Her Heartless Evil Man

He looked at me, stopped and asked, "do you really want to go?"

"Yes, I don't want to go." in fact, I can't wait to have wings and fly away from here immediately, but I can't.

"He loves you very much. It seems right to stay."

"No, he as like as two peas." I said quietly, but I do not know that my heart is full of acetic acid at this time.

"He is a fool, such a beautiful piece of jade, he should..." his words suddenly stopped. I already understood and understood the helplessness.

"Thank you." this is the only person who has told me the truth since I returned to Luoxuan Pavilion.

"If you want to leave, just play your plum blossom three lane, I will come and take you away."

"Who are you? Who are you?"

His figure suddenly floated and slowly floated out of the wall, "I'm just a person who knows how to appreciate you, I just like your piano." his words gradually disappeared in the snow. I looked at his direction and felt like walking in a fairyland on earth.

Who is he? He is a mystery, but I can't solve it.

The guards in front of the door are still standing upright in the snow. Their acupoints may not be untied until tomorrow.

Turning around, with flakes of snow, I was about to walk into the house.

"Princess." a low cry, familiar to me, made me turn back.

Not far away, under the wall, dudagura was smiling and waving to me.

Think of the note she gave me. This time, did she bring me good news?

Have you heard from my mother.

Timur, it seems that I owe him another favor.

It's just that I've been surprised. With Timur's temper, he should have come to my Luoxuan Pavilion long ago, but he didn't. He only sent a note through the beautiful woman dudagula. To tell the truth, I still feel strange.

Looking at dudagula with a faint smile in the snow, I reached out and took her to flash into my house. Her hands were cold as if she had been out for a long time.

"Come and sit on the Kang."

"Princess Xie." she sat beside me gently with Han's head.

"How long have you been here?" I asked with a smile. Her cold hand had leaked the time of her arrival.

"I haven't been listening to the princess's piano for a long time. It's really nice." Qinglang smiled, reminding me of the lotus that is not stained with mud.

"I haven't played for a long time, and my hand has been born." I held her hand and looked carefully: "you see, your hand is thin and long, which is very suitable for playing the piano."

She smiled shyly and slowly took back her hand. "The princess said and laughed. The maidservant didn't have the talent of the princess."

"I don't have any talent, but I learned something from my mother since I was a child. By the way, dudagula, are your parents from the grassland?" when I first saw her, I thought her appearance was different from that of the Mongolian woman.

"The princess is so powerful. The maidservant was originally from the kingdom of Jin." youyou said, but there was tears in her eyes.

I wanted to ask her why she came here from the kingdom of gold, but looking at the tears in her eyes, I just kept silent and didn't dare to say anything.

The past must be unforgettable, like her, more like me.

"My mother, she has news."

"I sent someone to pick it up. There should be news soon."

Dudagula's words make me feel at ease. With the participation of Li'an and Timur, I'm relieved. I think Li'an will have a way.

"Dudagula, I want to leave here once my mother gets to baruchi." I grabbed her hand and sincerely said to her. Maybe she will convey my words to Timur.

"Princess, it will take at least a month for manager Li to come and go. In addition, I have to take your mother on the way back. I don't think it's so fast. Maybe it will take a year to arrive."

I listened to her analysis, but it was not unreasonable. I was worried, "dudagula, thank you."

"I'm afraid you're worried, so I came to tell you as soon as I heard the news."

"My Luoxuan Pavilion is full of people from turdan. If the two guards hadn't been acupointd at the moment, where would you and I have the chance to sit here for a long time?" I sighed faintly.

"Princess, maybe the sweat is not as big as you think." the faint tone passed like a dragonfly.

I didn't mind her. I wouldn't blame a woman as soft as water. I just said angrily, "can he prove how much he loves me after he let me take lavender for so long?"

"Everyone has a different way of love. Maybe he is wrong, or maybe he is for you."

"Is it good for me to deprive me of my right to be a woman? He just treats me as someone else's substitute."

"Alas, the princess is worried."

"Dudagula, why do you talk to turdan?" I suddenly felt surprised. Is it my fault? Dudagula is not Timur's man.

"The princess is serious. The maid is just an outsider. She just complained about her feelings. My words are harmless to the princess and the Khan." dudagula said softly, looking at the snow outside the window.

I looked at the faint sadness between her eyebrows, or another woman tired of love.

"If you have a chance, I'll teach you to play the piano and draw."

"Thank you, princess. I know a little bit. It's too late today. Come back to the princess for advice another day." she said, and she was about to get up and leave.

I turned my mind and didn't leave her. She stayed for a long time. If she wasn't in good shape, someone would find me close to her. "It's late, be careful." I asked her with concern.

She got up and walked towards the door, but when she was about to go out, she suddenly said to me, "the white haired man is definitely not a man to be provoked. The princess should stay away from him." she said that perfect man had walked in the snow sea.

I thought to myself, who is this white haired man? Even dudagura knows him, but she doesn't tell me, and it's not convenient for me to ask her.

Many things, the more urgent it is to catch up, may be counterproductive.

But the news of dudagura makes me happy. As long as it can save my mother, it's good.

I haven't seen turdan for a long time. I think of the good time with him. If there was no incense and the woman in the painting, he and I might still quietly show our love in the Luoxuan Pavilion.

His face seemed to be in front of me, in the bed tent, full of warmth, but

I beat my head. What's the matter with me? How can I think of him for no reason? I don't want to. I try to cover my quilt and make my mind blank, but the more I count the sheep, the clearer his face is.

My heart is a little disordered, like the snowflakes outside the window.

I've never felt like this before.

That night, I didn't sleep until it was almost dawn.

That night, the white haired man came and went like a fan. I never heard from him again, but his whistling voice rang out in my heart. It was so sad.

I didn't play that plum blossom three lane song again, because he said that as long as I played that song, he would come to my Luoxuan Pavilion and take me away.

And I, without the news of my mother, I will never leave.

I have read and painted in the daytime. I have read most of the books brought from my mother's house. Reading is the best way to kill boredom and loneliness. In painting, I mostly paint the snow scenery in winter, real, memory and imagination. This snow makes my days a little more simple and quiet.

Ruoqing probably did her job every day because of my escape, so she hid in her cabin and didn't come out to see me again.

Some things cannot be changed once experienced, and some heart knots need time to be solved slowly.

But these days, I wonder that I haven't seen dudagula again. I went to ask the guard in front of the door. I only said that I was ill. The people above granted leave and came back when I was well.

There is no dudagura around me, and there is no ruoqing. All of a sudden, there is no one who can say what's on his mind.

The long night was spent with the sound of the piano.

On this day, I still took the piano as every day, sat in front of the case, let the music flow through my fingertips, and the moonlight outside the window filled the room with elegance.

At the end of the song, I played the song of Phoenix courtship played by the white haired man that day. I haven't had such elegance for a long time. I filled in the words one by one, and let the song and Piano blend into this quiet night to tell my infinite sorrow.

When I looked up in a trance, another figure stood still in front of the window. This time, he didn't disappear with my sight.

I looked at the slender figure. It seemed like Timur.

After such a long time, he finally came to see me.

I continued to play the piano and song in my hand, immersing myself in the music and thinking about how to face him.

Finally, the song was finished.

When I got up, the figure in front of the window that had not moved for a long time suddenly woke up and retreated back. Did my piano sound move him.

Timur, have you heard from my mother?

I thought, I ran to the door and pushed the door out until I saw the person standing silently in front of the window.

He turned his back to me, quietly like a ghost, which made me feel that it was just a shadow standing there.

However, I miss my mother. I don't want to play a child guessing game with him. I hurried behind him, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Timur, does my mother have news again?"

He ignored me and stood there. I suddenly smelled the wine mixed with a once familiar smell, that is, the smell of grass, thick

I'm surprised. Am I wrong? But that figure

I moved his body, but his feet seemed to be fixed on the ground. I couldn't move him no matter how hard I used my strength. I smiled: "Timur, don't be kidding, how can I scare me by pretending to be sweating." but I felt flustered in my heart.