The palace maid saw Zhuang Feiyu frozen motionless and refused to leave, so she hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Your Highness, you heard it with your own ears this time, please go back, Her Majesty the Empress is still recuperating, don't make Her Majesty angry again." ”

Zhuang Feiyu really heard with his own ears that Zhuang Mengdie asked people to drive him away, and the matter has come to this point, what else can he say? Zhuang Mengdie really didn't want to see him, and she personally ordered someone to drive him away. If he insists on breaking into the dormitory and insisting on caring for someone who no longer needs his concern, it will only be a self-inflicted disgrace.

Today's Zhuang Mengdie, as the empress, no longer needs her second imperial brother, and he is no longer her second imperial brother. Now she is the king, and he is the minister.

Although from the moment he decided to help Zhuang Mengdie become the empress of the Heavenly Xuan Kingdom, Zhuang Feiyu thought that they might end up like today, but when the cruel truth was really bloody in front of him, he had to face it and accept it, his heart was still so painful and desperate.

Zhuang Feiyu quietly looked at Zhuang Mengdie's dormitory, and the heavy beaded curtain in the dormitory blocked the person he wanted to see the most. After a moment of silence, Zhuang Feiyu finally turned around and slowly left under the gaze of a dozen guards and palace maids.

At some point, snowflakes fell in the sky, first small ice crystals, then goose feathers, and their feet made a rustling sound when they stepped on the thick snow.

The palace with red walls and green tiles has a special interest under the embellishment of goose feathers and heavy snow, but Zhuang Feiyu has no intention of enjoying the scenery, Zhuang Mengdie's words are hovering in his mind, like a biting cold wind at this moment.

The melancholy man in court clothes walked aimlessly in the snow, snowflakes falling on his hair and shoulders......

The garden was quiet, the flowers and trees had fallen asleep in the harsh winter, and only occasionally the sound of the thick snow crushing the branches could be heard.

Tianxuan Kingdom's winter this year seems to be much colder than before, Zhuang Feiyu's ears have been frozen red, but he doesn't seem to feel it at all, or, no matter how cold the wind is, no matter how cold the snow is, it can't make him feel cold compared to what Zhuang Mengdie said just now.

Zhuang Feiyu at this moment, not only is he cold, his whole heart is cold, as if he has fallen into an ice cave and is wrapped in heavy ice.

Walking through the Imperial Garden, Zhuang Feiyu unconsciously came to the Plum Garden.

Since the year when Zhuang Mengdie fell into the lake, every winter, when the first snow falls, Zhuang Feiyu will come to the plum garden to pick the most colorful plum blossom for Zhuang Mengdie.

However, he didn't come this year, and this year's day was the day of Zhuang Mengdie's ascension to the throne as emperor, but it was also the day of her marriage to Yang Jingyue.

Such a happy day is a celebration for the whole country for others, but for Zhuang Feiyu, it is as difficult as suffering from Ling Chi.

Looking up at the plum blossoms in the garden, Zhuang Feiyu stretched out his hand to pick one at will, he put the plum blossoms on the palm of his hand, and watched it quietly, until the snowflakes falling in the palm of his hand completely covered the plum blossom on the palm of his hand, he sighed lightly, turned his palm over, and let the snow and plum blossoms fall on the thick snow together.

He sighed in his heart that this thing was wrong, and sighed, the past between him and Zhuang Mengdie, like the plum blossom in the palm of his hand, had been covered with heavy ice and snow, and never reverted to its appearance, and even after it fell into the snow, it disappeared completely.

Zhuang Feiyu slowly walked towards the most beautiful plum blossom that bloomed as far as the eye could see, the plum blossom bloomed every year, and every year there was the most beautiful one, but from now on, he would never need to pick it again, because he had lost the person who could let him send flowers. Fall in love with the literary network

Walking into the plum blossom tree, Zhuang Feiyu suddenly saw that under the plum tree, there was a light cyan.

When he saw what that light blue was, Zhuang Feiyu's heart was hit hard, it was the handkerchief that Zhuang Mengdie carried with him.

Zhuang Mengdie's favorite color is this light cyan, just like the sky dyed by night rain, the kind of blue and blue light blue. All her handkerchiefs are of this color, and most of her clothes are also of this color, and in the Imperial City of Tianxuan Kingdom, only Zhuang Mengdie has a soft spot for this color.

Zhuang Feiyu looked at the light cyan handkerchief for a moment, and then immediately stepped forward and leaned down to pick up the handkerchief.

Zhuang Feiyu will never admit that he is wrong, it is indeed Zhuang Mengdie's veil. And not far from the veil, there are two clearly visible footprints.

Grabbing the light green handkerchief in his hand, Zhuang Feiyu walked quickly to the two footprints, and his feet slowly stepped into the two obvious footprints.

The cold wind whistled in the ears, blowing the plum blossoms in the plum garden swaying in the wind and snow, and some branches could not even resist the cold wind, and they broke with a "click".

When the plum branch was broken by the wind, listening to the crisp sound, Zhuang Feiyu seemed to hear the sound of his heart breaking into countless petals.

He looked down at the light blue handkerchief in his hand, as if he was stupid.

After a long time, Zhuang Feiyu, who was motionless like a snow sculpture, finally moved, and he slowly unfolded the handkerchief in his hand, and there was a clearly visible dark red on the light blue, which was the blood stains after drying......

In the fragrance of plum blossoms in the plum garden, he still smelled a trace of blood smell of scarlet rust. Zhuang Feiyu raised his hand, slapped his cheek hard.

It snowed heavily last night, and the snowflakes covered everything deeply, but the footprints were still visible. The owner of these footprints must have stood here for a long, long time, until these footprints are so deep that it has been snowing for so long, and they are still so clear.

His dream butterfly, he thought that he was no longer needed, and would not really wait for his dream butterfly, in this cold wind, goose feathers and heavy snow, waiting for him persistently, but he borrowed wine in his mansion to kill his sorrows, and missed the appointment with her.

He missed her appointment, let go of her, and broke her heart, but he blamed her for indifferently turning him away and not allowing him to see her.

Zhuang Feiyu, you bastard!

Zhuang Feiyu raised his hand again and slapped himself hard, the person he was carefully cared for, but in the end, he hurt her the most.

At this moment, Zhuang Feiyu was full of remorse, he even saw Zhuang Mengdie standing in the wind and snow, coughing, anxiously waiting for his appearance, but until she coughed up blood, she didn't wait for the person she was waiting for.

A person who was physically weak, fell ill in the ice lake, and was most afraid of the cold, really waited for him in this ice and snow for a night, and he actually made her wait in vain. At that time, Zhuang Mengdie should have been so lost, how sad, how desperate, and how much he hated him......