Love in Another Life: My Gentle Tyrant

Chapter 226: City price

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Turning out of the corridor is the garden.

Some summer flowers are blooming just right.

Because you want to see Ruyi, so let Yuzhi accompany her to watch her? Xuanji smiled, no, she didn't want anyone to accompany her, she would rather go out for a walk.

Is there anyone in the garden

The back of sitting on the stone chair... Ruyi? Why is she here? She froze, subconsciously wanting to walk away.

"Miss."

A soft voice came from behind.

Ruyi found her, and she walked away just like that, she turned around and smiled at Ruyi.

"Niangniang, come and sit together, okay?" Ruyi stood up, looking earnest.

Xuanji hesitated for a while, then nodded.

The two sat down, but Xuanji's heart sank suddenly. On the stone table, what Ruyi is holding in his hand—

"This is—" she couldn't help but ask, her hands trembling violently on her lap.

Ruyi glanced at the small wooden comb in her hand, her eyes were a little flustered, and said: "Niangniang, don't think too much, today is the birthday of the slave, and the emperor only gave me a gift."

"Gift?" Xuanji stared blankly at the small wooden comb. How many combs did he make? Does each of the women in the palace have one

Like being poured into the heart by snow water, it is cold and cold.

I wish to have a single-minded person, and the white heads will not be apart.

Comb, she thought it could only be given to one person, but she was wrong. This is what I said over and over again in my mind.

Seeing Xuanji's pale face, Ruyi thought she was unhappy and was bitter, but she couldn't help but feel a little shy, even a comb, would Concubine Nian care about her? She never dared to forget her life-saving grace, and all Wen Ruyi wanted was to be by the emperor's side.

No, this is obviously the comb he wants to give her! There was also a small smear of dried blood on it. Did he change his mind and don't want to give it to her again? Or, Ruyi is actually the person he wants to send. Was it just a moment of confusion that night? Xuanji smiled bitterly and asked in a low voice, "Miss Ruyi, is this really what he gave you?"

Is she questioning? Does Wen Ruyi not deserve a gift from him? Ruyi laughed at himself, squeezed the comb tightly, and said, "Yes. Niangniang, you don't have to care, if it is your birthday, he will definitely give a more precious gift. The last time I was in the palace, it was just leisure, so he rewarded a lot of palaces. The treasures inside are given to you, which one is not worth the price? So, your birthday, he will-"

Xuanji clenched her comb, clenched her trembling hand, and interrupted her softly, "Miss Ruyi, the most valuable things always have a price, but some things can never be valued."

"I wish to have a single heart, and the white heads will not be apart."

Ruyi was stunned for a moment, looked at the small print, closed her eyes, and said in a low voice, "I can't wait for the price to estimate... Niangniang's words, Ruyi has been taught."

"I don't have any money on me either, and I have nothing to give you." She lowered her head, afraid that Ruyi would see the wetness in her eyes, Xuanji pinched herself hard, that was his choice, how could she go Hate, whispered: "Happy birthday."

Ruyi observed her words and expressions, heard Xuanji's voice choked, she couldn't bear it, she held her hand, and said, "Niangniang, shall we treat each other well in the future

"Girl." Suddenly someone approached.

The two were startled, but it was a Ziwei. He walked up to the two of them, saluted, and said respectfully to Ruyi: "The emperor and the lord set up a small banquet in the backyard, please invite the girl to come over."

Ruyi was relieved and joyful. On the day when Xuanji fainted and the two met again, he told her to ask Ziwei to send her back to the palace. She had been out of the palace for many days. If the queen mother was suspicious, her situation would be in danger.

She told him that it was okay, she had sent Ziwei to send a letter to Jixiang, and asked Jixiang to tell the Queen Mother on her behalf that she was ill and went to the Beijing suburb of the imperial capital to rest for a few days. Wei Qiao pretended to stay in that other courtyard.

Tell him that her birthday is coming, and she wants to stay with him for a few days. The birthdays of the two are very close. She was first, he was later, and they had been together in previous years.

He agreed to her.

He was still seriously injured, but he decided to go to Yanxia County immediately.

Xuanji had been in a drowsy sleep, so he bought a few other carriages and let everyone sit in separate rides. He and Xuanji were alone in one.

Encountering a lake and pond while resting on the road, he fetched water himself, and then returned to the carriage quietly. Did he personally... wash Xuanji's body

She often thinks, Xuanji has been sleeping, what is he doing in the carriage alone? Just guarding her like this, silently

On the cliff, he was willing to give up his arms for her, but he jumped into the sea with Xuanji. Although she knew that his martial arts skills were extremely high, she was worried about his safety. In the days when he disappeared, the fear was like a silk vine every day, which almost strangled her to the point of breathlessness. If he had killed himself, maybe he would not have encountered this It's just that she can't bear him...

Xuanji's kindness, she thought, he wants to repay, but will it annoy her

Fortunately, there was this little wooden comb to tell her... his heart.

"Niangniang, let's go together." Ruyi held Xuanji's hands and said earnestly.

Xuanji shook her head and squeezed a smile, "Go ahead, I still want to sit here, hurry up, don't make him wait."

Ruyi sees that she is determined and unwilling to force her to leave.

The flowers bloomed beautifully, and some fell to the ground. Among the scattered petals on the stone table, there were a few small pebbles with sharp edges and corners. Xuanji picked up two of them and played the game of throwing stones.

The falling stones couldn't be picked up. In a hurry, she drew her fingers deep into the road. Xuanji stared blankly at the blood falling onto the table, dyeing the desolate fallen flowers beautifully.