When Lan Yuying left Su Qianle's side hall and returned to Xianyu Palace, she saw a lazy man leaning on the couch under the window in the palace.
Zi Luo retreated automatically, and the man's voice had a unique deep magnetism as he spoke slowly: "Why are you interested in seeing Su Qianle today?"
Lan Yuying walked forward, smelled the smell of alcohol all over his body, and raised her hand to pour him a cup of tea: "Over time, I thought the past was just a dream, but seeing her can remind me that those things really happened. .”
Yue Feng held the tea cup with three slender white fingers. Between her thumb, index finger and middle finger, the color of secret-colored porcelain was green and green, as cool as jade: "Do you hate me?"
Lan Yuying lowered her eyes and stood silently by the window.
A small spring can be seen outside the window. Several pieces of snow-white mountain rocks are piled up, and large areas of rare green plants are planted. There is a kind of meticulous poetry. A gust of night wind blows, making the grass and trees rustle and the spring water ding-dong.
Lan Yuying's eyebrows looked like they were frowning but not frowning, and her peach blossom eyes looked like they were hurt but not hurt. After a long time, she said softly: "I can't."
There was only a trace of fluctuation on Yue Fengwan's face, like spring water swept by the breeze, and then he regained his composure: "You just don't know how, but you don't hate it."
Lan Yuying looked up at the undulating branches in the wind outside the window. She said nothing because she could not refute.
If it hadn't been for that day when Yue Fengwan went to Kunning Palace in person to tell her everything, she would still be sleeping peacefully in Kunning Palace, making incense every day, and having a good heart.
Waiting for Xia Chu to pick her up from the palace, and waiting for Xu Wenlan to carry her into the palace.
All of this was destroyed by Yue Fengwan, leaving her with no resentment in her heart. How could she do it calmly.
The hall was silent for a moment. Lan Yuying looked sideways at him and saw his eyes were dim and deep.
He seemed to be looking at her, but he seemed not to be looking at her, he was looking at something distant and illusory.
Or maybe, just looking at something that is so close but dare not touch.
Lan Yuying already knew that her appearance was very similar to that of her mother. She was afraid that Yue Fengwan would fall into some kind of reminiscence again. She pursed her lips and asked softly: "Has my mother's coffin been opened?"
Yue Fengwan slowly shook his head, but suddenly raised his hand and reached towards Lan Yuying's face.
Lan Yuying instinctively wanted to retreat, but when she saw a trace of imperceptible loss flashing in his eyes, her heart softened, and she stopped abruptly, and even turned her face forward slightly, leaning into his palm.
Yue Fengwan carefully rubbed her cheek, and said in a soft voice with a hint of sadness, "I thought I hated this face, but for some reason when I saw you, I wasn't as disgusted as I imagined."
He suppressed the inexplicable surge of tenderness in his heart, lowered his hand, and suddenly stopped speaking. He even felt a little regret for taking her back to the Western Region.
Lan Yuying didn't know what he had gone through in his childhood, but she could hear the panic and struggle in his voice.
No wonder, on the way back to the Western Region from Xiao Kingdom, he looked at her strangely every time, and his attitude towards her was alternately hot and cold.
He obviously cared about her food, clothing and daily life, but he rarely came to see her.
Lan Yuying stretched out her hands to hold Yue Fengtuan's hanging hand in her palm, and asked tentatively: "Is it bad for my mother to kiss her...?"
The hand in his palm suddenly stiffened, and the aura around him became indifferent and distant.
Lan Yuying tensed up a little more, and then said, "I have come back with you. We brothers and sisters will live happily in the Western Region from now on. Can you please stop doing other things?"
"You should rest early." Yue Fengwan's voice was cold, and he took his hand out of her palm.
Lan Yuying asked after him: "Are you waiting for Ah Chu to come?"
Yue Fengwan paused for a moment, then shook her head gently: "No... she's already here."
Lan Yu's cherry palm became empty and empty, just like her heart at the moment was also empty and powerless.
Ah Chu is here
Are you here to seek revenge from him, or are you here to seek revenge from yourself...
Or maybe, both.
She slumped down on the couch by the window, covering her face with her hands, feeling confused.
The waning moon has set, and the sky is filled with stars.
The courtyard of Xianyu Palace is full of flowers, and the vegetation in the dense forest is lush.
Xia Chu didn't sleep well that night, not because the hammock under him was not comfortable enough, but because the closer he got to the Western Region Palace, the more uneasy he felt.
When the eastern sky was filled with clouds, he had already lightly jumped down from the hammock. Although his movements were light, he still woke up Bian Ding, who was already extra vigilant.
Diandian had already jumped down from the tree, so Xia Chu wasn't too worried. This little thing was far more sensitive to poisons than he was.
When Bian Ding saw him getting up, he jumped down and began to pack the rope tied to the tree.
Xia Chu threw the robe back to him, and while he was packing it up, he stared blankly at the east where the sun was about to rise.
Some of them were pink in color, extremely rich, like a bunch of cherry blossoms blooming in the spring breeze.
After Bian Ding packed up, he followed him on his way while chewing dry food.
Xia Chu stood on Dot's shoulder. He gave it half of the fruit he picked while passing by. One person and one fox ate it with great enthusiasm. Bian Ding couldn't help but look at the dry cake in his hand and felt it was hard to swallow. With a flattering smile, he stretched out his hand towards Xia Chu.
Xia Chu glanced at him and handed him a few fruits.
Bian Ding picked up a fruit that had just been stuffed into the entrance and found that there were several bug eyes on the fruit. He frowned and muttered: "Master, you can't just pick out all the bug holes for me."
Xia Chu curled his lips and unfolded the remaining ones in his hands. He looked around and saw that the few remaining ones in his hands were all with insect eyes. He looked around at the trees covered with fruits and purred: " You must be so unlucky, you have so many good fruits."
Seeing him eager to try and show off his skills, Xia Chu snorted, and Liangliang said: "The ones with insect eyes are not poisonous. You can try the rest."
Bian Dingqu's legs were ready to bounce up. Hearing the words, he immediately straightened up, laughed awkwardly, and then threw a fruit with insect eyes in his mouth and chewed it sweetly.
The sunshine in early spring gradually rises and shines on the lush trees in the dense forest. The first leaves are as green as jasper. Xia Chu and Bian Ding walked together under the shade of the trees.
Although it was a cold weather near the end of February, there was still a hint of sultry heat under the non-stop walking and occasional jumping.
Last year's wild grass is still scattered all over the forest, but this year's new grass is only two or three inches long, withered yellow mixed with mottled green. When the wind blows, one layer of gray and one layer of tender green slowly changes.
Although this dense forest is full of poisonous weeds, there are also rare elixirs everywhere.
While Xia Chu was on the road, he didn't forget to pick up flowers and grass, filling up the small package he carried on his body.
On the other hand, Bian Ding was not in his pleasant mood. He was so timid that he finally came to a waterfall and was finally able to rest for a while.
He looked at a huge and gorgeous flower blooming beside the pond and couldn't help but reach out his hand, and heard an exclamation in his ears.
"Don't touch it!"
(End of chapter)