The tyrant only favors the alluring concubine

Chapter 179 Really Falling In Love With You
"Xiaoyu..." It was the first time he called her name so tenderly, and his beautiful eyebrows frowned into a graceful arc, "What should I do? I seem to really fall in love with you..."

Yun Ziyou looked at Yan Xiaoyu with some resentment, Yan Xiaoyu couldn't move, he could only look into his eyes, "We will die here, right?"

There was not the slightest fear in her tone, she was as calm as if she was asking about ordinary things, Yun Ziyou looked at her apologetically, he no longer flinched, his whole body protected her below, and he broke through the wind with force, Yan Xiaoyu's His sight was blocked by his body until he raised his hand and cut off the long arrow that shot at Yan Xiaoyu's body. Looking at Yan Xiaoyu who was safe and sound in his arms, he smiled, "Xiaoyu..."

Yan Xiaoyu's body moved with his continuous dancing, she intuitively felt that the bodies of the two were sinking, and then she saw the long arrow piercing his chest, the cold arrow, accompanied by drops of blood, she He clearly felt his trembling.

She wanted to scream, but she couldn't scream, her tears were already falling, she felt the pain of being pierced through her heart, the pain was so painful that she couldn't add it, a gap was opened in her world, Yun Ziyou was still laughing, Laughing a little helpless and a little vicissitudes.

Finally, he said to her, "Xiaoyu, I'm sorry..."

She couldn't hear his voice, but only saw the shape of his lips. At the moment before she passed out, she remembered his desolate eyes. He saved her with his own life, but said to her, "I'm sorry..."

Yan Xiaoyu was in a coma for three whole days, and after three days Xiao Ninglan also took back all the military power of the King of Xiangnan, without using a knife or gun, without spending a single soldier.

When Yan Xiaoyu woke up, she realized for a moment, shouldn't she die with Yun Ziyou?Before she passed out, she clearly saw Yun Ziyou covered in blood, his beautiful but pale cheeks, his coquettish but bright eyes, he looked at her and closed his eyes with her.

She is not dead, does it mean that Yun Ziyou is not dead either?Yan Xiaoyu jumped out of bed startled by this thought, but felt dizzy for a while. She supported the window eaves, but found herself in a moving carriage. The curtain of the carriage was raised, and Xiao Ninglan jumped into the carriage.

She looked at him with a pale face, as if looking at a stranger, Xiao Ninglan said lightly, "You can blame me, I used you as bait to kill Yun Ziyou, this man is too skilled in martial arts, he can come and go freely in the palace , I have to get rid of it!"

Yan Xiaoyu looked at him tremblingly, her lips were dry and chapped, a little white and broken, only her eyes were shining like gems, "Yun Ziyou, are you really dead?"

She asked in disbelief, her eyes made him tremble, and his eyes looked away, "Dead, the body has been taken away by Yifang for burial." She retracted her legs and curled up on the bed, her slender arms Wrapping her knees, tears welled up in her eyes, "Is the medicine you gave me that day the antidote for the blood sacrifice?"

"Well," Xiao Ninglan said lightly, "The guards outside Aya's tent are all excellent archers, and they won't hurt you!"

Yan Xiaoyu's tears finally flowed out. Xiao Ninglan stretched out his hand, wanting to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes. After seeing her cold eyes, he finally withdrew his hand in mid-air. He looked at the tassel decoration on the luxury carriage, and couldn't Said salty, "Yun Ziyou is dead, if you want to escape again, I can only..."

He couldn't continue his words, and he didn't know, if she wanted to leave with all her heart, what could he do, lock her up?
Yan Xiaoyu remained silent, like a frightened little white rabbit, no one could approach her except Aya, as soon as Xiao Ninglan approached her, she trembled, trembling like fallen leaves in the wind, returning to the After the capital, the capital is already the coldest weather in winter.

The Eastern Palace was covered by heavy snow, and in the world covered in silver, any darkness was buried under the white snow. Yan Xiaoyu rested her chin on her knees, looking at the red charcoal fire in the stove.

Recently, she ate very little, and she lost a lot of weight. She used to be chattering and lively, but she also fell silent uncharacteristically. Aya was not far away, holding a knife, and dutifully guarding her.

When Qiuyue arrived, she was blocked by Aya. The maids she brought were all skilled in fists and kicks, and almost got into a fight with Aya. She looked at the silent woman in the room and sighed slowly, "Go ask Ask your master, I'm here just to say goodbye to her, if she really doesn't want to see me, I'll leave immediately..."

Aya glanced at Qiuyue, then looked back at Yan Xiaoyu who was staring at the fire in a daze, took back the Damascus knife in her hand, turned around and closed the door, separating Qiuyue and others outside.

After a while, the door opened again, Yan Xiaoyu appeared at the door, she forced out a weak smile, "Sister Qiuyue..."

Qiuyue smiled, with a gratified expression on her dusty face, as usual, pinching Yan Xiaoyu's face, "I am the emperor's concubine, and you actually call me sister Qiuyue, you girl, you are not afraid of getting into trouble!"

Yan Xiaoyu closed the door with a smile, and Aya stood outside the door, looking at the people Qiuyue brought.

As soon as Qiuyue entered the door, she took off her cloak, looked at the elegant environment in the room and the red charcoal in the stove, and sighed, "You are much more comfortable here than mine. This kind of charcoal is called Shiyin charcoal, which is made from Shiyin tree. , a thousand gold is hard to find, I think, only you can see the whole palace..."

Yan Xiaoyu glanced at the stove in a daze, she had never paid much attention to these things, all the food and clothing in this room were directly handled by Xiao Ninglan, she just
It feels warmer from the stove, and the fabric of the clothes is softer.

Qiuyue walked slowly, walked around the room and walked to Yan Xiaoyu's side, took her both hands and said, "Xiaoyu, a woman, don't take death too seriously in this lifetime, while Xiao Ninglan's heart is still on you, If you can catch it, you must catch it, otherwise, not to mention this East Palace, even this world, there will be no place for you!"

Yan Xiaoyu lowered her eyelids, withdrew her hands and sat on the soft bed, "Sister, I don't believe in his kind of person at all. There will be someone I like in my heart. There is no place for me in this world, and I don't want to be in this world." The world will accommodate you."

Yan Xiaoyu's tone was calm, Qiuyue shook her head, walked to her side and said, "A man's favor is not meant to be for a lifetime, and the idea of ​​a couple for a lifetime as you said before, is simply not valid here! "

Yan Xiaoyu smiled, her eyes were calm, she raised her eyes and looked at Qiuyue with a smile, "So, I just want to leave."

Qiuyue sat beside her, stroked her hair, and there was some pity in her eyes, "Xiaoyu, you are really still a child. Once you get involved in the court disputes, do you think you can still leave?"

Yan Xiaoyu lowered her head and looked at the fire, feeling a little sad in her heart. She thought for many days, but there was really no way to leave. The last time she wanted to leave, she almost killed Aya. Yun Ziyou was already dead, and she could not lose Aya again. elegant.

Qiuyue stroked Yan Xiaoyu's soft hair, and said meaningfully, "Xiaoyu, the emperor has decided not to re-establish a queen!"

Yan Xiaoyu raised her head and looked at Qiuyue in confusion. Qiuyue said solemnly, "This means that he won't be in power for a long time, and he might want to be in Zen..."

Yan Xiaoyu's thick eyelashes cast fan-shaped shadows under her eyelids, her fair cheeks were so translucent that even the light blue capillaries in her skin were clearly visible. She hugged herself tightly, her chin resting on her knees, motionless.

Qiuyue sighed, and pushed a strand of hair from Yan Xiaoyu's cheeks behind her ears, "Xiaoyu, sometimes you have to bow to your fate, especially as a woman, you are always weak!"

Yan Xiaoyu bit her lower lip tightly, and looked at Qiuyue innocently, "Sister, I don't care what I do, I just want to protect Aya, and this..."

She took out Moyu from her bosom, the jet-black jade, pure color like her eyes, beautiful beyond description, she looked at Moyu and said lightly, "I need his blood to soak Moyu for 24 hours, and Ah Ya, as long as he promises not to hurt Aya, I promise him anything."

Qiuyue shook her head, and looked at Yan Xiaoyu sadly, she didn't understand, she still didn't understand what a man wanted, it was all she could say, and she had finished speaking, she stood up slowly, "Xiaoyu, maybe I will be released to A remote nunnery, we will meet again by fate in the future!"

Yan Xiaoyu looked at Qiuyue who was leaving slowly, with a sad look on her face, did all the women in the palace end up like this?If it is impossible to be a couple for a lifetime in this world, then can she give up?

Put Mo Yu away, and then began to comb her makeup in front of the mirror. This was the first time she carefully looked at herself in the mirror, her eyebrows were light, not as delicate as ordinary women, because she never trimmed her eyebrows, but she had a kind of Natural heroism; eyes are sparkling, pupils are like black glass, and the gaze is breathtaking; the nose is pretty, not perfect, but it is so cute that one can't help but pinch it; plump and soft lips are like a cherry Generally, it does not need any rouge and gouache, and it is so beautiful that people want to kiss it.

She reached out to touch her cheek, and tried to pinch it. It turned out that the elasticity was really good. No wonder Yun Ziyou likes to pinch her face so much. She used to be a little baby fat, but now she is just right, and her chin has become sharp. , Look left and right, you can get along with beauties.

No wonder Xiao Ninglan is used to eating ginseng and abalone, now she wants to change the taste, Yan Xiaoyu sighed, opened the drawer, there was a good rouge powder in it, she put on makeup little by little.

The peerless beauty in the bronze mirror seems to have become a little different from herself. She is determined not to show such a melancholy face. Could it be that she has really changed?

In the winter, she wore a bright red Hunan embroidered gauze dress, covered with a hollow gauze of the same color, and tied a pure white fox fur cape tightly around her shoulders. She looked at the strange self in the bronze mirror, and she remembered that Hu Rumei used to be This is always the way to dress in winter, and Hu Rumei has been doted on for three whole years in the East Palace.

(End of this chapter)