The palace wall is so deep, the wind blows and the shadows of candles sway. A dinner party full of scheming everywhere, which makes people breathless. Emperor Lintian's sharp eyes swept over her face over and over, intentionally or unintentionally, as if trying to see through her, making her mentally vigilant all the time. Fortunately, Zongzheng Wuyou took her away before the dinner was over.
The night in May was still a bit chilly, they left the Yiqing Palace, the carriage was already waiting outside the gate of the palace. The two were about to get into the carriage, when suddenly a person rushed towards the carriage from a corner of the palace wall, and hurriedly called out: "Brother Wuyou!"
Manyao was taken aback, it was so late, how could Princess Zhaoyun appear here? Still hiding in the corner! With her status, if she wants to see Zongzheng Wuyou, it should not be difficult to enter the palace. Looking at Zhao Yun's delicate face, she has become thin, her eyes are red and swollen, as if she has been crying for a long time, her pupils are dim, and she looks like two people from the beautiful and lively Princess Zhao Yun she saw last time.
When Zongzheng Wuyou saw that it was her, he frowned, stepped back two steps, and Leng Yan blocked Zhaoyun. Zhao Yun stopped walking abruptly, tears rolled down his eyes, and said in a sad tone: "Brother Wuyou, I'm getting married..."
Zongzheng Wuyou said indifferently: "Since you want to get married, you should stay at home and prepare for the marriage. What are you doing here?"
When Zhao Yun heard this, tears fell even more fiercely, and said: "But I don't want to marry that person! Brother Wuyou, you know that the person I like is you... the only person I want to marry is you!"
In this era, there are very few women who dare to show their love so frankly, and they are indifferent and ruthless towards Zongzheng Wuyou. Man Yao couldn't help admiring her courage. Turning to look at Zongzheng Wuyou, he saw sarcasm in his eyes, and he said with a sneer: "Ridiculous! Do you think that this king's concubine... anyone can do it if they want?"
Zhaoyun waved his hands hastily, his red and swollen eyes were filled with pleading expressions, and he said in a choked voice, "I know it's not... Brother Wuyou, I don't have to be your princess, I'll just be your side concubine, oh no, concubine also Okay...as long as I can stay with brother Wuyou, I don't care if I have a status..." She didn't want to marry someone else, so she was imprisoned by her father for three days, and finally found a chance to escape when her father was not at home, just to beg her The man she loves gives her a chance, even if she has no name or distinction, she is willing.
Zongzheng Wuyou interrupted: "You don't care, but this king does! This king... will only have one wife in his life, and it can never be you. You should go home and prepare to be your bride."
Man Yao's heart trembled, and he raised his eyes to meet Shang Zongzheng Wuyou's gaze, there seemed to be a soft light in the depths of his evil cold eyes, through her eyes, directly into the heart, trembling slightly. The two looked away at the same time, their eyes drooping slightly, and they looked in different directions.
Zhaoyun supported the unsheathed sword in Leng Yan's hand that was lying in front of her, and slumped down on the ground, crying with her head down. After a while, she raised her head, and the expressionless Zongzheng Wuyou screamed in despair: "I No! Brother Wuyou, how can you be so cruel? Let me marry someone else, I... would rather die!"
Zongzheng Wuyou didn't even look at her, and said, "This king hates being threatened the most. If you really want to die, please do so." Flicking his sleeves, he went straight into the carriage without looking back. Looking at his unfeeling back, Zhao Yun let out a wry smile. All thoughts were lost, and he murmured: "Okay, okay, since brother Wuyou doesn't want me, then I, I'll die for you." Bumping towards the shaft of the car, Man Yao was startled, and hurriedly stepped forward to stop her, but Zongzheng Wuyou's voice said without emotion: "Leng Yan, stop her."
Zhao Yun's face brightened, and said: "Brother Wuyou, I knew you still cared about me a little bit, didn't you?" She remembered that when she was very young, when she entered the palace with her father, Brother Wuyou would take her to play and treat her very good. After Concubine Yun Gui died, she never saw Brother Wuyou smile sincerely at anyone again, he was always indifferent and cold, and would not let anyone get close to him. But she just likes him, likes his perfect appearance, likes his royal aristocratic temperament, even likes his indifference, his arrogance, likes everything about him. She looked at the perfect man in her heart with almost adoring eyes, with hope shining in her eyes.
Zongzheng Wuyou acted as if he hadn't seen him, but said indifferently, "I don't understand what caring is. If you want to die, there is a palace wall over there. Don't let blood stain my eyes."
Zhao Yun looked at the expressionless man in the car in disbelief. Her whole body was shaking, and her tears fell like broken beads, and the hope that had just risen in her eyes immediately turned into more intense despair. , tremblingly said: "You, you... Brother Wuyou, you are the most cold-blooded and ruthless person in the world! I hate you!!"
Zhaoyun ran away crying, while Manyao was still in a daze, unable to recover for a long time. She stared blankly at that perfect face that looked like a fairy or a demon, seeing him manipulate a person's love, hate, life and death with such a calm and indifferent expression in just a short moment, she didn't know whether he should be called affectionate or ruthless
Zongzheng Wuyou saw that she was standing there in a daze, showing no intention of getting into the car, so he couldn't help frowning and said, "Ah Man, get in the car."
Man Yao took a deep breath, looked up at the night sky with few stars, and said softly: "Wuyou, have you ever tried to walk back from here?"
Zongzheng Wuyou stared at her, thought for a while, jumped out of the carriage, waved to the driver, and the carriage left by itself.
The wind in early summer lifted the hair of the two of them and danced lightly. They walked side by side on the secluded path, quietly, without making a sound. Man Yao walked extremely slowly, the road ahead was pitch black, she couldn't see the edge, just like her future, her heart was gloomy and depressing, a bit disturbed. The days of getting along like this are really numbered. Habit is a terrible thing. In the future, there will no longer be such a person who will quietly listen to her talk about things that no one in this world can understand; nor will there be another person who will accompany her to play a game of chess every day, unable to tell the winner...
"Do you have something on your mind?" Zongzheng Wuyou suddenly asked.
Manyao replied casually: "Yes."
Zongzheng Wuyou was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect her to answer like this, seeing that her half-drooped eyes were a little less clear than before, thinking of everything that happened that night, her mood changes seemed to be the result of the calmness that Princess Rongle chose Fu It started at that moment. He frowned, stopped, and held her hand very hard. "For Fu Zhao's marriage to Princess Rong Le?"
Manyao looked back into his eyes, nodded and said, "Yes."
Zongzheng Wuyou was startled, his brows were furrowed, he looked into her calm eyes, he pursed his lips for a long time without saying a word, and unconsciously clenched his hands tighter and tighter. Man Yao was in pain, but she didn't break free, she just said slowly: "Wuyou, treating a woman who loves you so deeply...it's really cruel."
Zongzheng Wuyou slowly let go of her hand, turned around, and said indifferently: "I don't like her." As he spoke, he walked ahead, while Man Yao followed behind him, looking at his elegant and elegant back Shrouded in the thick night, cold and lonely. I don't like it again! Because he didn't like it, he rejected it so thoroughly, leaving no hope, that's the kind of man he is. If he really fell in love with someone, what would it be like
Zongzheng Wuyou suddenly stopped, turned to look at her with a smile, and said mysteriously: "Seeing how tired you are, I'll take you to a place."