He seemed to have a lot to say to her, but at this moment, he could only turn into a shallow sigh. But even this sigh only slowly dissipated in his heart.

He stared at her fixedly, and stepped forward step by step.

He saw him take a step, she took a step back, he took another step, and she slammed into the door behind her, and looked at him with trepidation in her eyes, as if she really didn't know him.

But...... Little girl, how could Jiang Wu in this life look at Xie Yu in this life with such a frightened eye?

He sighed softly in his heart, and his eyes were as calm as ever, but also a little silent. He went further, but she couldn't retreat, and her eyes were closed tremblingly.

The flower on the ground was completely crushed into a thin body like a leaf, and it was panicked but helpless, turning into the dust of tomorrow. Jiang Wu looked at the flower under his snow-white clothes, which only had a little sigh left, and cried out in an instant.

His eyes froze, and he stopped.

Fingers were raised, trying to wipe away the tears left for her, but she directly subconsciously avoided it, and the fear in her eyes almost overflowed.

His hand, dangling in midair.

There was a hint of astringency in his heart, and he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. It's like the glass of wine that belonged to him, and she smiled lightly and served it to others.

He didn't know why his wife, who had been with him for decades, was afraid of him.

He put down his hand, and did not go forward, nor did he go back, he knew that she was born again, and she knew that he knew that she was born again, but she told him over and over again in this dimly lit room, with tears in her eyes, that she was not.

What does she want to do? He had obviously acquiesced to all her plans, and he had even allowed her everything at the cost of hurting herself, but now, what did she want to do.

In silence, the tears in her eyes fell little by little, and she cried silently, he could only hide his rare dazed helplessness by the moonlight.

In her last life, did she cry like this?

Xie wanted to search for memories all over the time, but he couldn't find one time. She didn't look at him again, and slowly crouched down, not wanting to look at him again. He was stunned and didn't understand, why...... That's going to be it.

He tried to speak, but he seemed to be dumb and couldn't say a word.

Something, breaking through the ground in the heart. He had ups and downs in his life, climbing all the way from the academy to the position of prime minister, he followed the prince who was beaten and oppressed by the emperor, and forced the palace to overthrow the rotten world with him. After the crown prince ascended the throne, he withstood the pressure of the courtiers and gave him the position of prime minister.

He cleared the name of slander for his father, and after the death of his best friend the crown prince, according to his wishes, he supported the weak but orthodox prince to ascend to the throne, stabilized the world for him, and opened up the wasteland. But in that vast life, he never had a moment, as dazed as now.

His wife, in his presence, wept.

She cried like snow that had fallen that year.

Even in his memory, the snow in the year she left was too cold.

The tips of his fingers trembled, trying to step forward and do something, but stopped at her full body of resistance.

"Jiang, ......" he hesitated to speak, but Jiang buried her head and trembled, and didn't look at him for a long time. The emotions in his eyes were dark and unclear, and the sudden chaos made him hesitate a little, and he didn't know what the astringent emotions were in his heart, and in her crying, it was thick, as if it was about to swallow him.

But in the midst of the long silence, he leaned down and put his hand on her face.

The cold touch made Jiang Wu's body tremble, and then, he was held hostage by her and looked at him slowly. The moment she met his eyes, she seemed to be at the bottom of the snowy lake that year, and the water of the lake was constantly invading her body, and she actually didn't know if she was struggling at that time.

But in the end, she died in that icy lake.

But in this life, my aunt is still there, and she can't die.

She hurriedly turned her face away, broke free of his cold hand, and looked at him with some trepidation. It's almost like 'what are you going to do' on your face.

Xie Yuwan was afraid of hurting people, so he didn't use too much force, but he was broken free at this time, and when he saw that she finally looked at him, he didn't move again, just looked at the expression on her face, and was a little angry.

A sour and angry emotion hit him.

He looked at the guarded girl and raised his hand, but he still held her shoulders while she struggled. He held her shoulders and forced her to look at him.

Jiang Wu actually rarely saw him like this...... Mean looks.

Knowing that she was afraid, knowing that she was afraid, he still pinched her face and fixed her shoulders, just to make her look at him. Her eyes twitched as she looked at the man in front of her.

His snow-white robe was half on hers, and they were so close to each other at this time.

It's even a lot closer than in previous lives, most of the time.

But even when she was afraid, at this time, she still couldn't resentment and disgust. She knew Xie Yuwan's character, since she took the initiative to climb into his bed first, he agreed, and in his heart, she would be his property for the rest of her life.

She hadn't felt anything wrong with it before, and even now, she didn't really think it was too much of a problem.

It's just that...... This is not the last life.

There was no glass of wine, no gossip all over the city, she didn't even glance at him, why, she still wanted, willingly, to offer her life destined to be without love.

She said in a trembling voice: "Master, those poems and books are rules and etiquette, are they teaching Master, that you forced her so much in a woman's boudoir in the middle of the night?" ”

Xie Yuwan smiled softly, his bony hand removed from her, and he slowly stood up straight, one hand slowly behind his back.

At this moment, those emotions that had been circulating in his eyes turned into indifference.

Only the eyes remained, and there was some inexplicable darkness, but after a while, they also returned to calm.

After everything fell silent, he looked down at her and said softly: "Then, Jiang Wu, did I teach you those poems, rules, and etiquette in the past, is that what made you speak skillfully at this time?" ”

Between his eyebrows, because of a faint anger, there was even a little more meanness.

Jiang Wu pinched her hand, looked at him, and said as before: "Student, I don't know what you're talking about, Master, I'm going to rest, please leave my room." ”

Xie Yuwan looked at her calmly, and Jiang Wan also looked back, slowly, word by word, and added: "In the future, please also ask the master, don't come again." ”

She looked at him for a long time, but she didn't look away.

Those fears were still creeping in her heart, but she knew that if she wasn't firm at this time, if she was more determined, he would just go his own way.

She knew that he would not do anything to her even if they were alone in the dimly lit room, she knew that she was not married.

But as long as it was contact, even if it was just a fingertip, she resisted in every way.

Obviously, as long as he pretends not to know, the two of them can be safe and sound, and there will be no intersection in this life. He also knew that she would never stop him in the slightest, and the only failure in his history books in the past could disappear, what is he doing now.

After meeting in this life, Xie Yuwan saw the most is Jiang Yuwan's back.

At this time, she was right in front of him, he waited for the reincarnation of fate, and finally, he was able to take a good look at this face that had been in his dream for half a year.

But why is it that the distance between reaching out and being able to touch is so far?

He thought of the drifting snow, remembered the cold warm soup outside the study, frowned, and said softly: "Xiaowu, are you angry?" ”

He seemed to have finally found out from his memories the reason why she was so strange at this time.

Jiang Wu was stunned and looked at him.

In his frowning eyes, he said word by word: "Master, the student does not know everything you said today, and the relationship between the student and you is not enough for you to call the student like this. ”

With that, she held on to the door, got up from the ground, and stiffly clasped the closed door with a snap, the tips of her fingers were bleeding from the barbs on the door, and she felt the pain and stopped.

Moonlight poured in through the half-open window, and she looked at the silent Xie Yuwan and pointed to the window.

"The door to the student's room is broken, Master, please."

Xie Yuwan followed the direction of Jiang Wan's finger and looked over, only to see that the moonlight reflected a piece by the window, revealing a narrow piece of light. He did not speak, but took the fire from the side and lit the oil lamp.

In an instant, everything in the house was lit up.

A pair of hands covered Jiang Ao's eyes, and a slightly cool touch came from between her eyes, which should have been resisted, but Jiang Auntie was already a little tired and bored.

If she continues like this, in her life, she will leave Xie Yuwan with the few guiltes of her previous life, and I am afraid that she will be exhausted.

Should she confess to him?

Tell him that she was indeed reborn, but that her aunt was still alive, and she didn't want to repeat the absurd trajectory of her previous life. She...... I don't want to feel the cold lake anymore, and I don't want to have a trace of hope for his love.

Can she?

Without waiting for Jiang Wu to think clearly, the hand in front of her moved away, and for a period of time, the light that lit up did not feel dazzling. She looked at him, and saw him take the handkerchief, bow his head, and wrap the wound on the tip of his finger for her.

She was stunned, not understanding what he was doing.

Xie Yuwan didn't speak again, but whispered outside: "Mo Huai, open the door." ”

Jiang Wu was stunned for a moment, looking at his hanging sleeves and swiping across her fingertips.

Then, without saying anything more, he left in silence. Mo Huai was behind him, bowed to her, and closed the door for her. After all the voices that could be heard in her ears disappeared, Jiang Wu looked at the handkerchief on her fingertips in silence.

Her hand hesitated on the handkerchief for a moment, but still did not pull it away.

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"Tick-"

"Tick ————"

Xie Yuwan's eyes were half-down, looking at the rain falling from the sky, and Mo Huai held up an umbrella from behind him. He didn't say anything more, just walked forward in silence.

Why...... So angry?

Because of the sentence 'self-destruction and reputation, the villain did it', but that sentence was not him. Isn't it consensual between him and her?

She really thought that if he didn't want to, would she be able to enter the Prime Minister's Mansion?

In this world, there are so many ways for men to deal with a woman who has been drugged and climbed into bed, why must they marry.

And the medicine in the wine, she knew in her heart, was not given by her. What does that sentence have to do with her? Why was she so angry with him because of that?

The rain slid through his fingertips, and Xie Wanwan sighed softly.

No wonder the glass of wine was given to the scholar at the next table, no wonder he didn't recognize the things of his previous life today, it turned out that he had been angry because of his words in his previous life.

Get angry, and after a while, it should be fine.

Thinking like this, Xie Yuwan's eyes looked a lot better.

Mo Huai looked at his son, the hand holding the umbrella trembled a little, the people below reported some things, he didn't know if he wanted to tell his son at this time.

As soon as he raised his eyes again, Mo Huai saw that the son in front of him took a deep look at the place where Miss Jiang San's courtyard was located. Mo Huai's voice was not as cold as before, but he was a little hesitant.

"Childe." Mo Huai said.

Xie Yuwan didn't pay much attention to it, he responded calmly, and then heard Mo Huaidao.

"Today, Miss Jiang San handed over the wine to the scholar, named Yu Chen, from the Yu family in Jiangnan, and his father was a fourth-grade petty official, who was recently transferred to Chang'an...... The Yu family just handed over a Geng post with the Jiang family a few days ago, yes, it was Miss Jiang San's. ”

Jiangnan Yujia, Yu Chen, Geng Ti, Miss Jiang San.

The rain was falling slowly, and only a lamp at the door of the small courtyard in the distance reflected a little light. Mo Huai was silent, not daring to raise his head, and after a long time, he heard the son who had been silent for a long time, and laughed softly.

Mo Huai couldn't describe this chuckle.

Many years later, he realized that this was forbearance and restraint, but he never showed it...... Extreme rage.

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