The tricky princess of ancient idol drama

Chapter 42

"Yu'er." Yazhu was wearing a shabby prison uniform, seeing Bingyu, his face was stained with excitement, such elegance, just like his name, like the morning sun shining into the bamboo forest.

"Brother Zhu!" Bingyu stepped forward and saw the blood on his face and the scars on his body, "You have suffered."

"I'm fine." Yazhu smiled and patted her on the shoulder, "You've lost weight."

Bingyu burst into tears slowly, shaking her head, "Brother Zhu, get in the car, let's go home."

"Okay, let's go home."

The car gradually drifted away, Xiao Yiran slowly got out of another car beside the cell, looking at the direction they were leaving...

After washing and dressing, Yazhu walked out lightly, except for a slight welt mark on his face, he was still the original him, refined, elegant and elegant.

"Oh, it's so beautiful." Bingxue said with a smile, "Isn't it, Bingyu!"

"En." Bingyu replied awkwardly, extremely unnatural.

Bingxue looked at the weird Bingyu, and immediately stepped forward to explain to Yazhu, "Yu'er was too excited yesterday, didn't sleep well, and didn't have much energy. Don't mind."

"How could it be?" Yazhu smiled, "Then, cousin, rest well." A trace of pain flashed in his eyes.

Bingyu froze for a moment, his pain was exactly the same as Xiao Yiran's...

"Yu'er, it's time for you to make a decision." Bingxue came in with an osmanthus cake, and Bingyu sat on the side in a daze.

"Sister, I don't know, I don't know what to do?"

"Don't worry, you have to believe, only you, only you know what to do, if you hesitate, everyone will not be free."

"Sister..." Bingyu cried into Bingxue's arms.

"Cry if you want." Bingxue sighed softly, stroking her soft hair.No matter who you choose, my sister will support you, Bingyu.

A childhood sweetheart, in love with each other, elegant and refined, gentle and affectionate, and a person who meets by chance, the enemy's road is narrow, cold and handsome, domineering and affectionate.Anyone who has let them down will be distressed, heartbroken, and will regret half of their lives.

What should I do?Bingyu looked at the bright moon in the sky, tears flowed from her eyes.

"Yu'er."

Bingyu quickly wiped away her tears, and turned around, "Brother Zhu, why are you here? Your body needs more rest."

"Yu'er, I have something to tell you." Ya Zhu sat down beside her. "Yu'er, in fact, King Chu is a good man, worthy of your entrustment for life."

"Brother Zhu." Bingyu looked at him in surprise.

Yazhu smiled lightly, "I know, you fell in love with him. In fact, we are just childhood sweethearts. The memories of our childhood are so beautiful, and you don't have an elder brother, so you mistake this feeling for love. When you really meet yourself When you are fated, there is no judgment."

"No, it's not like this..." Bingyu hurriedly defended, but was interrupted by Yazhu.

"Actually, I am very happy and will be remembered by you for a lifetime, right?"

"Brother Zhu." Bingyu burst into tears, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"I'm not sorry, I just respect your heart. Promise me, you must be happy."

"You also have to promise me not to become a monk."

"Pfft——" Yazhu laughed out loud, "You, what time has it been, and you are still like this, it seems that the King of Chu will bear it in the future."

"What are you talking about!" Bingyu hit him hard.

"Haha..." Ya Zhu laughed, "My sister still looks good when she smiles."

"Brother Zhu..." Bingyu gently leaned on his shoulder, "Let me lean on it, it will be fine."

Yazhu didn't object, and smiled slightly.Much like when she was a child, when she was suffering and being wronged, she would lie on his shoulders, sobbing softly, and the beautiful smell of her always slowly seeped into his heart at this time, touching his softest part.It turns out that I have to let go.I don't want you to be sad. Only when I let go can you get better.Bingyu, from now on, you have to take good care of yourself...

The moonlight is clear, the shadows of the trees are whirling, and the night breeze is cool. Accompanied by low sobbing sounds, there is a delicate romantic atmosphere.

(End of this chapter)