Gently breaking the window paper, through the light of the night pearl, she saw the man and woman intertwined on the ground, and her heart was suddenly shocked. This was not the first time she saw him entangled with another woman, so why did she care at this moment?
She straightened up and walked towards the way she came from, a little distracted. The guard had already rushed in quietly, staring at her dissatisfied. Her face was pale and she smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry for making things difficult for you. I'll leave now."
Aya looked at her worriedly, but she still smiled, "Aya, have you heard of the legend of the moon?"
"There lives a lonely fairy named Chang'e, and an ugly man named Zhu Bajie. He likes Fairy Chang'e. Really, he is so ugly, how can he be worthy of Chang'e? Haha, is this story funny?"
Yan Xiaoyu looked at Aya with a smile, but found that Aya's eyes were full of deep worry. She patted her cheek and suppressed a smile, "Isn't it funny? It's indeed not funny at all!"
She turned around and walked towards her palace, but Aya grabbed her. She pointed at the moon in the sky and looked at her hopefully. She raised her head and said blankly, "Do you want to comfort me? Believe me, I
fine……"
But Aya raised her wrist, pulled her, and jumped up to the roof. On the glazed tiles, she swayed for a few times before she stood still. Aya stretched out his arm to support her. With Aya's support, she walked step by step.
Beams on the roof.
The bright moonlight poured down like mercury. She leaned her head on Aya's shoulder and murmured unconsciously, "I don't know why this is happening. Maybe I am really a wanton woman. I am afraid of this palace.
In fact, I know that Xiao Ninglan is the only person who will not harm me, but he will not protect me, he will not..."
Her voice became lower and lower, and then she took a nap on Aya's shoulder. Aya took off her coat and put it on her body. One night, she slept leaning on Aya's shoulder. Under the moonlight,
Her delicate face looked lonely and helpless.
The next morning, Xiao Ninglan woke up in his palace with a splitting headache. He saw Wei Yifang curled up in his arms, and the scarlet dried blood between her legs.
The two of them slept on the cold ground all night. He pushed Wei Yifang away from his arms, and then called the palace maid to come in to serve him. Wei Yifang woke up faintly, but was too weak to get up. She fell asleep on the ground with him.
One night, I seemed to have some typhoid fever.
Xiao Ninglan just dressed without saying a word while being waited on by the palace maid. Looking at Wei Yifang, who looked slightly pale, he said lightly, "You go to Luanfeng Palace first. I'll see you next time!"
Wei Yifang nodded as the palace maid served, but she just took a few steps, and suddenly her body went limp. Xiao Ninglan hugged her, frowning and said, "Mr.
Wei Yifang nodded and watched Xiao Ninglan disappear into the palace in the morning light after washing herself.
At the same time, Yan Xiaoyu woke up. Her face was abnormally flushed, and her body temperature was frighteningly high, but she was shivering with cold. Aya touched her forehead. She must have spent the night on the roof last night.
, has a fever.
She hugged her and jumped off the roof a few times, but her feet were a little anxious. She stepped on the glazed tiles and slipped a few pieces. There was a burst of frightened screams under the house. Yan Xiaoyu woke up in Aya's arms and saw a hand.
Xiao Ninglan held the broken glazed tiles and looked at her coldly.
She frowned in pain, her throat choked, and she wanted to say goodbye, but found that her throat was burning and she couldn't speak. Aya caressed her and bowed politely.
Xiao Ninglan threw away the broken tiles in his hands and was dressed in a golden yellow court dress. He was as handsome as a god. He approached Yan Xiaoyu step by step. The sunlight suddenly dimmed a bit. Yan Xiaoyu struggled a few times, trying to get out of Aya's arms.
came out, but ended in failure.
His slender fingers touched Yan Xiaoyu's chin, his ice-like eyes fell firmly between her brows, and he said mockingly, "My beloved, you blocked my way so early in the morning, but what are you saying?"
Do you want to tell me?"
His fingers lingered on her chin, and then came to her white neck. Aya's eyes were suddenly filled with murderous intent, and she realized that he did not strangle her neck as usual, but slowly pulled her neck down.
A broken hair.
The black hair was gently wrapped around his fingertips. He smiled coldly, then gently released his fingers, and the hair flew away with the wind. He patted her cheek and said lightly, "Don't
Even if you put on this face, I still prefer your previous acting skills..."
Yan Xiaoyu's lips trembled a few times, looking at his handsome face that made people dare not look directly at him. He was probably a sick person, and his spirit was a little fragile. She finally said, "Xiao Ninglan, I'm sorry about that night at Prince Rui's Mansion."
The first time she said she was sorry to him, she was still apologizing for rejecting him that night. But to his ears, it sounded mocking and speechless. She did not give him her innocent body. He endured it. She rejected him, and he also
I have never blamed her, but how dare she hang out with a guy like Xiao Hanze in Prince Rui's palace? Does she really think he is dead? Or does she think that his love for her has reached the point where she can be trampled on?
The smile on Xiao Ninglan's lips became even colder, and the coldness in her eyes was close to her heart. She didn't know why he showed such a smile again. She saw his thin lips parted slightly, and sarcastic words escaped from his lips, "Love
Concubine, you don’t deserve to call me by my name. Also, I’ve written down your apology. The days are still long, and we’ll settle the accounts slowly in the future!”
Yan Xiaoyu's body trembled, and she looked at him in disbelief. The smile on his lips was still there, but he had already walked away. The sunlight cast a slender shadow on his handsome body, dim.
There was a haze in her heart.
Back at Zixiao Palace, Yan Xiaoyu was completely unable to move. She was very ill, dizzy and had a constant fever. After the imperial doctor came to see her, he prescribed a prescription to dissipate typhoid fever. After she drank the medicine, she continued to have fever.
Vomiting, as if bile is about to come out.
When she was seriously ill, Wei Yifang was also ill. She was lying on the bed with Xiao Ninglan beside her. There seemed to be a tacit understanding between the two. No one wanted to say more about what happened that night.
One sentence.
But the two of them understood that their relationship had already broken through the veil and could no longer be regarded as partners.