The spring breeze is so proud of the horse's hoof disease that he sees all the flowers in Chang'an in one day (66)

He was slapped three times in a row, and the atmosphere was tense as if it was about to explode at any moment. The maids and eunuchs next to him were so frightened that their faces turned pale.

The left side of Shen Yaojin's face was a little swollen, which showed how much effort Shen Yue had spent.

Shen Yaojin's face was terrifyingly cold. Under Shen Yue's cold gaze, she slowly let go of her hand, and a violent aura lingered between her brows.

There was a red mark on the pale and fragile wrist. Shen Yue twisted it and felt a tingling sensation. She stood up and glanced at Shen Yaojin coldly, and left without saying anything.

The snow has stopped, and the snow stains on the branches are layer after layer, as if the branches have been bent.

As soon as Shen Yue came out, the cold wind blew, and her hair was blown up, with a few strands sticking to her face.

After a while, Shen Yaojin also came out.

He looked at Shen Yue's thin back. The outside was completely white, but she was still wearing a dark cloak, which looked out of place.

Fu'an was waiting quietly beside him.

As if aware of his gaze, Shen Yue turned around slightly and looked over. There seemed to be a thick layer of frost between her brows and eyes, and she was terrifyingly indifferent and calm.

Shen Yaojin couldn't help but shrink her fingers hanging by her side.

He pursed his lips and looked a little gloomy.

The cold air soaked into her long and thick eyelashes.

She lowered her eyes, and her crow-feather eyelashes were dark and thick, casting a faint shadow.

Suddenly, he seemed to be laughing.

The red moles dotted under the eyelids look like a rich and colorful painting.

"The fool has become a lot smarter."

As if he was joking, the slightest bit of chill dissipated.

Fool, fool.

Shen Yaojin suddenly felt palpitations and had difficulty breathing. He tried very hard to dispel the images in his mind. They were not very good memories. He tried to hold on, but his face still turned pale.

Deliberate, forgotten memories, do not think about them, lock them firmly in the deepest part of your heart.

But this seemingly hard shell was shattered by Shen Yue's words.

His expression became fierce and majestic, and his eyebrows were dark and gloomy.

The young man with black clothes and snow-muscled skin has thick eyebrows, bright lips slowly curved into a slight arc, and the pear dimples at the corners of his mouth were shallow, as if he was very happy.

"good."

There seemed to be a hint of light pampering, but also helplessness: "Grown up."

It's true that as he grew up, he understood Shen Yue's weaknesses.

It was Shen Yue who underestimated Shen Yaojin.

And Shen Yaojin also impressed him.

After saying this, Shen Yue turned around and walked into the snow step by step, leaving brand new shoe prints.

Shen Yaojin quietly looked at Shen Yue's leaving figure. The emotion on his face could not tell whether it was cold or something else, and his pair of deep eyes became darker and darker.

He closed his eyes, and the cold wind hurt his face hard.

Shen Yaojin went to the Chengqian Hall and happened to see Shen Yue and Cheng Qiangong.

Don't know how to start.

All I know is that Shen Yue is very different in front of Cheng Qiangong. There seems to be light in his eyes, and there is no trace of gloominess in his body.

He thought it was ridiculous, but he watched it for a long time.

Shen Yue and the man were very close, and they seemed to be whispering something, or sweet words, because the man originally had a cold face, and he didn't know what he heard. The tips of his ears turned red quietly, and the thin blush stained it. His face was tense.

Those dark, moist eyes are like a sparkling golden lake at dusk, full of tenderness, love, and a hint of shyness.

So strange.

Shen Yue would show such an expression. He thought that Shen Yue was heartless.

I couldn't tell what it was like, I just felt like something was burning in my chest, rolling around like coals, and the hot flames spread to all my limbs.

Suddenly he felt cold again, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. The biting frost formed pieces of ice and froze his blood.

In fact, I wanted to laugh, but when I pulled my lips, I found it was too difficult to pull out a single arc.

turn out to be……

Shen Yue has good intentions.

He was actually not too keen on the throne, but he didn't want Shen Yue to succeed.

He wanted to see Shen Yue kneeling at his feet and repenting, he wanted to see Shen Yue apologize with tears in his eyes, and he wanted to see Shen Yue humblely pray for mercy like a dog.

Shen Yue noticed his presence and looked over.

Shen Yaojin looked calm and walked away without saying anything.

——

The night was dark and cold, and outside the window was a quiet and cool twilight.

Shen Yue has contracted cold again in the past few days and can't help but cough lightly, but it's not serious.

She did not go to Qingyue Palace, but told Cheng Qiangong in a normal tone that she was afraid that her cold would infect him.

Cheng Qiangong's eyebrows were cold and indifferent, and his figure was like a pine and bamboo tree, as if nothing in the world could break his calmness.

He didn't ask, he just said "Hello" softly.

Shen Yue thought, Cheng Qiangong was really embarrassed. He had to commit himself to such a small world for nearly a year, and he was still bored and pestered by people like her every day.

It must be a very painful thing.

The windows were closed tightly and no cold wind blew in.

Looking at the letter in his hand, it was Huo Dao's good news.

It just uses words to express the war situation on the border very simply, without writing a single word beyond that.

Shen Yue picked up the pen and halfway through writing, she couldn't help the itching in her throat and coughed lightly.

There was a gentle knock on the door.

Shen Yue put down her pen and folded the letter. Her voice was a little hoarse because she had just finished coughing.

"Enter."

The door was pushed open, the cold wind blew in, and was quickly blocked outside.

Cheng Qiangong walked in.

Shen Yue raised her eyes slightly, her black hair was lazily spread over her shoulders, she held her chin up, and her slender, snow-white fingers were beautiful and clean.

In the warm light, the hair seems to be dyed with a halo.

He seemed to be gentle, watching him come over.

Cheng Qiangong's silent heart seemed to be hit by something, and something surged through his eyes quickly.

He walked over, holding the steaming medicine in his hand.

Before she even got very close, Shen Yue could smell the bitter medicinal smell.

"Your Highness, take medicine."

The man's voice was like a chilly wind, indifferent and calm.

Shen Yue lowered her eyelashes and took the bowl of medicine. The strong bitterness made her frown, pursed her lips, and drank it in one breath.

The medicine is very bitter and Shen Yue hates it.

Cheng Qiangong seemed to be prepared and took out a small bag of candied fruits.

Shen Yue paused for a moment, then ate two of them, but the bitterness in his mouth still didn't go away.

Not sweet, not sweet at all.

Cheng Qiangong did not leave immediately. He looked at the girl with a very cold look. Although the room was filled with heat, the girl's face was still pale and sick, and there seemed to be a slight illness lingering between her charming and beautiful eyebrows. gas.
Chapter completed!