"Thank you, Xiaofeng, for bringing me back to the palace. Dressed in a goose-yellow dress tightly wrapped around Wu Ming's perfect body, standing in the room where she once lived, behind her was Xiaofeng, who was silently watching her.

"I just hope you don't regret the decisions you made in the future. Xiaofeng lowered his head and reminded.

"In the past few months, you can see how I've been doing, although now that my martial arts are gone, don't I get the peace of a lifetime?"

"You know, as long as you get too emotional, your heart will hurt so much that you will go mad and lose your life? ”

"I know I'm going to protect myself, I don't want to die yet. ”

"You must remember that I am always there for you, you are never alone, at least there is, I know?"

Nameless nodded, "I know." Still want to thank you for everything you have done for me. ”

"I'm leaving, take care!" Wu Ming stared in the direction Xiao Feng left and muttered, "Xiao Feng take care." ”

In the past few months, in order to find a way to alleviate the bloodthirsty pill, Xiaofeng ran away from all the famous doctors in the rivers and lakes, and finally ended in failure, and finally in their discouragement, Wu Ming found a way, that is, to abolish martial arts and become an ordinary person. She begged Xiaofeng to break her tendons and lay on the bed for a month. Slowly, Wu Ming learns to walk, run, and do daily activities like a baby who is a few months old.

Thinking of this experience now, Nameless herself would not believe that she had lost more than ten years of martial arts overnight, but she had also gained happiness.

A palace maid came from a distance, and Wu Ming recognized that it was Xiao Lan, the maid in the palace of the second prince Yi Hanhai, and the relationship with Wu Ming was still good, and she often played with Wu Ming. Xiaolan saw a woman standing in the nameless room, and walked quickly to the front of the room and looked at Wuming in surprise, "Sister Nameless, you're finally back!" Xiaolan wanted to give Wuming a big hug, but when she saw Wuming's repulsive eyes, she could only withdraw her hand stretched out in mid-air.

Xiaolan asked excitedly: "Sister Wuming, where have you been in the past few months, I'm so worried about you!"

Wu Ming patted the top of Xiaolan's head affectionately, and said gently: "This is not the place to talk, let's go back to the room." ”

Xiaolan was shocked by the sudden intimacy, and she couldn't believe that Wu Ming would pat her on the head and speak to her softly with her big eyes.

"How's it going?"

Xiaolan shook her head and pouted: "It's not good, these days, His Royal Highness the Second Prince has recovered, but I didn't see you, I looked for you like crazy, even if the queen mother dissuaded me many times, it was useless." ”

Wu Ming's face was still faint, and he was already very happy in his heart: "Now, how is he?"

"You haven't heard from you for three months, and you drink every day except for the court. ”

Nameless lowered his head: "Am I so important in his heart?"

Xiaolan nodded vigorously: "Of course, I have never seen the second prince do this for a woman!" It's just that Xiaolan didn't say this.

"How are you doing?"

"Hey, I'm a slave and a maidservant, and I'm still the same as before. By the way, sister, where have you been these days?"

Wuming rolled his eyebrows: "It's nothing, I'm just going to worship my past." ”

The two talked about going to bed late at night, but they couldn't fall asleep without a name, and looked at the ceiling carved with lotus patterns with open eyes, everything here made her feel familiar, and the memories of Yi Hui came like a tide, and at the same time, she also remembered Yi Mo, who had already left her.

The cold wind in the night was whistling, blowing the curtains, and the silence in the darkness made Wu Ming feel inexplicably irritable, and quickly lifted the curtains, and the man in white who was standing upright like a pine tree not far away had his back to Wu Ming. Wu Ming narrowed his eyes, his back was so familiar

, Three thousand ink hairs were tied up with a hosta, holding a jade flute in his hand, he didn't move, but let Wu Ming feel that he was approaching, Wu Ming sat on the edge of the bed, kept looking at this person, and didn't speak.