Yan Ziyu wandered around and was about to go back when Xu Huixin ran over with her skirt in hand.

"Brother Yu."

"Why are you here?" Yan Ziyu stopped and turned around.

"I just want to see if I can go out?" Xu Huixin couldn't hide her disappointment, "In the end, even Brother Qi couldn't take me out. Brother Yu, what the hell is this place? Why is it guarded more strictly than the Imperial City?

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Yan Ziyu looked at the huge Yundu Mountain, "You can live peacefully on the mountain for now and don't think about anything else."

"Yes." Xu Huixin nodded, "Brother Yu, if you can leave here, you'd better leave here. Don't worry about me. Brother Qi is here on the mountain, and they shouldn't do anything to me."

The little girl following Huixin complained: "Miss, you finally escaped from freedom. Do you really want to live in this bandit's den for the rest of your life?"

"Shut up!" Hui Xin said sternly, "A down-and-out phoenix is ​​worse than a chicken. Is it wrong for you to follow me?"

Yan Ziyu's face darkened again and again, and said, "Okay, you can go back."

"Brother Yu," Huixin said, "I remember today is Concubine Rong's birthday."

Yan Ziyu stared at the sky in silence, the sun shining through the thick dark clouds, feeling melancholy in her heart.

When Ruan Ningxiang came back from the mountain, Yan Ziyu was drawing on the table.

Ruan Ningxiang picked up the knife and came over, "There are sparse shadows slanting across the clear water, and the faint fragrance floats in the moonlight at dusk. Does your husband like plum blossoms very much?"

"Plum blossoms are thick but not showy, cold but not light, elegant and fragrant." Yan Ziyu dipped in paint and lightly outlined the texture, "It blooms without competition in winter and neither attracts bees nor butterflies."

, blooming only for the white snow.”

When Yan Ziyu said this, there was a clear flow in his tone.

Yan Ziyu didn't stop writing until the last stroke was completed.

The sky outside was gray and dark, and it was already past curfew time.

Yan Ziyu asked: "Why did Madam come back so late today?"

Ruan Ningxiang sat down and poured some water to moisten her throat, "There was something down the mountain that delayed me a little."

Yan Ziyu cleaned her hands and ordered people to cook two portions of noodles.

Ruan Ningxiang was tired and hungry after running around for a day, so she picked up noodles and ate them.

Yan Ziyu, who was eating noodles slowly, raised his head when he heard the sound of bald noodles, and a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

"Whose woman is like you, wolfing down everything she eats?"

"That's a lady who doesn't leave the front door or steps forward." Ruan Ningxiang said, "I'm a bandit, that's what I am."

However, I still tried to slow down as much as possible.

After dinner, hot water for bathing was also brought in.

"Mr., would you like to wash up first?"

Ruan Ningxiang knew that Yan Ziyu was a very particular person and always liked to be clean. She would take a bath every day and use incense when bathing. Although she didn't know what the incense was, it just smelled light and nice.

Yan Ziyu plucked a mint leaf and said, "I have already washed it. That is the hot water prepared for Madam."

Ruan Ningxiang really wanted to take a hot bath to relieve her fatigue, so she turned around and went behind the screen.

A candlelight illuminated the dark room, and the slender figure floated on the screen. As she moved, her clothes fell off one by one.

Yan Ziyu clapped his head, held the mint leaf in his hand, crushed it gently, and let the juice dye the cold white fingertips green, letting the unique cool taste spread in the surrounding air.

After Ruan Ningxiang took a bath, Yan Ziyu had already gone to bed, but she didn't sleep. She had her head clapped, the quilt was draped around her waist, her upper body was wearing a thin snow coat, her black hair was casually draped, and she looked at her with a pair of deep beautiful eyes.

As if waiting for her.

Ruan Ningxiang smoothed her still damp hair, "My husband is not asleep yet."

"Madam, do you want me to sleep?"

The voice in the night is cool and slightly magnetic, with a unique elegant charm.

Ruan Ningxiang blew out the candle and lowered the red window curtain, hiding even the last trace of moonlight outside.

Ruan Ningxiang said: "It's too late, let's go to bed early."

Yan Ziyu's faint voice sounded again in the night, "Madam, don't you want to do something?"

Ruan Ningxiang's hand covering the quilt paused slightly. It was not her imagination, he just wanted to please herself.

Just like yesterday, when he kissed her with purpose.

But he didn't know that he was not that Ruan Ningxiang, and he didn't need him to please him like this.

Ruan Ningxiang pulled the quilt and covered it directly around her neck, covering herself tightly, and deliberately let out a long yawn, "I have been busy all day, and I feel so sleepy."

Turned over, facing away from him.

The dark surroundings fell into an eerie silence.

Ruan Ningxiang didn't dare to look at his expression. She lay on her side and didn't even dare to move.

The night was long and unbearable, and Ruan Ningxiang heard the rustling sound beside her again.

"Is Madam pretending to be reserved, or has she not played enough hard-to-get tricks?"

Yan Ziyu came closer, carrying the cool scent of mint, but Ruan Ningxiang felt the breath next to her ears was as hot as burning.

Her heart was beating fast, and she shrank slightly and distanced herself a little.

She didn't want to deepen the hatred in Yan Ziyu's heart, so she had to make him give up this bad idea.

Just when Yan Ziyu's hand reached into her quilt, Ruan Ningxiang sat up suddenly.

"My husband has misunderstood me. I like you, but I don't want to embarrass you. Before my husband really falls in love with me, my husband doesn't have to force himself to do things that go against his own will."

The forced smile on Yan Ziyu's face gradually disappeared at the corners of her mouth, and the emotions in her eyes spread out, and were well hidden in the thick night.

He slowly lay back in his position, "What if I never like you in my life?"

"Then I'll just keep my husband by my side like this. It's okay if he can accompany me like this." Ruan Ningxiang said, grabbing the corner of the quilt.

Yan Ziyu looked at the dark roof with dark eyes, "No matter how beautiful your face is, it is just a skin. It will grow old one day, and my wife's love is too superficial."

"Tzuyu." Ruan Ningxiang sat facing him, "One glance lasts for ten thousand years, and love lasts for a long time. If I say I love you, the first reason is because you are good-looking."

"But after getting along, you gave up the great opportunity to leave here for me and faced the crisis in Yundu Mountain with me."

"When Tu San bullied me, it was you who was not afraid of danger and rescued me from Tu San's hands."

"Even on the day I killed Tu San, you were the first to come all the way, worried about my safety."

"Ms. sir, I have a heart, and I will remember all your good deeds."

"I know the reason why you are cold on the face is because you have feelings about me taking you up the mountain. In fact, you are warm in your heart. You are a good person."

In the night, Yan Ziyu sneered.

If he hadn't fully understood the purpose of what he did, he might have been a little moved himself.

However, Yan Ziyu still couldn't see through her. Is it really just a coincidence or does it have ulterior motives?

Ruan Ningxiang kept talking, "Tzuyu, I am willing to do anything for you. I also believe that sincerity can open the door. I am willing to wait for the day when you can truly let go of your worries and open your heart to me."

Yan Ziyu was silent.

Today was her mother-in-law's birthday. He could endure everything for his mother-in-law, so he mustered up the courage to take this step.

But I didn't expect to be rejected like this.

Yan Ziyu felt a lot more relaxed, but also felt a lot of pressure.

He was afraid that the longer he stayed in the southern border, the greater the changes in the imperial city.

He was worried about his mother living alone in the cold palace.

Moreover, he has always had a vague bad feeling recently.

He desperately wanted to solve the problem here, but everything didn't go well.

Is it really going to be a waste of time?
Chapter completed!