The killer of the cold princess is not too cold

Rumeng's arrival seemed to startle the flute player, and the sound of the flute stopped abruptly. Rumeng stared at the lonely back in the blue shirt, hoping that the face that could play such beautiful and sad music would not disappoint.

Mu Rufeng turned his back to the visitor, and without making a sound, he just leaned lonely and lonely under the green and drooping willow tree.

The breeze blows, the clothes flutter, and the blue hair flies; the lotus leaves and red flowers full of ponds are also swaying with the wind, the willow branches are blowing, and there is only silence in the world.

Rumeng no longer moved forward, for fear that moving by herself would break this fairyland-like scene.Who is this man?Why a back view can make people feel sad and unable to be themselves.

Mu Rufeng looked at the distant sky with melancholy eyes. Three years ago, the morning when he saw Ziyan for the first time, Ziyan stood behind him so calmly, enjoying the breeze and the fragrance of lotus together with him. , quiet.

"Are you Ziyan?" The voice was as light as a breeze, and it was as refreshing as the fragrance of lotus.

"Are you talking to me?" It twitched like an oriole.

"You're not, Ziyan wouldn't answer like that, Ziyan wouldn't..." There was sadness between the lines.

"Oh, it seems that I brought up your sadness, I'm sorry." Does an apology help?

The body under the blue shirt trembled unnoticed, and Liao Suo's back became even more lonely. He staggered and moved a few steps, and sighed: "Yesterday, drinking and having fun was still like a dream, and the separation between yin and yang is more real. That’s right, God doesn’t show mercy to everyone, but everyone feels sorry for himself.”

Rumengru was cursed, her feet were firmly fixed on the ground, unable to move half a step away, tears flooded her cheeks at some point, the breeze cut her flying dress fiercely like a knife, and that A heart that does not know where it is left.

Stretch out your finger and put a drop of tear in your mouth, it's so bitter!The same people who have fallen in the end of the world, why meet each other before.

The man in the blue shirt went with the wind, and Rumeng's heart also drifted away with the wind.

A light cough woke up Rumeng who was still immersed in sorrow, raised his hand to wipe away the tear stains on his face, and looked back, he was a middle-aged man in his 50s and [-]s, hale and hearty, with compliments and shrewdness on his face.

"Uncle, what's the matter?"

"Princess Ziluo, this old slave is the steward of the Royal Palace. Wang Fu, you can call the old slave Wang the steward. The prince has an order to invite the princess to Yufengyuan for dinner." Wang Fu lowered his head and answered neither humble nor overbearing, although I didn't directly say that I looked down on you, but I could tell from the tone that I didn't take this princess seriously.

"Really? Uncle Wang will lead the way." Rumeng ignored these trifles, and she still had to be courteous.What does this Shangguan Yu want to do?She had eaten breakfast, didn't those maids tell him, why did she still have to eat?Let's see.

Wang Fu, who was leading the way, was taken aback for a moment. The concubine called him uncle. He heard him right. His niece was also seventeen or eighteen years old, and she called him uncle all day long.It's just that no master has ever called him that. Others say that the princess in northern Xinjiang is spoiled and arrogant. Is it a misinformation?Wang Fu turned his head and looked at Rumeng who followed closely behind him. He was also beautiful and beautiful, and he was a good match with Prince Yu, but the relationship between the prince and the king of Xinjiang, alas, otherwise it would be a match made in heaven.

"Uncle Wang, who was playing the flute by the lotus pond just now? He doesn't seem to be restrained in the palace." Ru Meng has been thinking about the lonely back of Xiao Suo, why does he have such a sad mood?

"Oh, that's Mr. Mu, the lord's best friend. He has saved his life, so the lord ordered that Mr. Mu can freely enter and leave the Royal Palace." For the first time, Wang Fu felt that he really talked a lot. For some reason, I always want to explain more clearly to this kind princess.

"It turned out to be Shangguan Yu's savior, thank you, Uncle Wang."

"This, this is what the old slave should do. The princess's gratitude killed the old slave."

"Uncle Wang, you are older than Zi Luo, and you are Zi Luo's elder. Zi Luo thanked you as a matter of course, so please don't be polite." Sensing the change in Wang Fu's attitude, Ru Meng became more polite to him.

Buying people's hearts is her forte.

Wang Fu almost burst into tears, and Rumeng's repaying kindness with kindness completely conquered this sophisticated and smooth man.

The two stopped in front of Yufengyuan, and Wang Fu worriedly said to Rumeng: "Princess, Mrs. Wu Die'er is also with the prince. The prince is a little irritable, but he has a good heart. Sometimes I feel wronged by you." , it’s not aimed at you, so just bear with it.”

Wang Fu was surprised that he meddled in the affairs of his masters, but he couldn't help but want to remind this polite and kind Princess Zi Luo.

"Well, I got it, Uncle Wang, don't worry, I will take good care of myself." Rumeng cast her eyes far into the depths of Yufengyuan, and she suddenly remembered the scene in "Kung Fu" where Zhou Xingchi rescued Huoyun evil god: The sky above the mental hospital turned into the depths of Yufengyuan, with a strange vortex circling, and then I don't know if it is bloody or rainy, or it is sunny and sunny.

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