Lin Changxi suddenly let go of his hand and quickly ran away from Duanmuyan, avoiding her like a snake or a scorpion.
"I, Lin Changxi, stand under the jade tree and stand in the wind, handsome and handsome. How many women can't love me and miss me so much that they miss me so much. Will I have illusions about you?"
His eyes were like hooks, scanning Duanmuyan up and down: "You are a young little girl, has your hair grown fully?"
Duanmuyan's face turned red, and he closed his eyes to suppress his temper: "Whatever you say, I will give you the money. Although I can't give you a status, I will also bear the responsibilities you should bear."
She raised her eyes, and there was a light of tenacity deep in her bright and round eyes: "What happened yesterday was my fault. From now on, I will hold you responsible and protect you with all my strength so that no one bullies you. As for you..."
"Just...that's it."
Before she could even finish her words, she stood up quickly. Looking at her dress hanging under the tree, she pulled it over and tried to put it on her body, but failed several times.
So he threw it away, wrapped the silk cloak tightly around him, and ran out of the forest in a few steps.
Lin Changxi???
What the hell? Responsible for him?
Last night I just saw her getting very drunk, so I kindly stayed by her side all night.
What responsibility do we need to bear towards him?
knew!
A hint of coldness flashed across Lin Changxi's eyes.
He saw that Duanmuyan was very drunk last night and was acting crazy and scary. He was afraid that she would hurt herself while drunk, so he stabbed her unconscious with the life-saving silver needle Su Wen gave him.
After that, he himself was very tired and fell asleep.
That woman must have resented him pricking her with a needle, so she tried to humiliate him in this way?
That must be it!
"Are you responsible for giving money? That's great!"
Lin Changxi's peach blossom eyes flashed with a cold and shrewd light: "Young Master, I want to see how much money you have for me to spend!"
On the other side, Duanmuyan trotted out of the peach blossom forest and bumped into Zhang Zongtai who was guarding outside.
"Princess, how do you..."
Zhang Zongtai's eyes seemed to have hooks, staring straight at Duanmuyan: "Why did you come out on your own? Where is the fourth master?"
Duanmuyan's cheeks instantly turned red: "I didn't know. I'm tired, please do as you please."
After saying that, she ran faster.
Zhang Zongtai rubbed his chin, blushing? Tired? Very good!
A fatherly and meaningful smile appeared on his lips: "It's done, it's done."
"Honeysuckle."
He looked at the woman beside him with a low eyebrow and said: "Go back and get ready, good things are coming for our princess's house. After all, he is Lin Liuye's brother, so he can't be treated too badly after he gets married. You have to prepare some good things."
Lonicera's eyes were bright and she nodded hurriedly.
You are absolutely right, my fourth brother, of course I cannot treat him badly!
Duanmuyan took a leave of absence from the National Protectorate Miracle Camp to concentrate on handling Hua Yi's funeral.
At first, Lin Chu had someone specially preserve Hua Yi's body and brought it back to Shangjing.
Now he was solemnly welcomed back and buried by Duanmuyan. Although he was no longer the consort, he had finally gained his daughter's recognition and understanding, and all his hard work was finally in vain.
Hua Yi's identity and cause of death were both disgraceful. Duanmuyan did not organize a grand funeral, nor did he notify anyone. He only decorated his mansion.
However, Lin Chu still brought Zhong Si and others to express condolences. Only Lin Changxi refused to come because she was ill, so Lin Chu didn't think much about it and didn't force it.
In the princess's house, Duanmuyan ordered people to move Hua Yi's coffin to the middle of the hall and set up a high memorial shed.
Under the plain white curtain, the large and dark inscription "Dian" makes people feel sad when they look at it.
Lin Chu led everyone to offer incense to the flowers one by one. No one in the hall spoke, it was solemn and solemn.
Duanmuyan lowered his eyelashes and saw the brown deerskin short boots standing in front of her. Duanmuyan's nose felt sore and he said quietly: "Thank you."