The moon was thin and bright, and the night of melting snow was extremely cold. Su Yiyi couldn't help but hugged his arms tightly and walked quickly on the road covered with sand. There were many dogs barking around him, there were also strange wind sounds, and even rustling.
The sound of soft footsteps.
The masked man had just told her to gather at Chen hour. Su Yiyi did a rough calculation and found out that Chen hour was almost eight or nine o'clock in the morning.
She was actually asked to kill Hua Xiangrong. Su Yiyi couldn't help but quicken her pace, and her heartbeat began to accelerate rapidly. Whether she agreed to him out of sheer enthusiasm or after careful consideration, she had no room for regret at this moment, because she told him
He must get the blood Qin for Hua Qingyan.
She skillfully turned over and entered the palace, but when she walked around the corridor, she couldn't help but slow down. She was anxious to come back to see him, but she almost forgot that Hua Qingyan hated her.
He already wanted to kill her, and today he mercilessly ordered arrows to be fired into her wing in Baihua Garden. This was the best proof.
Thinking of this, she immediately turned back and walked towards the door, but before she had walked a few steps, she seemed to have thought of something and immediately turned around and ran towards Yan Ranju.
Just take a sneak peek outside the window. After all, he is her husband-in-law.
Under the long and swaying red light, a woman in white, with a delicate face, clear and beautiful eyebrows, and extremely bright, was standing blankly under the window of Yan Ranju.
Through the window, his three thousand black hair fell to the ground. There was a crimson ribbon around the waist of his snow-white clothes. The interlacing of two extremely enchanting colors seemed particularly abrupt in this night. He lay lazily on the soft couch and stretched out his hand.
He picked up a black wine jar, took off the lid of the wine, raised his head and drank from the wine jar.
Day, looking at him through the window, Su Yiyi couldn't help but bite his teeth tightly. What on earth was he doing? Did he forget about his body? He was injured not long ago and suffered from a cold, and now he is drinking? No,
Rather than saying that he is drinking, it is better to say that he is pouring wine. Otherwise, who would hold the entire wine jar and drink with his head raised?
"Hmm~" Hua Qingyan held the table with one hand and retched painfully, as if she wanted to empty out all her internal organs. After vomiting, she continued to drink wine. The moment she raised her head, she clearly saw that her pale cheeks were stained.
Two lines of crystal water flowed down.
"Hua Qingyan——" Su Yiyi rushed into the room angrily and held down his wine jar: "Don't drink any more!"
The wine jar in her hand was suddenly pressed down, and then there was a familiar voice in her ears, which made Hua Qingyan's weak body tremble violently as if she was struck by lightning, and her eyes that were half drunk and half blurred suddenly flashed.
There was a glimmer of light, but it was like a shooting star, but it only returned to darkness in an instant.
"It turns out it's a dream again..." He shook his head violently with tears streaming down his face, as if he wanted to shake his head to the ground, so vigorously, "It's a dream..."
"Yes, it's a dream." Su Yiyi smiled bitterly and then took out a snow-white brocade handkerchief from his lapel and wiped his mouth carefully.
"Let's go, I don't need your pity as a husband!" As if he suddenly remembered something, he raised his sleeves and shook him off, then picked up the wine jar and started drinking by himself, "Why, why don't you let me go?
In the dream, I, Hua Qingyan, will also be restrained and tortured by you?"
"Why did you abandon me, why did you deceive me again and again?"
Su Yiyi, who had been standing next to him, couldn't help but swayed. The hands hidden in the sleeves were covered with sweat, and the sharp pain from the nails digging into the skin of the palms could not erase the severe pain in her heart at this moment.
The pain spread from her heart like poison and spread to her limbs and bones, making it extremely difficult for her to move. Even the corners of her eyes were sore.
"Ms. sir!" She took the wine jar from him and held him in her arms. "Is your injury feeling better?"
He smiled sadly and reached out to push her, but unexpectedly he stumbled and almost fell. He had to turn his back to her and kept repeating, "Liar, you liar."
"Ahem..." With his back to Su Yiyi, he coughed lowly, raised his hand to cover his chest, and there was a hint of unspeakable pain on his pale face.
My husband, she moved her mouth but her throat was stuck uncomfortably. At that moment, the tears gathered in her eyes rolled down and fell on the wooden floor through the gaps between her fingers.
"Ms. sir, how about we take a rest."
She took his hand and walked to the bed, remembering that he often told her in the past that the husband wanted to rest with his wife. At that time, his face was coquettish, his eyes were pure and beautiful, and he showed deep tenderness, and his fragile body
He also likes to wrap around and cling to her like a child.
But now he was being led by her like a puppet, his eyes blank as if he were a body that had lost its soul.
Lying on the couch with him, she stretched out her hands to tuck the quilt for him considerately.
He was unusually obedient and allowed her to move as she pleased, but he just stared at the ceiling with his wide purple eyes.
"Mr., are you tired?" She looked at him with a smile and told him happily, "Tomorrow, I will bring you Xueqin. In the future, you won't have to be sick and cough all the time."
She hoped that after telling him this, he would at least look at her one more time, but now he turned over and fell asleep with his back to her.
That tiny movement was like a needle pricking her heart, making her nose sore.
Lying next to him quietly, she quietly dragged his delicate hand and placed it on her lower abdomen. She wanted to tell him that there was a small ball inside, which was their crystallization.
But just as he touched his lower abdomen, he withdrew his hand and leaned away.
That strangeness and alienation made her heart feel empty. Looking at his back, she slowly stretched out her hand to hug him subconsciously, but there was a cold feeling, and his body was like a big ice cube.
She reached out and hugged him tighter, but his body in her arms curled up slightly, as if he was escaping from her embrace.
"Ms. sir, do you still hate me?"
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Alas, I sigh to the sky. If there are no more messages, then I will continue to abuse you. Anyway, everyone likes to slander me as a stepmother... Hehe