277 gathering is hard to say

"Be careful!"

With a tight waist, I saw a huge dark shadow passing by, and the rumble of horses' hoofs went away...

In the smoke and dust, her face was against his chest, and his arms protected her tightly.

The faint fragrance of dragon saliva slowly floats away in the slightly cold night, making people intoxicated for a while...

But... I don't know whether she pushed him away or he let go of her without looking at each other, but still moving forward slowly.

The stars are shining, the moon is like hooks, and the alleys are curved. There are several doors with lanterns hanging outside, but they are still dark.

A pair of blurred shadows are short, sometimes overlapping and sometimes separated.

People always can't cross her own shadow. She thought to herself and suddenly found that the slender shadow stopped.

She turned her head to look at him inexplicably, but only saw him with a dull light and dyed his snow coat black.

It turned out that... I got home.

It used to be like this, but sometimes she couldn't see him, and then she entered the door, and then...

Today, he suddenly saw each other here. He stood beside him clearly, and she always felt as if she should say something.

"You..."

Suddenly, he found that his wide robe sleeves were torn and half on his arm, shaking slightly in the night wind like butterfly wings.

It should be caused by the carriage flying by and sacrificing itself to save it.

"Come in and I'll make up for you..."

With that, he lowered his head as if he had done something wrong, and quickly opened the door and got in.

Really, he is a prince... Even if her clothes are broken, she won't think of "complenishing"...

But he really entered the door. The afterglow of her eyes caught a glimpse of the corner of the snow-colored robe, and suddenly felt that the whole courtyard was brightened by this noble body.

Her chest jumped wildly.

It's strange that she wants to help others. How can she seem to...

"Xue Yan..."

"Ah..."

She responded reflexively, but found that the call was not her own descendant, so she raised her eyes...

"Brother?!"

She was about to ask "Why are you here" but her heart was stagnant... Gu Haoxuan should not have killed Chengfu, right? He won't appear here, will he?

For a moment, it seemed that a carriage flew by her, which instantly crushed her to the bone.

"Xue Yan..."

When Cheng Cangyi saw that she was swaying and about to faint, he hurriedly stretched out his hand... but he was a step late...

He watched Yuwen Zichen hold his sister, with his sleeve half open...

He frowned and wanted to say something. He was silent for a moment and left.

After a long time, Cheng Xueyan came to her senses and hurriedly took a step back, looked at his floating sleeves and said sadly, "Come in."

The room is dark, and I want to forget the time before the Bitong flowers.

Even if it is so dark, even if it is only the two of them, she is not worried about what he will do to her. Instead, she is afraid that he will feel so unconforming and eager to find a fire fold to light the lamp, but the more anxious she is, the more she can't find it.

When my hands and feet were in a hurry, my eyes suddenly lit up.

Looking back, he gently blew out the fire fold, put it back in the bamboo tube, and put it back on the case.

I was so embarrassed that I suddenly hated myself. Why did I let him in if I had nothing to do? Even if my clothes were torn and needed to be mend, I couldn't let her pay attention? Besides, her sewing skills are not even as good as Bitong...

Since he was angry, his men also weighed down and put the needle and thread on the table fiercely.

"Sitting down!"

He sat down obediently.

"Bear up the sleeves!"

The eyes are like clouds, and the snow-colored spacious robe sleeves are flat on the case.

She was proficient in threading needles and threads, and then pulled the sleeves of her robe and sewed them up.

I sewed two stitches, suddenly stopped, picked up the sleeves of the robe with light marks, and slowly turned over...

"Why didn't you... say it earlier?"

I urgently put the needle and thread, found the medicinal wine, dipped it in the silk cloth, and gently wiped the two blood stains that had blurred my teeth and claws.

The blood stain gradually disappeared, but it revealed a very deep wound, one of which was half a foot long and turned into fresh pink, which was shocking.

"Why don't you see a doctor..."

"It's okay."

He said lightly, as if the two shocking wounds were as light as his people.

She bit her lip, wiped it carefully, and carefully bandaged it, trying not to hurt him, but how could such a deep injury not hurt?

And he was really calm and collected his mummy-like arms. Looking at her, the two small candles in his eyes were also calm.

She avoided her eyes, picked up the mess on the table in the small clap, and took it out of the house.

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Backed against the cold wall, look at the new moon in the sky like a sickle, and the clouds are like a sickle.

She can't calm down. On that arm, there are not only two fresh wounds, but also a few scars, arranged up and down like half a month...

... That year, the boiling pond river was full of turbid waves. She was thinking about the people floating in the river and ran to the shore desperately. In a trance, a snow-white figure floated by and grabbed her arm and pulled back. She only struggled to run forward without looking at the man. The man was very strong, and she did not show weakness. When she couldn't hold on to each other, she saw the waves splash several feet of water again. She was finally anxious and opened her mouth and bit her arm fiercely...

The crescent-like scars on the hand... the tooth marks on the arm... Now there are two more... What she gave him is only wounds...

The door is soft.

She wiped her tears and only heard a voice ringing in her ear, but it seemed to float down from the air: "I'm leaving."

Then the snow-white figure floated to the door.

"Wait..."

The figure stopped, but did not look back.

Wait...what are you waiting for? How could she... be speechless for a moment and only said, "Be careful on the road."

He seemed to nod his head, so the dark door opened and closed, and the fairy-like man disappeared like a cloud.

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This night, she slept very uneasily. In her dream, there seemed to be a flute sound. It seemed that the song "Clove Snow" had changed its tune and rotated low. The usual sadness seemed to seep something again, but it was unclear. Every time she wanted to find out what had happened, she suddenly woke up and the sound of the flute was lost, and only the light blue veil was in Gently encourage by the window.

Looking at it, I fell into a dream again as if I was hypnotized, and I heard the sound of the flute again...

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That night seemed to be just a touch of beauty in plain life. After a long time, it was submerged by one snow after another, but Yuwen Zichen often appeared in front of her, because... Chai He.

More than once, she and Bitong stared at him stuffing the snow-colored robe into the twisted gold chain belt, tied the sleeves of the wide robe, and then swinging the axe to chop wood.

Actually, why do you wear so well-dressed clothes? However, this robe did not hinder him at all. It was not like chop wood, but like a white crane spreading its wings. In just a while, he easily standardized the stubborn wood neatly, and then brushed his sleeves to continue his handsomeness.

Looking at the eyes that she couldn't say whether she was stunned or appreciated or contradictory, Bitong deliberately lengthened her voice and shook her head: "Oh, cuttering wood is so handsome that it's fascinating!"

She pretended not to hear, but her ears were a little hot.

Bitong sighed again: "I don't know how many women are willing to become his firewood..."

She shivered. How could Bitong say such a meaty thing? Alas, this woman who fell in love is really... depraved!

In previous winter, he also had to take care of her heating problem.

This body is afraid of cold. Since giving birth, it has become more serious, so the house not only needs to burn charcoal pots, but also has to connect the fire wall. More importantly, she has to cultivate peonies that open during the Spring Festival, and a large amount of firewood is indispensable in the greenhouse. Previously, he always came to help her take care of everything when she was away. Even if she stayed at home, she just listened to the movement in the courtyard, but it disappeared after a while, but the firewood was tall and neatly piled up in the corner of the courtyard. Now...is she careful? There were more opportunities to see him, but he still left silently after finishing his work.

Sometimes she also thinks that with so many people in the house, why does he have to do such a rough job in person? But there was no answer, and Bitong also seemed to say to herself, "Why does a prince want to do such a rough job in person? If those women knew, they would be even more crazy. It's hard for some people to be so calm..."

At the end of the words, you must take a grip at her.

That's not true.

Although he has come a limited number of times, he is such a person who is out of the group...

So every time he is there, there will always be a few more fair figures and shy eyes outside the hospital.

Naturally, the movement here can't be hidden from the Jiang family next door. Once, he took the opportunity to find a daughter-in-law to see the beautiful man dignifiedly. Then he was full of praise and kept asking about his age, where he lived, and whether he was married...

Knowing that he has always been cold, I'm really worried that he will put Jiang aside without saying a word.

As a result, she pinched two sweats for nothing, and thanks to Jiang's witty words that he didn't allow him to talk much at all. In the end, she loved it so much that she had to match her distant niece. She was so anxious that Bitong hurriedly pulled her mother-in-law into the room, put it in her ear, and kept looking at her.

She looked away uncomportionedly, but fell on the man.

The man also seemed to turn his head and smiled at the corners of his lips.

Since the first meeting, she has seen him smile for the third time. The first time was the first encounter. Under the moonlight, Zixiangju, his light smile was enough to turn all sentient beings upside down. The second time was in the carriage, he let go of her wrist. Although she smiled, the smile was so cold in the interlac between light and dark that it was unbearable to look at. Now, he stands in the ice and snow, and the warm afternoon sun melts on his shoulders. His smile is shallow and subtle, but touching, as if the clouds and moon are falling into her heart...

"Alas, a prince, a good palace doesn't wait, but comes here every night to see the family home. Which one does he want to guard?"