After wearing a book, the sickly tyrant only acts like a spoiled child in my arms

Chapter 173

After tonight, everything was turned upside down.

It seems like nothing happened, and it seems that everything has changed.

In the bedroom of Yinhua Palace and on the bed, there is always Yan Yunxiao's aura.

Su Jiu'er finally let out a long sigh, wrapped herself tightly, and spent the night huddled in a corner.

As for Yan Yunxiao who left from here, he lived in Fuyang Palace.

In the following days, Su Jiu'er never saw Yan Yunxiao again, because he never came to Yinhua Palace again, and it became like Su Jiu'er's bedroom.

So far, Su Jiu'er has not understood why things have come to this point.

Maybe it was because his words offended his authority, but he also reprimanded himself from an absolute height, and he also expressed his apology.

What brought the relationship between the two to such a rigid point was because of Yan Yunxiao's reasonable "occupation" behavior, which angered and hurt Su Jiu'er.

It's not a solution to just stalemate like this, she can't stay here anymore, the deal will continue, she must leave here.

She opened the heavy curtain and took a look outside. It was getting late, and there was a vast expanse of snow, and a thick layer of silver frost was pressed on the cornices of the palace.

Today is New Year's Eve.

The New Year's Eve banquet is still held in Changle Hall.

With a faint sigh, she put down the curtain in her hand, sat back on the kang again, her eyes fell lazily on the charcoal stove, and she didn't know what she was thinking, so she lost her mind for a while.

She just felt that there was an invisible cage on her body, enclosing her in it.

After many days, Yan Yunxiao finally came to Yinhua Hall again.

His face was gloomy, and there was no wave in his eyes.

Seeing him outside the hall, Qing Zhi immediately knelt down and saluted, "Your Majesty."

Before he could say a complete greeting, he flicked his sleeves lightly, with a look of impatience on his face.

Qingzhi was already very afraid of Yan Yunxiao's aura, not to mention that he had a quarrel with Su Jiuer a few days ago, when he dragged his master into the snow to question him.

Although His Majesty finally returned to the Yinhua Palace with his master in his arms, it seemed that his anger had dissipated, but then he made a fuss somehow, and His Majesty left with a gloomy face, leaving Concubine Su crying in the hall alone. split lung.

Since then, His Majesty has stopped visiting his master.

Concubine Su also seemed to lose her soul every day, she didn't even say much, she often sat on the kang and stared at the charcoal stove for a whole day.

Although His Majesty stopped her greeting, he didn't intend to ask her to go in to report, so Qing Zhi hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, the master is sitting inside."

As if hearing about Su Jiu'er, the arc of his eyebrows softened a little.

"How are you these days?"

Pursing her lips, she finally asked in a low voice.

Seeing that His Majesty is still willing to ask about his master's daily life, Qingzhi still remembers it in his heart, and quickly kowtowed, "Your Majesty has not been well these few days, she has no appetite and lack of interest."

"I only drank half a bowl of porridge in the morning, and I didn't even eat half a bowl of rice for lunch. I only ate two mouthfuls of vegetables. Now I'm sitting on the kang again. It's already afternoon."

"Don't talk to the slaves anymore."

After finishing the last sentence, Qing Zhi already choked up.

Presumably, seeing Su Jiu'er like this made her feel very distressed.

Yan Yunxiao couldn't help clenching his hands behind his back lightly, feeling as if ants had crawled over him.

Then he waved his sleeves and sent Qing Zhi down.

He stepped forward to open the curtain himself, deliberately lightened his movements, and a faint warmth and familiar aroma came from the room.

The incense burned in this room was specially prepared by Su Jiu'er by adding medicine. Although it is not very expensive, it is refreshing, and it is specially designed for Yan Yunxiao.

This smell made Yan Yunxiao lose his mind for a moment, as if he had returned to the night when he just came back from Tongzhou.

Su Jiu'er was so dazed that she didn't realize that Yan Yunxiao had come in. He stood at the entrance of the hall, silently looking at her.

The black silk was coiled up casually, and two mint-colored jade beads were hanging on the temples. Under the hair curtain, the girl's brows were light, her eyes were long, and her black and shiny eyelashes fluttered slightly with her body consciousness.

Her neck is long and slender, with a graceful curvature. She is wearing a light pink jacket and a light yellow woven floral kilt on her lower body. This color scheme contrasts with her appearance, making her look so gentle, without any sharp edges.

But it gave Yan Yunxiao a thorn in his heart.

He felt a kind of specious sadness from Su Jiu'er.

He was all too familiar with this feeling.

He has seen her mother and concubine sitting by the window countless times, sighing and melancholy.

The only difference is that her mother and concubine have accepted this involuntary grief and expressed it with sighs.

Su Jiu'er didn't.

The feeling she gave Yan Yunxiao was that she silently chewed on this difficult emotion, and then found the next opportunity to regain her strength.

There was nothing wrong with his feelings.

Su Jiu'er repeatedly told herself to be more rational, and breaking up with Yan Yunxiao would not do her any good, and besides, Yan Yunxiao let her go that night, and he didn't want to force her to a desperate road.

She will not interfere with any of Yan Yunxiao's ideas anymore, this is a thunderstorm, she must stay away from it.

With her thoughts gathered, she sighed indiscernibly.

Yan Yunxiao's back tightened, facing her recovery, she felt a little nervous.

Finally, Su Jiu'er found her.

She turned her head for a moment, and the two looked at each other from a distance, their eyes turned from surprise to vigilance, and finally turned into an extremely indifferent glance.

She saw that Yan Yunxiao's face seemed to still have her own red mark, and she wondered if it was an illusion.

Looking away, Su Jiu'er got up slowly and saluted Yan Yunxiao.

"Your Majesty, Wan An."

The etiquette is extremely respectful, but it is still the same as usual, there is no word of submission.

Yan Yunxiao was obviously used to it, and he also looked away, his jaw slightly raised, raising his aura.

It seemed that he was very unconfident in front of Su Jiu'er.

Since Su Jiu'er didn't mention anything about that day, there was no need for Yan Yunxiao to drag out his extremely crazy appearance and whip his corpse, so the two of them avoided this topic in a tacit understanding.

"The food is not to your taste?"

He asked endlessly, his eyes wandered around the room a few times, and finally fell on Su Jiu'er's face.

It's just that he didn't directly stare at her face, but just swept across her chin and side face vaguely, and his eyes fell on her small white earlobe, on which there was only one jade bead.

Refreshing and gentle.

Su Jiu'er lowered her head and replied, "No."

I won't say anything about the other side.

With nothing to talk about, the two faced each other in embarrassment, giving Su Jiuer the illusion of meeting her ex-boyfriend on the street.

After a long stalemate, it was still Yan Yunxiao who stepped forward, and then reached out to hold her.

"Follow me, let's go to Changle Hall together."

(End of this chapter)