The first daughter is poisonous, the lord goes to bed obediently

Chapter 165

A black line appeared on Feng Xihe's forehead, and he froze in place.

When Gu Shiyin heard the voice, a smile appeared on the corners of his eyes and brows.

After coming out, seeing her back to him, her expression turned dark, and she strode forward, passing her.

Feng Xihe watched him drift away, with many thoughts in his heart.

Gu Ziyu, you have won.She finally gritted her teeth, ran up, and gently hooked his hand.

Gu Shiyin has quickly wrapped her hand in the palm of his hand, with a nice curve around his lips.

No one spoke, just walked silently in the snow, letting the snowflakes fall on the hair, as if if you keep walking, you will be able to accompany you to Baishou.

The breakfast was served by the maids, and Feng Xihe sat down beside Gu Shiyin. She didn't have much appetite, so she only drank a round-grained rice porridge.

Gu Shiyin turned his head, frowned, and put a plate of crystal clear jadeite bags in front of her, exerting invisible pressure on her.

Feng Xihe expressed resistance with his eyes, but when he found it was ineffective, he lowered his head and gnawed hard.

At this time, she caught a glimpse of Gu Zhun putting a porcelain bowl in the middle of the table with a sinister look on her face, so she looked over curiously.

"What is this?" When she saw the porcelain bowl filled with bright red blood, she couldn't help being curious. Could it be that Gu Shiyin still had the habit of drinking blood?
"Deer blood." Gu Zhun cast a mysterious glance at Gu Shiyin, then quietly backed away.

"Ah?" Feng Xihe almost suspected that he had heard it wrong, and turned his head to look at Gu Shiyin, wondering how he could leave such an impression on Gu Zhun.

Seeing that Gu Shiyin's face had darkened by half, she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

After realizing that Gu Shiyin was looking in her direction, she silently buried her head in the bun again, as if she didn't know anything.She is very pure.

"Gu Zhun, let me stand under the tree for punishment!" Gu Shiyin shouted angrily, Gu Zhun shuddered, he really didn't understand that he was being fined for thinking about his future out of good intentions.

After Gu Zhun went to stand under the bare banyan tree for punishment, Gu Shiyin's thin lips slightly curled up, and he leaned close to Feng Xihe's ear, and said with a smile, "Is my concubine thinking the same as Gu Zhun?"

Feng Xihe nodded, and then, realizing something was wrong, shook his head suddenly.

Gu Shiyin only saw her nodding, and reached out to wrap her arms around her willow waist, making her lean against her tightly.

"Then, in order not to disappoint my concubine, I must let my concubine try."

Feng Xi and "hehe" laughed twice, ignored his nonsense, and concentrated on eating the buns.

"My lord, the future is long. If there is any problem, we can discuss it later."

after?Gu Shiyin felt that this word sounded very comfortable, so he let her go for now.

*
Tonight, in the residence of the Marquis of Wu'an.

Zhao Chu received Qian Yongchang who came to visit, and after listening to Qian Yongchang explaining the situation of recruiting relatives in the martial arts competition, he smiled and pushed the teacup aside.

"Father-in-law is trying to delay time?" Zhao Chu asked leisurely.

Qian Yongchang stroked his beard and said, "This old man also acts according to the traditions of his ancestors. I hope Lord Hou can understand. Don't worry, Lord Hou. At that time, this martial arts competition will be just a show. The son-in-law I have always identified is you."

"Family rules?" Zhao Chu sneered, seeing Qian Yongchang's embarrassing expression, he said again: "You said that you must follow the clan rules for recruiting relatives in martial arts, and this Marquis does not object, otherwise, the world will say that you married a commoner girl forcibly. Scoundrels."

"It's just that I would like to remind my father-in-law, don't try to play any tricks during this period. Otherwise, the ashes of my mother-in-law will not be kept, and the soul of the dead will have nowhere to rest, and this Marquis will feel very sorry."

Qian Yongchang's eyes froze, and then he nodded stiffly, emphasizing again and again to reassure him.

There was nothing else to do, so Qian Yongchang didn't stay any longer, and Zhao Chu asked the housekeeper to deliver it.

On the second day after Qian Yongchang was sent away, a woman in white clothes and a white gauze came to the Zhao family.

The butler led the woman to pass by the hall. Zhao Chu, who was eating in the hall, saw the woman's figure, suddenly put down the chopsticks, stood up, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.

"What's the matter, big brother?" Zhao Ruyuan raised her head in confusion and asked, and Zhao Zhen, who had a bearded face, also raised his eyes to look.

Zhao Chu only said something, and after letting them continue to eat, he got up and followed the woman's figure.

When he came to the room where the woman was, he looked around vigilantly, and after making sure that there was no one else nearby, he closed the door.

"Now, I am on the cusp of the storm, do you know how much trouble you will cause me if you come to me privately?" After Zhao Chu finished speaking, he grabbed Xiaomei Yun's wrist and wanted to send her back .

"Snapped--"

After Yun Xiaomei raised her hand and gave him a loud slap across the face, she angrily removed her veil, revealing a face with a pointed chin, fair complexion, and a bright red mole under her eyelid.

"Are you so eager to send me away because you are afraid that I will delay your good business with Qian Feifei?"

Zhao Chu wanted to scold her angrily, just like in the past.However, the situation is different now, and he can't offend her at this time.

"Little sister, you misunderstood. In the past, I did some stupid things to you, but I always have you in my heart." Zhao Chu had no choice but to persuade, "But you know the current situation. You Already His Majesty's concubine, you and I are muddy and have nothing to do with each other."

"In the future, we can only bury each other's thoughts deep in our hearts. You have your thoughts, and I have mine. You have to remember, no matter who I marry, I only have you in my heart."

After hearing this, Xiaomei Yun's eyes instantly turned sad. She didn't want to enter the palace as a concubine at all.

In the past, she wanted to take revenge on him, and wanted to stand in a supreme position.

Now, her goal has been achieved, she is the emperor's favorite concubine, and he is just a lost prince, so he has to depend on her face to speak.

However, she didn't feel happy at all, instead she felt a deep sense of loss.

God knows, the last time she was in Mrs. Zhao's mourning hall, when she heard the servant screaming, she wanted to turn around and run over to see his injuries.

But due to her status, she could only pretend that she didn't know him.

"Now that you've used these hypocritical words to prevaricate me, do you think I'll still believe it!" Yun Xiaomei shouted at him angrily, "Zhao Chu, let me tell you, I can come to Your Majesty anytime I want." Explain the relationship between the two of us in front of us, so that you will never be able to gain a foothold in Ningguo in this life!"

After she heard that he was going to marry Qian Feifei, she thought she had misunderstood him at first, and deliberately kept Yun Changyi from telling him, trying her best to persuade Emperor Changde to come out for a private visit, just to see him and ask him clearly.

Unexpectedly, he was still as unfeeling as ever, and poured a basin of ice water over her head, which made her feel chilly.

In Zhao Chu's heart, there was anger that was about to burst out. This woman wanted to threaten him, she must be impatient.

"Little sister, I know you have always hated me." After a while, Zhao Chu looked at him solemnly, "Maybe it was because I kept my feelings for you in my heart before, which made you misunderstand. Today, I can I will show you my heart."

He took down a cold iron sword from the wall and handed it to Xiaomei Yun, "If you still hate me, you can kill me. I only ask for my death to relieve your hatred. Instead of making fun of your own life."

Holding the sword, Yun Xiaomei couldn't help shaking, she stared blankly at Zhao Chu, hesitating.

"Kill me, little sister." Zhao Chu's expression was firm, as if he was saying the most sincere love words in the world, his hands were held on the blade, and blood dripped intermittently from his palms, "Kill me, you will Can see the color of my heart."

"However, if flowers don't bloom in a hundred days, the emperor's favor will go as soon as they say. I don't want to see you die alone in the deep palace."

"Promise me, after I die, find a way to leave this place of right and wrong, find a place where no one knows you, find someone who loves you deeply, and start a new life."

Yun Xiaomei's eyes were clouded, her thoughts were confused, and she didn't know whether she should believe what he said.

"Goodbye, little sister." Zhao Chu suddenly pushed the blade towards his chest.

"No..." A few crystal clear teardrops rolled out of Xiaomei Yun's eyes, and at that moment, her heart felt like a knife was twisted.

Without even thinking about it, she summoned her inner strength and shattered the iron sword.

The fragments of the iron sword fell to the ground with a "crash", Yun Xiaomei stepped on the fragments, ran to the fallen Zhao Chu, helped him up, and sobbed against his cheek: "I believe you, it was my fault!" No, I didn't understand you."

"It's not your fault." Zhao Chu stretched out his hand, caressed her willow eyebrows, kissed her forehead, and said in a hoarse voice: "If possible, I will take you with me when I make arrangements."

"Really?" Yun Xiaomei's eyes burst into two bright lights, and joy overflowed her heart.

The last time she was so happy was two years ago when Zhao Chu made a promise to her in the ancient Qingshan Temple.

"I can swear to the sky." Zhao Chu promised, and after finishing speaking, he was about to raise his two fingers, as if to swear to the sky.

But Xiaomei Yun couldn't bear it, so he stopped, hugged her instead, and kissed her tightly, as if expressing his longing for many days.

At this time, a thick smoke billowed in from the crack of the door, Zhao Chu immediately let go of Yun Xiaomei and stood up from the ground.

"Let's go into the water!" The boy in the mansion shouted loudly, and the sound of rustling footsteps came here densely.

The door was kicked open, Zhao Chu looked over and saw Zhao Zhen staggering in with a half-empty jug.

"Brother, when I was with Han'er back then, you objected in every possible way, saying what you said was against the rules and ethics. But what about yourself? Hehe, you are much better than me when you hook up with the concubine." Zhao Zhen mocked With a smile, he poured a few sips of wine into his mouth.

Zhao Chu's eyes narrowed slightly, and while looking for a hiding place for Yun Xiaomei, he asked, "You set the fire?"

Zhao Zhen neither admitted nor denied, but kept saying, "Back then, when you insisted on taking Han'er's life, why didn't you think that such a day would come."

Zhao Chu said in his heart, how could it be troublesome for a few people in the house.

Immediately, he immediately adjusted his thinking, thinking that it was too coincidental that Zhao Zhen set fire to the house when Miss Yun came to him.

(End of this chapter)