Mingyue gave a faint "Yeah", then gave a few instructions, and galloped away. A large amount of dust was raised on the ground. Yan Xiaoyu chased after the horse. She held her hands in the shape of a trumpet and faced Mingyue Juechen.
The figure who was leaving shouted from behind, "Brother Mingyue, come and see me during the Spring Festival this year, okay?"
Mingyue didn't answer her, but just disappeared on the official road on horseback. Yan Xiaoyu chased her far away, and Aya followed behind her. She raised her sleeves, wiped the tears on her cheeks, and said with a smile, "Aya
Ya, I'm not sad at all, brother Mingyue will come to see me soon."
Aya was even more silent than an ordinary mute. She just looked at Mingyue's retreating back, holding her sword in both hands, thoughtfully.
Back in the East Palace, Yan Xiaoyu was listless. She had no relatives in the world, so she married into the Prince's Mansion in Xiliang as Master Yan's daughter. She didn't know where to go. She envied Sister Bai. At least, she had Feng.
Mo Chen doted on her and loved her so much.
She walked towards her cold palace in a dejected manner, when she saw Xiao Ninglan taking Hu Rumei for a walk in the garden. She lowered her head and said nothing, while Aya followed her leisurely.
Xiao Ninglan felt strange, how could the usually domineering Yan Xiaoyu sneak out and die after a long time? He watched Yan Xiaoyu, who had red eyes, walk away from him, and frowned slightly.
Hu Rumei nuzzled Xiao Ninglan's arms and said, "Your Highness, you are so inattentive when you accompany our mother and son to the garden. I am going to protest!"
Looking at the cute pouty Hu Rumei, Xiao Ninglan smiled slightly, put her arms around Hu Rumei's shoulders, and said softly, "Let's go back to the palace, it's windy here."
Hu Rumei leaned in Xiao Ninglan's arms and walked shyly to her palace. After Xiao Ninglan sent her back to her palace, she stood up and prepared to leave. Hu Rumei grabbed him and frowned, "Your Highness, you haven't been here for a long time.
Stayed for the night..."
Xiao Ninglan stretched out her hand to touch Hu Rumei's flat belly and said lovingly, "Rumei, you are pregnant now. Be good and I will make it up to you in the future, okay?"
Hu Rumei smiled and watched him leave. Xiao Ninglan did not go back to his palace, but went directly to the cold palace. He felt that there was something wrong with Yan Xiaoyu's demeanor today.
Yan Xiaoyu was lying on the bed with her face buried in the quilt. She didn't cry, she just wanted to cry. She missed home, her parents, and the world of reinforced concrete.
Xiao Ninglan grabbed the thin quilt and kept pulling it, "Yan Xiaoyu, get up, get up..."