The tyrant only favors the alluring concubine

Chapter 255 Letting Go
The boss sighed and picked up a steaming steamed bun from the cage, "Girl, eat one..."

Yan Xiaoyu looked at the boss timidly, and took a few steps back in fear. The boss shook his head helplessly, trying to persuade him, but found that Yan Xiaoyu had already stretched out his dirty hand, and she touched the bun tentatively. Finding that the boss didn't intend to take it back, he snatched it away forcefully.

She devoured it, her big timid eyes were still staring at the boss. Seeing that she finished eating quickly, the boss took out another one and handed it to her.

Yan Xiaoyu shook her head and walked away, looking back at her boss every three steps until she turned the corner and could no longer see the boss.

The old boss shed muddy tears. This little girl, seeing how it made people feel so heartbroken, he wiped his tears and cleaned up the stall. Suddenly, a bag of silver fell from the sky. He looked up at the sky, but found something nothing.

By the river, Yan Xiaoyu wanted to drink water. She held the urn in one hand and water in the other, but the water slipped through her fingers. When she brought the water close to her lips, the water had completely flowed out. Looking at his hand, then at his reflection in the water, his black and white eyes blinked and blinked...

Then she leaned over holding the urn, trying to put her mouth in the river, but she couldn't bend down holding the urn at all. A group of children behind them were laughing and holding bamboo poles. They shouted, "Madman, madman, then There's a madman over there."

Some children picked up stones and threw them at Yan Xiaoyu. Yan Xiaoyu turned her head aggrievedly and looked at the group of children with her mouth curled up. The children laughed even louder, and the leader even beat Yan Xiaoyu with a bamboo pole.

Yan Xiaoyu cried after being beaten, but she still held the urn tightly in her hands to prevent their bamboo poles from falling on the urn. A stone the size of an egg hit her forehead, and blood flowed out, covering her face. yes.

She burst into tears after being hit, and the child laughed and walked away. She was the only one crying like a child by the river. The cold river water splashed on her feet, and frostbite had already developed on her exposed toes.

She had cried enough, hugged the urn and sniffed, then bent down to try to drink water, but no matter what, the water was always out of reach.

There are two more hands beside the cheeks, those hands are slender and fair, but there are thin calluses on the thumb and index finger, these are a pair of hands that are used to holding swords, and they are also very beautiful hands, she stared blankly at the hands, holding them in the center A stream of clear water reflected her beautiful but embarrassed face.

She raised her head and looked at the man in front of her. The man was wearing a bamboo hat, and his face could not be seen, but he exuded an almost perfect aura, and his black clothes set him off thin and cold. Squatting beside Yan Xiaoyu.

Yan Xiaoyu held the urn tightly with her hands, as if she was holding some peerless treasure. She didn't dare to look at the man's bamboo hat, but just looked down at the urn in her arms.

The man's hand holding the water moved a little closer to her. She hesitated and lowered her head to drink up the water in the man's hand. When her chapped lips touched the man's hand, the man froze obviously. After she finished drinking the water, He didn't let go of his hand, but slowly stroked her cheek.

Yan Xiaoyu didn't struggle, she just looked at him timidly, his hand was cold and pressed against her cheek, but it gave her a feeling of peace of mind, she lightly licked his palm like a cat.

When the breeze picked up, the veil on the man's bamboo hat was lifted, revealing his stunning face faintly. His hand took her cold little hand, and when his eyes were on the red frostbite on the back of her hand, they condensed slightly.

He slowly stroked the back of her red hand, Yan Xiaoyu was holding the urn with one hand, and the other was in his hand, she puffed out her mouth and muttered, "Xiao Ninglan is dead, he is dead..."

The man didn't speak, he just held her hand and got up, he walked very slowly, she followed behind him like a lost child, and when he reached the door of an inn, Yan Xiaoyu stopped in her tracks, desperately unwilling to leave walk in.

The man looked back at her, and understood the terrified look in her eyes. Through the veil of the bamboo hat, the man's sinister eyes were revealed.

Yan Xiaoyu couldn't help shaking her head, "Don't go in, they beat people, it hurts..."

The man stopped in his tracks, and simply hugged Yan Xiaoyu by the waist. Yan Xiaoyu struggled while holding the urn, and then found that the waiter was not chasing her away, but bowed to greet her. She calmed down and stayed in the man's arms obediently .

The man went to the upper room, first closed the doors and windows, and then asked the waiter to fetch water, rose petals floated in the hot water, and a neat set of women's clothing was placed beside the bed. The interior was elegant and fresh, and the green bamboos on the screen were lifelike.

Yan Xiaoyu hugged the urn and looked at everything in amazement. The man bent down to arrange the toiletries. She looked east and west, and then poked the man's back with her finger. The man looked back at her, and she showed a smile that captivated all living beings.

"I like Xiao Ninglan..." Yan Xiaoyu tilted her head and smiled at the man.

The man nodded, his face behind the veil showed a slightly painful look, he reached out to take the jar from Yan Xiaoyu's hand, Yan Xiaoyu screamed and backed away, looking at the man hostilely.

The man raised his head, let out a breath behind the veil, and then helped her untie her belt. Yan Xiaoyu stared blankly at his movements until she stood in front of him naked.

The fire in the room was blazing, Yan Xiaoyu shivered coldly, she looked at the man with a wound all over her face, the man's actions were not profane at all, he just gently pulled her, and then let her sit in the water.

Yan Xiaoyu held the ashes urn with both hands, and let the urn rest on the edge of the bathtub, she tilted her head and looked at the man.

The man put down her messy bun, the already knotted hair was tangled together, he gently combed it with five fingers, Yan Xiaoyu just looked at him motionless, her eyes turned around.

When he brushed the water on her Ruyu's shoulders, she suddenly lifted his veil, Yan Xiaoyu giggled, seeing his handsome face, the man froze there.

This is a very good-looking face. The features are ordinary, but together they have an indescribable beauty. It seems that this person is born a handsome man. Although his current sharpness is restrained, there are thorns growing in the dark. Prepare to explode.

For some reason, Yan Xiaoyu showed disappointment on her face. She puffed up her mouth without concealing it, frowned and said, "You are not as good-looking as Xiao Ninglan. He is the most beautiful person I have ever seen!"

The man's expression was slightly stagnant, and he simply took off the bamboo hat. He rolled up his sleeves and began to help Yan Xiaoyu take a bath. It was snowing outside in the cold winter, and the room was warm as spring. Yan Xiaoyu hugged the jar and babbled and sang.

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In the palace, Yun Ziyou looked at the body of the woman on the dragon couch. The woman seemed to be sleeping soundly, with picturesque eyebrows, and the scars on her face and neck had faded a lot under the care of the maid.

Although her limbs were soft and the scars on her body had healed, she showed no sign of waking up. Yun Ziyou lay beside the woman and sighed softly, "Xiaoyu, where are you?"

"Do you want to know where she is? Let me tell you..." A cold voice came from the luxurious hall, and then the door was pushed open, and a handsome man walked in.

Yun Ziyou frowned, and looked at Xiao Linfeng playfully. Xiao Linfeng unfolded a note in his hand, and the note danced and trembled between his fingers, "I got this note in the room of Yan Xiaoyu's personal maid, Aya. .”

"State your conditions!" Yun Ziyou cut to the point.

"I want you to play a play with me at the enthronement ceremony!" Xiao Linfeng smiled, and Lanzhi stood at the door like a jade tree.

Yun Ziyou raised the corners of his mouth, a demonic smile appeared on his handsome face, he nodded, "I know what you want, don't worry, I will automatically resign at your enthronement ceremony, Prince Rui's mansion should have disappeared In Xiliang!"

Xiao Linfeng nodded and smiled, "He who knows current affairs is a hero!"

Yun Ziyou watched Xiao Linfeng leave, held Yan Xiaoyu's hand and smiled lowly, "Xiaoyu, no wonder you don't like the imperial palace, the two brothers of the Xiao family are so funny, they actually robbed Yan Xiaoyu of the throne for the sake of a cage-like emperor. You die, Xiaoyu, if you are not dead, when he ascends the throne and tell me where you are, I will look for you, and we will wander the world, okay?"

The woman on the bed still didn't speak, just lay there motionless, Yun Ziyou rubbed her hands until she was no longer as cold as before, he looked at her cheek with a complicated expression, "Xiaoyu, I thought about it Now, you have to forgive others and forgive others, Wei family, we will not deal with it, leave the country to Xiao Linfeng, now Xiao Ninglan is also dead, wait for me to rescue you with the blood tree, you forget everything in the past, we will be good Live, never part again!"

In the Luanfeng Palace, Wei Yifang finally no longer had to be forced to drink medicine. She looked at the man who entered the door with a dull expression. He was dressed in white and snow-skinned. Can you come in here?"

Yun Ziyou frowned, and looked at her with pity. The once peerless woman, at such a young age, was tortured in the palace to the point of withering. He said indifferently, "Yifang, don't you even recognize me?" ?”

Wei Yifang's eyes were empty, he stared at Yun Ziyou in a daze for a while, and then tentatively said, "Ziyou, you are Ziyou."

Yun Ziyou nodded, "It's me."

"Ziyou, can you take me away? I don't want to drink any more medicine, I don't want to stay alone in the cold palace anymore, and I don't want to be a queen anymore..." Wei Yifang got up and staggered towards Yun Ziyou. The whole person is thin and skinny, but under this gloomy palace, he looks like a ghost.

Yun Ziyou didn't avoid her, and let her grab her clothes, "You're leaving here soon, and you don't need to drink medicine anymore, and you won't be a queen either!"

Wei Yifang grabbed Yun Ziyou's clothes, she was as old as a 40-year-old woman, she looked at him with dull eyes, and after a while, she whispered, "Why, Ning Lan finally remembered me Is it? He finally, doesn't hate me anymore?"

(End of this chapter)