Yan Xiaoyu helped Mu Yunfeng to the bed, and then she remembered that she was about to marry Baiyun. At this moment, she was helping a strange man into the bridal chamber, just in case someone caught him...
"Dong dong dong" came three knocks on the door.
Yan Xiaoyu's hairpin on her temples couldn't help but tremble, and her heart was in turmoil.
"Young Madam." Luo Langyan's voice came from outside the door, "There are assassins in Baiyun Villa, and my subordinates are worried about Young Madam's safety."
"Dong dong dong" came three more knocks on the door.
These three knocks were urgent, and the strength of the hand was already three points deeper, as if it meant breaking into the door.
Yan Xiaoyu took a deep breath, covered Mu Yunfeng completely in the quilt, covered it with a red gauze, and said calmly: "Mr. Luo, please pay more attention to me. Everything is fine here, and I haven't seen any assassins."
Outside the door, Luo Langyan seemed to hear the uneasiness in Yan Xiaoyu's tone, and said respectfully: "I've been offended."
With that said, he opened the door of Yan Xiaoyu's room with his palm and rushed in straight away.
Luo Langyan looked around and saw Yan Xiaoyu, covered with a veil, sitting on the edge of the bed, her temples trembling slightly, like a deer, with a hint of timidity in her silence. He took a look and found nothing unusual, and said respectfully:
"Many of my subordinates have offended me. I will definitely take the blame to the owner of the village for this matter."
After that, he exited the door. Seeing that the door bolt had been smashed by himself, he pulled out the long iron chain with the sword hilt, and wrapped the iron chain around the door tightly: "My subordinates have locked the door of the young lady's room.
, Madam, don’t worry.”
"Thank you, Mr. Luo." Yan Xiaoyu said timidly. She was thinking about how Mu Yunfeng would escape after he locked the door, but then she thought that there were no doors and windows, and she was worried.
I feel relieved a lot.
"It scared me to death. Because of you, a brat like you, I almost..."
Yan Xiaoyu wanted to say something, but when she thought about it, it seemed that it was not good to say it, so she could only keep silent. She felt flustered and thirsty, so she couldn't help but walk to the table, get a glass of wine and drink it.
While drinking, she looked at Mu Yunfeng in the quilt, thinking that he must be thirsty after being sullen in the quilt for so long, so she poured Mu Yunfeng another drink.
Mu Yunfeng was already sweltering under the quilt, and she had lost a lot of blood, so her lips were already dry to the point of peeling. Seeing Yan Xiaoyu take a glass of wine, she drank it in one gulp without thinking about it.
After a glass of wine, the two of them looked at each other in silence.
"Do you still want to drink?" Yan Xiaoyu asked, "If it weren't for the sake of saving my life, even my royal brother wouldn't let me pour the wine."
When Mu Yunfeng heard what Yan Xiaoyu said, his face couldn't help but blush, but he still nodded.
Yan Xiaoyu saw Mu Yunfeng nod and was about to stand up when she felt her feet go weak. She lowered her head and looked at Mu Yunfeng, only to feel that the man in front of her was like a ball of fire. When Mu Yunfeng saw her suddenly lowering her head, her temples
His hair spread like spring water, and the fragrance of flowers seemed to tickle the tip of his nose with the spring breeze, making him feel itchy.
"Miss Yan, why are you looking at me like that?"
When Mu Yunfeng said these words, Yan Xiaoyu actually smiled. When she smiled, her cheeks suddenly turned red, like the clouds flying in the evening, intoxicatingly red. He also felt itchy on his legs, and it was actually Yan Xiaoyu's feet that were touching her.
Kicking himself. He felt that his heart had turned into a guqin, and a pair of jade hands were gently playing with the strings.
"Miss Yan..."
Before Mu Yunfeng could finish his sentence, he felt a coolness blocking his mouth.
——It’s so cold.
——So soft.
He wanted to push her away, but he didn't know whether it was because the medicine was taking effect or because he was losing too much blood. He just felt like a pool of spring water was rolling and boiling on his body.
At this time, it was already late at night and the sky was very cold, but Mu Yunfeng and Yan Xiaoyu felt as warm as if they were standing under the spring sun.
The night is late and autumn is also deep.
There should be no spring days in late autumn nights.
But there is spring in their hearts and sunshine in their eyes.
I don’t know how long it took, but Yan Xiaoyu bit her lip and said in a choked voice: "You... you actually did this."
Mu Yunfeng lay on the bed dreamily, as if he had a dream. He didn't know what he should say or what he should do.
Seeing Mu Yunfeng's silly expression, Yan Xiaoyu's eyes instantly turned red, as if she had been greatly wronged, and pearl-like tears rolled down one after another.
Mu Yunfeng felt a dampness in her chest. She didn't know how to comfort her, so she could only reach out and hold Yan Xiaoyu in her arms.
——Cold shoulders.
——Cold skin.
——Fiery heart.
"There must be medicine in the wine." Mu Yunfeng said.
This wine must have been drugged, but who drugged it?
"It should be Luo Tao." Yan Xiaoyu's eyes were as cold as ice, "He doesn't need to do this. I have become his wife, and I have accepted my fate..."
Life is a very interesting thing.
Some people, despite all their efforts, cannot resist the arrangement of the word "fate".
"I'll take you away!" Mu Yunfeng said.
Yan Xiaoyu was stunned, her face turned red again, she shook her head and said: "No, I can't leave. I am the princess of Jiangzuo, and I have my mission. But I want to send you away. Don't worry, I won't let you go again."
