Song Shimiao opened the window and looked outside. The sun was already setting and it was time for dinner.

He turned back to Zhao Fengnian and said, "Hurry up, otherwise you may starve to death."

Dusting off his clothes, he opened the door and walked into the courtyard.

The men were a little cautious, and they were apologizing for the fact that the general hurt the princess today.

But all of them were stupid and just felt sorry, and really didn't know what to do to apologize for their general.

They all knew the ins and outs of the incident, including the general jumping into the pond.

But that’s nothing. It’s common to go on the battlefield in the wind and snow, and not take a shower for ten and a half months.

Why did the general fall into the water and attack the frail princess? This is not in line with common sense. There must be a misunderstanding.

But none of them had the guts to ask the prince directly, or to explain to the princess who seemed to be very talkative.

The only thing I can do is not be awkwardly caught in the middle, it's not difficult.

Ruixue naturally knew that it was none of their business, and there was no need for her to anger the people around Zhao Fengnian.

In fact, she didn't hate Zhao Fengnian at all in her heart. Somehow, she always felt that Zhao Fengnian didn't hurt her intentionally.

She couldn't just marry him yesterday and divorce him right away. She wanted to use Princess Ning's name, and she couldn't escape contact with Zhao Fengnian.

In short, the relationship between the two cannot be soured because of these things.

If you feel a little wronged, just accept it. Why am I still a rookie? If you want to compete with others, you must have that strength.

But the pain can't be in vain. If he can't beat him, can he still hurt his heart? Ruixue can still make Zhao Fengnian feel uncomfortable.

Good wine and good food are served, but I won't let you eat. If you keep shrinking, you will always be hungry.

Zhao Fengnian ignored the hunger in his belly and thought of the candy ball he had eaten earlier.

The light outside dimmed, so he took off the white gauze covering his eyes, opened the back window and climbed out.

Jingfeng heard the noise and wanted to follow, but Song Shimiao grabbed him.

"Don't worry about him, let's eat first."

Jingfeng sat back and said, "What will the general do?"

Song Shimiao drank a drink, raised his chin and looked at Ruixue: "He won't starve to death."

This woman is very interesting, looks docile, and shows no mercy at all.

But Zhao Fengnian, you deserve it.

Zhao Fengnian's eyes sparkled in the setting sun, like the morning star in the sky that rises first and sets last.

It is difficult to compete with the sun and the moon for its brilliance, but it always exudes a reassuring light and guides the direction for those who are lost.

The evening breeze blew through his eyebrows and hair, and behind him was a messy but pleasant chatter and laughter.

Girls' voices stand out.

She said: "Everyone has good food and drinks."

She said: "I don't feel any pain anymore."

Zhao Fengnian walked into Jingfeng's room. The candy balls and food on the table, including the bowl of ginger soup that he didn't like very much, had been cleared away.

He grabbed the clothes that didn't fit well and turned around to leave.

In the abandoned warehouse, Zhao Fengnian turned the mechanism and the floor popped open, revealing the stairs extending downward. He lit a torch and walked in.

The basement has a large space, and the rows of Duobao Pavilions have long been vacant and have accumulated a thick layer of dust.

Zhao Fengnian walked to the corner, picked up the shapeless box on the ground, took out a few pieces of parchment inside, and put it into his arms.

After walking out of the warehouse, he jumped onto the tallest and lush banyan tree in Prince Ning's mansion and lay down on the thick trunk.

It is late autumn now, and the leaves are yellow and withered. At a glance, you can see the dark Prince Ning's Mansion, with only one light on.

The yard is not big, but it is full of people, with laughter coming and smoke rising from the kitchen.

Zhao Fengnian went back to his childhood in a trance. The yard was as lively and reassuring as it is today.

Grandma ordered people to prepare wine and food, because Dad is coming back from the north today.

He wanted to see his father as soon as possible and show off to him the skills he had recently learned, so he climbed up the tallest tree in the mansion and looked eagerly towards the gate of the mansion.

But all they brought back was his father's bones. He didn't believe it, and neither did my mother.

Grandma said that her father was too careless and could not take care of her. She was going to take care of her father and told her not to hate her.

He wanted to say how could he hate his mother-in-law, but the hot blood that spewed out overwhelmed him.

Zhao Fengnian's breathing was a little short and his head hurt. Why should he think about those things? It had obviously been a long time ago.

He tried hard to control his emotions, trying to calm himself down, but the sounds of voices and laughter, which were almost far away, somehow turned into the roars and slashing sounds on the battlefield.

Like a steel needle, it pierced into his brain and into his heart.

The clothes in his hands were about to slip off, and the silky and cool material rubbed against his skin, as if trying to escape from his hands.

Zhao Fengnian held him tightly and sobbed softly: "You are not allowed to leave me. You are not allowed..."

Naturally, Ruixue didn't know that the torture she thought would make Zhao Fengnian so painful.

It's just a little girl's trick, just to neglect him and starve him for a meal or two.

She didn't even know that Zhao Fengnian was not in the room at all, so she tried very hard to show her open-mindedness and willingness to get along well with him.

If it was really a misunderstanding, he only needed to walk out of that door, and Ruixue would be able to put the past behind her.

Song Shimiao found it particularly interesting and was very happy. She even deliberately cooperated with Ruixue to create atmosphere.

The meticulous Gu Yu was on pins and needles, of course he knew what these two people were up to.

But Pavilion Master, are you going too far? You know that the prince is not here, but you are still making trouble here. Is it fun to play with the princess?

The enlightened Jingfeng also felt that something was wrong, but he didn't know what stance he should take to say a few words.

Song Shimiao kept teasing him, so he could only lower his head to eat the food and drink two more drinks with his brothers.

I thought silently in my heart: "General, take care of yourself."

Halfway through the banquet, the moon, like a silver plate, rose.

The autumn wind was strong and the atmosphere was just right. She had been talking for a long time, but there was still no movement in Zhao Fengnian's room, and the lights were not even lit.

Also, if your eyes are not good, lighting a lamp will be in vain.

Ruixue thought, anyway, she had made her position very clear. If he was not a fool, he should come out and reconcile with her.

A gust of breeze blew across her face, and Ruixue felt a little drunk.

This is really annoying. What should I do? Just give me a message.

He raised his feet and headed towards Zhao Fengnian's house. Xiao Tao and Xiao Xing hurriedly followed.

Just as Ruixue raised her hand to push the door open, the door opened from the inside.

Zhao Fengnian's body smelled like autumn leaves, and his dark and shining eyes fell into Ruixue's eyes like stars.

For a moment, Ruixue felt that she had forgotten to breathe.

Zhao Fengnian, how dare you look prettier than me.

The smell of alcohol made Ruixue forget why she came to see him, but she just didn't want to take her eyes away from his face.
Chapter completed!