is Cuixi specially caged the fire, thinking that the cold dew is still heavy, and the sheep is weak and eats less, so he still needs some fireworks.

She didn't wait around her, because she didn't like anyone standing around her.

Therefore, Cui Xi just prepared all the affairs, and slept with Lan Xiang in the small room on the inside of the dormitory early, and if Yang Xianrong was in need, he would call them.

Huizhu and Mama Coriander slept on the low floor outside, tonight it was Zhang Lianghoe standing at the door on duty, and then Yuan Jianshuo, who was in charge of patrolling, walked around quietly with the team. Zhang Heng, who was wearing armor, stood in the corner of the gate of Jinyong City and lit a small bonfire, and threw a few hairy chestnuts into it, and then looked at the burning fire in a daze.

The city was plunged into a great darkness, with no moon or light, only the flickering of candles. In the midst of such a night, it makes people feel a little calm. After all, it has been more than two months since Sima Lun's usurpation of the throne, and people are very adaptable and have begun to settle for the status quo, and those soldiers who defend the city have even fallen asleep in some hidden corners and snores.

What else?

Even if it collapses on this day, you still have to eat, sleep and go to the toilet.

Zhang Heng touched the letterhead in his arms, but his heart was gloomy. He is not Zhang Lin's three clans, but he has been playing with Zhang Lin since he was a child, and he also hates Zhang Lin's appearance, but everyone is doing things for the Sima royal family, and they have maintained a good relationship for the sake of family affection.

However, Zhang Lin died...... Death is sudden, and not sudden.

His mind was in turmoil.

Several dark shadows quietly approached Jinyong City, their speed was very fast, and under the cover of the night, they had silently come to the shadows under the tall walls of Jinyong City.

Suddenly, the hairy chestnuts burst open, and there was a thunderclap sound, which frightened Zhang Heng to take two steps back, open the gate of Jinyong City, and go to get the spear at the door to pull the hairy chestnuts in the fire. But the spear seemed to be stuck on the weapon rack behind the door, and he called out to a few soldiers at the door to help him......

At this time, those black shadows entered through the cracks in the city gate, and quickly disappeared into the palace full of black shadows.

At this time, Yang Xianrong felt hot and dry due to the cage fire, took off his coat, stood in front of the desk, and thought that he should change a brush.

Suddenly, dark shadows were reflected on the screens, on the bookcases, and on the white walls.

She was a little surprised, and asked in a low voice, "Cuixi, why haven't you gone to sleep yet?" ”

But the shadow didn't answer her, just silently approached, but walked slowly.

Yang Xianrong was a little strange, and couldn't help but turn around to look.

But this glance really frightened her, it turned out to be a masked man dressed in black who was slowly approaching, although he did not have any sharp weapons in his hand, but it also looked extremely dangerous. When she wanted to scream, it was too late, and the man stepped forward to cover her mouth, and held her firmly in his arms, and his hands were grabbed by one hand, and the situation was very embarrassing.

"Don't be afraid, it's me." This turned out to be Sima Ying.

Yang Xianrong was so frightened that tears were about to flow out, and when he heard this voice, he forced back stiffly, staring at the person in front of him with wide eyes, the familiar eyes were indeed Sima Ying, but the light in his eyes was a little more vicissitudes and uncertainties, and even a little indifferent.

Because he was covered by Sima Ying, Yang Xianrong had no way to speak, so he had to nod and shake his head.

Sima Ying looked at her with a little amusement, and couldn't help asking, "Just nod your head, why do you still shake your head?" ”

Yang Xianrong frowned, snorted his mouth, and moved his hands, trying to escape his confinement.

Sima Ying laughed again, and said in her ear: "Queen Taishang, I didn't expect me to come, right?" ”

At this moment, Yang Xianrong suddenly raised his knee and directly hit Sima Ying's lower abdomen. Sima Ying was also startled and let go of her hand to hold her leg, but it was too late...... It hurt a lot this time, and through the black scarf, you could see that Sima Ying's facial features were a little distorted.

Yang Xianrong had escaped from his embrace, quickly stood behind the desk, looked at him with wide eyes, and picked up a paperweight bluestone in his hand.

"Hey, how can you do this to me?" Sima Ying endured the pain, propped her hands on the desk, and whispered, "I really risked my life to see you...... It seems that you are quite good, this day of the queen is also pampered, and you live a very comfortable life, right? ”

"What are these words? Are you coming to see me, or are you watching my jokes? Yang Xianrong finally opened his mouth, and his voice was not loud, but it was full of displeasure.

"Naturally, I came to see you." Sima Ying's voice softened a lot, and even slowed down. He looked at Yang Xian's emaciated face, and asked, "Why did you lose so much weight?" Don't...... The fetus consumes you too much? Will others get fat when they are pregnant? ”

"Then I'm the thinner kind of ......" Yang Xianrong also looked at him, wondering in his heart the meaning of his words.

"Why don't you go to sleep? Fetal security is the most important thing. Sima Ying sighed and took off the black scarf on her face. Under the background of the candle flame, his face was blue-black, and there was a lot of stubble, and where was the appearance of Sven's handsome prince, but he was as haggard and sloppy as if he had been running for a few days and nights. Rong'er ...... This troubled world has begun, you have to take care of yourself. ”

"You...... Why come? Yang Xianrong still asked.

"For you."

Just these two words, hitting the tip of the sheep's heart, soft but heavy. She looked at the person in front of her, and suddenly felt a lot of pain in her heart, so painful that she couldn't breathe.

"Did you know it's dangerous? Do you know Sima Lun......"

"But, I miss you so much." Sima Ying actually said it like this, and even the candle flame on the side stagnated.

Yang Xianrong's tears finally flowed, silently but couldn't stop.

Sima Ying walked around behind the desk, this time it was a hug, using the temperature of her body to warm her, and her face to wipe her tears, and those silent thoughts would make a loud noise in her heart.

The two of them hugged each other like this for a long, long time.

For a long time later, Yang Xianrong was thinking about how good it would be if he could do this for a lifetime. Don't pay attention to those disputes, the ownership of imperial power, or even those gossips, it's just that the two of them belong to each other, and hugging quietly like this should be able to withstand the cold of this troubled world, right?