In Shang Zhengyu's opinion, since Yu Rouwei and Mu Feiyan are both their wives, there is no reason to hide them from them. Although he thought to himself, if Tang Xiangzhu of Tianxiangyuan knew everything about him and Su Xueyin, would he not wait until Senior Xuan Kongzi came to find him and would raise his hand to crush his bones and ashes?
However, this is Shang Zhengyu's original intention and Shang Zhengyu's persistence.
The softness of the former two were separated, and the temperature in Shang Zhengyu's palm was still warm, which also made Mu Feiyan feel a little relieved. More importantly, although he felt a little heartache, he did not feel that the Taoist heart was broken, nor did he even have too many palpitations.
She kept hinting that maybe she was thinking too much.
Shang Zhengyu brought Yu Rouwei and Mu Feiyan into the room and closed the door, and then brewed a pot of fragrant tea for the two girls with his own hands. Between the curling green smoke, Shang Zhengyu's solemn eyes once again lifted the mood of the two girls. Mu Feiyan's slender jade hand pulled a corner of the dress, and his eyes lingered in the blue smoke in front of him, but his eyes were no longer focal.
Yu Rouwei didn't want Mu Feiyan to be so helpless. As her eldest wife, she could never feel less strange than Mu Feiyan's. However, at this moment, she still had a gentle smile on her face. She stretched out her hand to pull Mu Feiyan's jade hand up, but found that Mu Feiyan's palm was already cold.
Yu Rouwei carefully cared for Mu Feiyan, looked up and smiled at Shang Zhengyu and said slowly: "Husband, you are so serious, but have any important things to tell me the two sisters?"
The word "sister" seems to tie the two together.
Shang Zhengyu slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air in his chest, his face was solemn. He took the two women's tenderness again, thought carefully, and slowly revealed the whole story.
Just as Shang Zhengyu thought, there was no concealment at all.
Originally, the two girls didn't believe it. Yu Rouwei even thought her husband was joking at first, but it was just a daydream. Who in this world can have such incredible magical means, sympathy and wandering around, and the husband is so serious about such an illusory thing.
But when Yu Rouwei heard Su Xueyin appear, the smile on her face gradually solidified, while Mu Feiyan's face was even more ashes. The slender hand held by Shang Zhengyu was also tightly held, trembling in the cold, and her slender nails were almost embedded in the flesh.
When he finished listening to Shang Zhengyu's words, the room was so cold that there was no trace of temperature.
"All this is true?"
As Shang Zhengyu thought, the first one to speak was Yu Rouwei. However, what surprised Shang Zhengyu did not show any expression he expected on Yu Rouwei's face, and he still smiled softly at him, although the tears at the corners of her eyes were so obvious.
Shang Zhengyu nodded.
Shang Zhengyu felt guilty about the two daughters. He naturally had the position of Yu Rouwei and Mu Feiyan in his heart, and he never denied the love he had for them. But no matter how hard he tried, he could not do as wholeheartedly as the two daughters hoped.
Su Xueyin's death was like a thorn, deeply piercing in Shang Zhengyu's heart, and it was already integrated with the flesh and blood and could not be pulled out. That was the deepest pain in Shang Zhengyu's heart.
Originally, Shang Zhengyu thought everything had been forgotten by him, and his only thought was to improve his cultivation and kill Bai Cangtian to avenge Su Xueyin. But in Mingming's body, there was a trace of Su Xueyin's obsession, and when he had been with him for so many years, Shang Zhengyu suddenly felt at a loss.
So, he chose to tell him out and then suffer all the worst consequences.
"Husband, how can you do this! How can you..."
Mu Feiyan's suppressed emotions burst out instantly. She suddenly pulled her hand out of Shang Zhengyu's hand and retreated involuntarily. The crystal tears fell down her cheeks, ticking on the ground of the room, gradually splashing water.
"This is not true, husband, tell me that none of these are true!"
Mu Feiyan's heartache at this moment was simply unspeakable. She had never thought of the heartbreak of today since her parents died. It was as if her heart had been torn apart by life, and that cruel executioner was her favorite husband.
The husband I have been thinking about has become the culprit who hurts me.
"No, don't want Feiyan, never want it!"
Long black hair like a waterfall sprinkled behind him. Mu Feiyan knocked away Shang Zhengyu who wanted to go forward and rushed out. He snatched the door and disappeared outside the door. Only heart-wrenching crying came, gradually moving away.
“Not smoke, non-smoking!”
Shang Zhengyu wanted to chase him out, but after running two steps, he stopped because he and Mu Feiyan were not the only ones in the room, but also Yu Rouwei.
"Rouwei, you..."
Regarding love, Shang Zhengyu is actually a young man who doesn't know anything, otherwise he wouldn't have done things so bluntly. Even Su Xueyin, who was hidden deep in Shang Zhengyu's body, was a little dissatisfied with him, so he simply hid in the eyes of the purity.
This idiot really doesn't understand his daughter's thoughts at all!
"Husband, are you finished?"
Yu Rouwei had tears in the corners of her eyes, but she still did not change the smile on her face. She walked up to Shang Zhengyu slowly, raised her hand to tidy up Shang Zhengyu's clothes, then wiped away the tears in her eyes, looked at Shang Zhengyu with a angrily voice, "You, really, Feiyan ran away by you. I really didn't realize that my husband was such a stupid person."
"Rouwei, I..."
Shang Zhengyu couldn't grasp Yu Rouwei's meaning for a while, so he could only grab Yu Rouwei's jade hand in his palm and pulled her to run out the door. "Let's go and find Feiyan back together."
"What a stupid husband. If Fei Yan wants to hide it, how can you find her with her skills?" Yu Rouwei glared at Shang Zhengyu again, her eyes slightly clear, and her love for Shang Zhengyu in her heart had obviously suppressed her to Shang Zhengyu.
Yu's complaints.
Yu Rouwei quietly pulled her hand out of Shang Zhengyu's palm, gently stroked it on Shang Zhengyu's heart, and said slowly: "You are here to wait for me. I'll go and get Feiyan back, don't cause trouble.
After saying that, Yu Rouwei twisted her jade hand around Shang Zhengyu's waist, which was a moment of cultivation, which immediately made Shang Zhengyu feel so painful that he couldn't help but grin at the corner of his lips.
"This is interest, I will settle the score with my husband when I come back!"
The tears at the corners of Yu Rouwei's eyes were dry, as if nothing had happened. She left gracefully, leaving only Shang Zhengyu standing in the room, quietly dazed.
The tea fragrance has dissipated and the temperature has cooled down.
====The arrogant dividing line====
On the ground of the wall on the east side of Yiyang City, few people come here on weekdays, but today there are faint sobs.
Whenever Mu Feiyan encountered something sad in the past, she would find a place where no one would hide it, then she would not think about anything, empty her head, and stay quietly all day. But today her mind was in a mess, and she couldn't stop her tears from the corners of her eyes.
"Husband, how can you do this? How can you do this..."
Mu Feiyan's Qiong's nose was sobbing, squatting in the corner of the wall, holding his knees with his hands, curling his body, burying his head deeply between his knees, muttering to himself. The sorrow in his heart was no longer as fierce as before, but the tears still flowed down unscrupulously. She wanted to leave, she wanted to leave this place that made her sad, but could she tell where?
The most important thing is that she was reluctant to leave Shang Zhengyu.
Even though Shang Zhengyu had already made her so sad, Mu Feiyan found that she was still unwilling to leave in her heart.
A sound of breaking through the air came from the front, followed by the sound of gentle footsteps.
"Why are you hiding here? If we hadn't all practiced the same secret method, I would have had a slight sense of where you are, I'm afraid I wouldn't have found you here."
Yu Rouwei raised a smile on the corner of her mouth. She squatted down in front of Mu Feiyan and helped her good sister up. She pulled out a brocade handkerchief embroidered with a picture of dew-watered mandarin ducks from her sleeves to wipe the tears on Mu Feiyan's face. Looking at Mu Feiyan's pear blossoms falling in the rain, Yu Rouwei remembered herself.
I insisted on staying with Shang Zhengyu, but I was crying every day.
Fortunately, the result was finally achieved at this moment.
"Silly sister, are you still crying?" Yu Rouwei reached out and pinched Mu Feiyan's tender and smooth smile. Although there was a hint of sadness between her eyebrows and eyes, it was much better than Mu Feiyan's current appearance.
Mu Feiyan's dress and front pants were wet, and she was already crying.
Chapter completed!