From now on, the Son of Heaven does not come early

Chapter 564
Xiao Liu's name is Meng Yirou, my lord, I am Rou'er, not Xiao Liu...

These words were not spoken after all, because this man didn't care about himself at all, just like when he came to Yanliu Lane before, he always sat quietly in front of the small tower by the window, regardless of the severe cold or heat, even Even if it is a storm, he will open the window facing the palace behind him. His mind has never been on himself, and there must be a woman in his heart who cannot compare to him...

Xiao Liu lowered his head sadly, without saying a word.

I don't know how long it took until the carriage stopped, and the person who had been reading closed the book and raised his head. He changed into his usual smiling face, hugged her very lovingly, and helped her down under the eyes of everyone. Carriage, in the eyes of everyone, she, Xiaoliu, seems to be the happiest woman in the world, who is loved by thousands of people, but only she knows in her heart that all of this is just an illusion.

Xiao Liu secretly looked at him, the palms around his waist were wide and warm, his arms tightly wrapped around him were flabbergasted, the man's chest was wide and warm, his handsome side face, that mask-like smile still fascinated Xiao Liu, She even completely ignored where she came to and who she would face.

When Feng Yuran learned that his fifth younger brother was coming, he immediately greeted him. Regardless of the cold weather outside, he didn't even put on a cloak. When he went out, he saw the woman in Feng Yuran's arms. , and couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

"Little..." subconsciously called out the name, which stunned the intoxicated woman, and then turned her head to look curiously.

A sharp chin, a delicate face, peach blossom eyes are clear and pure, with a touch of red at the end of the eyes...

Feng Yiran almost forgot to breathe, and just stood there in the cold wind, watching with forgetfulness.

This is the little boy from childhood, there is no sharp look in his eyebrows and eyes, only purity and clarity remain, that cute and curious appearance hooks the last bit of nostalgia deep in his heart...

little?

Xiao Liu was stunned for a moment, obviously it was the prince who gave him a name, why did this person know it immediately?It seems that it has not been introduced yet, right?

The fox-faced man stared at the change of the fourth brother, then raised the corners of his lips, and said with a smile: "Fourth brother, I forgot to introduce to the fourth brother. This is the woman I redeemed from Yanliu Lane, Liu Xiaoxiao."

"Xiaoxiao?!" Feng Yiran was startled, her eyes were a little surprised, and when she looked closely, it turned out that she was only somewhat similar to Xiaoxiao...

Did he read wrong?Are there people in this world who look alike and have similar auras?
Feng Yiran frowned slightly, and brought the two of them into the banquet hall, the smile on Feng Yuran's mouth widened.

The few of them grew up together as childhood sweethearts, and even themselves were almost blinded, let alone the fourth brother?
Slitted eyes opened a little dark, Feng Yuran frowned, and finally entered this interlocking situation.

The cups and cups are intertwined, the singing and dancing are peaceful, and the banquet of the royal family is still luxurious even if there are only two people.

The two brothers didn't say a word, they were thinking about each other, the person in the main seat bowed his head to drink, and the person in the guest seat bowed his head to eat the food.

Carefully, Xiao Liu secretly looked at the person in the main seat, only feeling that the two of them were quite alike, but this person didn't seem happy...

Do people in the royal family have so many worries?Even His Highness King Muyang always came to Yanliu Lane when he was in a bad mood.

Xiao Liu quickly swallowed the food in her mouth, and switched to other snacks, her cheeks groaning, completely subverting her usual reserved image in Yanliu Lane.

There is no way, Anyang Wang Qiansui said that he must act like this, and at this moment, she is Liu Xiaoxiao, not Xiaoliu!

On the dance floor, the dancers of the royal family showed their tenderness and beauty with the beat. If you put any of the dancers here in Yanliu Lane, it will definitely be more popular than the sneak shots there. Xiao Liu couldn't take his eyes off it.

And his every move like this also fell into the eyes of the man in charge.

Feng Yiran glanced at Xiaoliu from time to time, and looked at the dance floor with her big eyes blinking curiously, and then her cheeks bulged like a rabbit. In a flash, Feng Yiran really felt that she had returned to her childhood , the cheerful and innocent years of ignorance that left only happiness without a little pain.

The heart that had been silent for a long time began to toss and torment, and finally gradually turned into an intractable depression, tormenting his reason.

The bone-chilling hatred slowly sprouted, and finally grew into a towering ancient tree, piercing his long-suppressed rationality.

So the drunk man stood up with red eyes, grabbed Xiao Liu who was eating like a rabbit, and turned to leave.

Feng Yuran immediately stood up, took Xiao Liu's other hand, discarded the fox mask, and revealed a stern face.

"This is my woman." Feng Yuran lowered his voice and said very seriously, which made him look more like Feng Junran.

Sure enough, Feng Yiran was enraged successfully, turned around and threw fists and kicks, Feng Yuran quickly raised his hand to block, the two of them fought in the banquet hall, scaring away the serving servants, only the table was left in the entire banquet hall The sound of the chair being overturned, the sound of fists and feet facing each other, and the sound of Xiaoxiao whimpering when she wanted to scream but didn't dare to scream.

After a few tricks, Feng Yuran pretended to be helpless, covering the corner of his cracked mouth and was defeated, watching Feng Yiran turn around and leave with Xiao Liu.

Then the man licked the blood at the corner of his mouth, and slowly smiled.

"Fourth brother, what should I do? My younger brother still doesn't believe that you really like the emperor's wife..."

After finishing speaking, he picked up the overturned jug, regardless of whether it was dirty or not, he just raised his head and got himself completely drunk.

Taohua Temple in Taohuawu, Taohua Temple under Taohua Fairy.

The peach blossom fairy grows peach trees and picks peach blossoms for wine.

Just sit in front of the flowers when you wake up, and come to sleep when you are drunk.

Half drunk and half awake day after day, flowers bloom year after year.

Slowly raising his lazy eyelids, Feng Yu suddenly saw the densely packed peach forest, full of smoke-like peach blossoms, clusters of pink and tender, the spring breeze rolled up the tender and tender ones, and fell down, and He just fell drunk in the depths of the sea of ​​flowers holding the jug like this, and beside his ears was the light laughter of the woman, giggling, which sounded better than the most beautiful music in the world, so he couldn't help curling up the corners of his mouth, Sipping the mellow wine one after another, until a small pink bun ran up to her, and cheerfully handed him a delicate and gorgeous fan.

"Brother Prince, this fan is for you."

So the dream shattered and the flowers fell, the world was dark, there was no more sea of ​​flowers, no more sunshine.

(End of this chapter)