C339 Loneliness worry

"My wife, this is my home. It's spring all year round, so you'll like it, won't you?"

The woman nodded but didn't say anything.

A man dressed in red, with an incomparably beautiful appearance, who else could it be other than Jun Ziyuan? Whether it was the woman's eyes, nose, or appearance, she was not in any way, but the feeling she gave people was a little different, yet they couldn't quite put their finger on it. How could the girl in front of him be Yao Sisi who was a thousand miles away? What exactly was going on?

"My wife, your husband is very tired now. However, your husband has earned quite a bit of money. I can always give you money. Are you happy?"

A wicked smile, an unparalleled beauty. Seeing that, the lady dressed in the green water Jade Lotus looked pained, and could not help but agree, "Lord, madam will be happy."

"You, what did you say?!"

The cold air was getting stronger and stronger, and the surroundings had turned into a snowy mountain.

The lady was so frightened that she quickly kneeled on the ground, "Lord, please punish me."

"You … you can't say more next time."

Leng Ning's face was so cold that it could freeze all beauty. She then turned and left, clad in red.

The woman kneeling on the ground answered loudly, "Yes."

It was only until they could no longer see Jun Ziyuan that they finally got up, looked at the stone table, and faintly sighed as they sat down, "Yao Sisi, where are you? Do you know how uncomfortable Lord's heart is because of you?"

Reaching his hand out to his ear, he tore off a piece of the human skin mask, revealing another face. It turned out that the Yao Sisi just now was just Hong Xiao's disguise, and it was only because his Lord wanted to meet her — — Yao Sisi.

Looking at the human skin mask in his hands, Hong Xiao smiled bitterly. What kind of person was Lord, who had not been moved by a woman for many years, was now getting thinner and thinner by a girl, and even when facing a mountain of national affairs, he still could not make Lord give up searching for her. These few months, after the death of the First Prince and the separation of their good friend, accepting the suggestion of the First Prince to let him learn how to handle the imperial government, as well as taking time to accompany him in his rush, Hong Xiao saw everything clearly. Hong Xiao doted on Jun Ziyuan from the bottom of his heart and was worried from the bottom of his heart. He even did his utmost to find Yao Sisi privately, but there was no news of him. Hong Xiao knew the pain of missing a person, and knew that was why he had cooperated with the Lord, pretending to be the person Jun Ziyuan missed day and night, quietly matching with her, hoping that he could ease the pain of his endless thoughts.

Her eyes were filled with a deep heartache. This step was the pain that Hong Xiao was unable to pacify, because it was gifted to him by the man she loved, and when that man fell to the bottom of the valley a few years ago, she had only seen a pool of blood when she rushed over.

That was five years ago when she was first sent by Jun Ziyuan to Qitian Country to receive a quest. It was also at that time that she met him, that elegant man as beautiful as water, the man who was willing to hurt, shed tears, and buy rouge for her. Therefore, every year, she would ask Jun Ziyuan to let her go to the side of the cliff for a few days. But this year, she also really wanted to go, but how could she say it out loud? She had never told Jun Ziyuan that she had fallen in love with a man who was already extremely likely to not exist in this world.

Therefore, each year, her heart was colder than the last. On the surface, each year was colder than the last. However, each year, her heart was more fragile and filled with despair. How could she not understand that Yao Sisi was living on top of Jun Ziyuan's heart like a poppy? poppy was a type of thing that grew a little white flower, although it could relieve pain, it could also make people addicted to it.

Who can understand worry after saying goodbye?

The figure sat alone on the windowsill. How lonely the night was.

"My wife, your husband misses you."

He coughed lightly and used his sleeve to test the corner of his mouth. He then sneered, "Sisi, you are really ruthless. You just left like that. I just want to have children with you. Do you know that? "

He jumped down from the window sill and walked out of the hall. He sat down on the porch and raised his head to look at the bright moon. Wife, are you looking at the moon too? With regards to the fact that no one replied to him, he was already used to the faint sandalwood fragrance on his body, which drifted into the nose of Hong Xiao, who was hidden far away.

The red attractiveness of Jun Ziyuan's body did not change, but the seductive look could no longer be seen on his face, making him look like a "blue demoness" under the moonlight. He took away the wine pot and said towards Hong Xiao's direction: "Come out."

Hong Xiao took out a human skin mask from her chest and skillfully put it on her face. With a leap, she landed on a tree branch not far in front of Jun Ziyuan, turned around and faced Jun Ziyuan, without saying a word, it was something that she had to do every night, Hong Xiao was already familiar with it, so she was afraid that it would disturb the beauty Jun Ziyuan created for herself, hence she pointed to her own acupuncture points before she flew out.

Jun Ziyuan laughed, laughing in a self-deprecating manner, looking at the familiar face with some satisfaction. Hong Xiao continued to drink his wine with the jug in his hand, the bitterness mixed into his intestines. Although he had seen it, Hong Xiao did not know that it was a disguise, and his heart was racing even more. Hong Xiao moved, her beautiful feet landing on the ground, she walked step by step in front of Jun Ziyuan, then lightly raised her wrist and slapped it.

A line of women wearing dancing dress filed in, and long white sand danced about, seeming to be in a dreamy and illusory state. A familiar song floated over.

I sat on the ferry with my bags on my back and looked back over my shoulder. Smoke was rising and drifting in the outline of the village, and I began to miss it dearly. Dampened by the vicissitudes of life, I forgot the direction I came from and looked back disappointedly...

That day appeared in Jun Ziyuan's mind once again: She looked at it from afar, and what she saw was an ancient tree that reached into the sky, the grass and leaves beneath the tree were all swaying along with the wind, it looked soft and tender, but there was no break in the wind, which showed how sharp the blade was. She lay on the railing with her arms behind her head, thinking about how she had said, "Chang'an is my hometown, but one day I walked out and couldn't find my way back."

Back then, he had even held her waist and told her that he was willing to build a Chang'an for her, a hometown that would let her live. But now, had she returned to her hometown? Jun Ziyuan kept asking himself, in his heart, he hoped that she would not return, that she would one day appear in his life again.

Under the moonlight, a layer of hazy moonlight was shrouded in red clothes. Seeing that he had created her, he thought to himself, "My wife, I definitely won't let you and I separate like this. Absolutely!"

He threw back his head and took a gulp of wine. He shook his head, trying to forget the memories that filled his mind for the time being, thinking of the extremely interesting poem she had said to him. He could not help but chant: A pair of shoes by the bed, the clothes are the frost on the ground.