This host can handle it, let her be the villain, she is the real deal

Xi'er is the only one beside Shen Yue.

Although they have only been together for half a year, they see each other every day and haven't said a few words, but Xi'er is very well-behaved, and there is nothing uneasy about it.

There are even some innocent cuteness.

For example, when Xi'er was making snowballs, suddenly a maid said that His Highness let him go and gave him a lot of gold and silver treasures.

With this money, Xi'er doesn't need to worry about food and clothing for the rest of her life.

But he didn't ask for it, let alone touch it, he just said stubbornly: "I want to see Your Highness."

Shen Yue wants to see him is just a matter of one word, but if he wants to see Shen Yue, it will be more difficult than going to heaven.

What's more, Shen Yue didn't want to see him at all.

Xi'er is still very young, only sixteen or seventeen years old, pure and straightforward.

He didn't understand why Shen Yue didn't want him anymore, without any reason, he wanted to ask for an answer.

Maybe he was really spoiled by Shen Yue's silence for the past six months. He wanted to see Shen Yue, but the guards who had treated him respectfully before blocked him and refused to let him in.

It was only then that Xi'er realized that Shen Yue really didn't want to see him at all.

Moreover, he also heard that Shen Yue often went to Qingyue Palace and stayed overnight.

Xi'er has heard countless things about Qingyue Palace in the past six months, saying that His Highness has a deep affection for that person and really likes it.

Although he would go to Shen Yue's bedroom at night, the two of them didn't do anything, they didn't even hold hands, only occasionally, he would touch the corner of Shen Yue's clothes.

He didn't want much, and that was enough.

But now Shen Yue doesn't need him anymore, maybe it's because he thinks he's an eyesore, or maybe the person in Qingyue Palace thinks he's an eyesore, no matter what it is, it makes him uncomfortable.

Because this also clearly shows that in Shen Yue's heart, I am afraid that she really does not have a place at all.

He knew that Shen Yue was in the study, so he stood at the door of the study recklessly, no matter how the guards chased him away, he would not leave.

A pure and enthusiastic teenager is always very stubborn, like a burning fire, either burning others or burning himself.

The cold wind was very cold, and it felt like a knife was blowing on the face. The young man came in a hurry, and he was not dressed thickly. It was snowing again, and the hair on his shoulders was covered with thin snowflakes.

After waiting for a long time, the days in winter are always shorter, and the sky quickly darkened, and his hands and feet were numb from the cold. He didn't know how long he had waited, but his eye sockets were sore, dry and stinging, and his eyes seemed to be blinded. Like a layer of fog, it was vague, and the fear and fear in my heart were like a dark curtain, oppressive and suffocating.

Candles were lit in the study, and warm yellow light was reflected from the windows.

The boy's eyes were red, but he was still staring at him.

In the study room, half of Shen Yue's side face was clear and beautiful under the warm yellow light, her eyelashes fluttered, and the red mole down to the eyelid was very conspicuous, she pursed her lips, and glanced out the window.

"Hasn't he left yet?" The gorgeous and dull voice didn't have much emotion.

Fu'an rubbed the ink skillfully, his fair face was dull and unclear: "If His Highness finds it annoying, I will drive him away."

Not to mention annoying.

I'm just a little surprised that the young man is so persistent, and I don't know what he is persistent about.

Her brows were light, "Forget it, I should leave in a while."

However, no.

The sky was as black as ink, without the moon and stars, the snow was falling heavily, and the wind became more piercing.

Shen Yue asked again and got the same answer.

Putting down the brush in his hand, the scent of ink on his sleeves was very faint, and his dark and moist eyes looked out of the window with an indifferent and calm expression.

"Forget it..." She seemed to sigh lightly, but she finally let go: "Let him in."

This is not wise, Shen Yue understands it very well, but...she has softened her heart.

Fu An shrunk his fingers hanging by his side, his slightly thin lips were drawn into a straight line, he hesitated to speak, and finally walked out without saying anything.

The door was opened again, and the boy walked in alone. He closed the door to resist the cold wind outside.

It was very warm in the study, the young man shivered a bit, his face turned pale.

There was a layer of frost on the eyelashes, and the cold was very heavy on his body. He waited at the door for a while, and walked over after the snow on his clothes melted.

Shen Yue didn't look at him, she rubbed the center of her brows with her slender and white fingers, her brows and eyes were exquisite, beautiful and ruthless, wearing a sapphire-colored robe, dignified and elegant.

It was silent and calm.

The young man who was arguing outside to see him just now did not dare to go forward when he saw the real person. After standing for a long time, he mustered up his courage and knelt down at Shen Yue's feet, carefully grabbing a small piece of her sleeve, The voice is very light, very hoarse, and has lost the crisp and melodiousness of the past.

"Your Highness..."

He really felt aggrieved, and he couldn't control his emotions. His heart was suffocated and uncomfortable, and there were tears in his eyes, streaming down his cheeks.

He clenched the fabric in his hands tightly, as if grasping the most precious thing in the world, and dared not let go for a moment, begging softly.

"Your Highness, is the slave not doing well? Is the slave not obedient enough? Why do you want to drive the slave away all of a sudden?"

His thin voice was choked with sobs and his heart was throbbing. He really didn't know what he did wrong and was extremely confused.

Shen Yue still didn't look at him, her slender and thick eyelashes drooped slightly, as if she didn't take his words to heart or listen to them at all.

Cold, unkind.

Shen Yue gives people this feeling when she has no expression.

The young man is not afraid, because he knows that His Highness is not what she appears to be, she is very good, really good.

But now I'm afraid again, afraid that Shen Yue really doesn't want him anymore.

"Your Highness, this slave is very obedient and eats very little..."

The young man's lips were extremely pale, and his voice trembled with severe pain. He didn't know how to stay, and he didn't know how to let Shen Yue look at him and give him a little reaction.

"Your Highness..."

"Your Highness..."

One after another bitter begging, the young man is not very old, but his heart is very persistent, Lai here is unwilling to leave, and he has overtaken him, not even wanting the last face, hugging her leg, crying like a A three-year-old child's tears are like pearls that have fallen off the thread, and there is a kitten-like sniffling sound in his throat.

It was miserable, really miserable.

Shen Yue felt noisy, and finally looked down at him, she had no emotion, it was as cold as a clear spring, so cold that it made people feel like falling into an ice cellar.

She still didn't speak, the drooping eyelashes were like butterfly wings about to fly, thick and thick, making the skin under her eyes even whiter and colder.

Just looking at him like this, without speaking, just watching with cold eyes, as if he has been indifferent all the time.

"Your Highness, I don't want anything, and I won't bother Qingyue Hall. I'm very obedient, I won't cause trouble, and I won't be domineering."

I didn't update yesterday, can I still have the cheek to ask for votes? (carefully)