Ou Suiliang's question made Yi Huaiyu silent for a moment, his long back stiffened, and the hand that often held the sword to cut through the flames of war was clenched into a fist, but after a long time, he was unable to loosen it.
Licking his dry lips, Yi Huaiyu couldn't even believe that the hoarse and hateful voice came from his own mouth.
"At that time...I knew."
Intermittent memories flash past like the shadows of dancing trees. In the memories, there is the smell of wine, there is noise, there is dim light, there is someone showing gentle hands on the forehead, there is also the warm fragrance of soft jade in front of his eyes, and there is rapid breathing in his ears. He is drunk, but
With his eyes still there, he could clearly see that the person under Cheng Huan was not the Su Shiyun he longed for day and night, but the wayward daughter who sometimes made him helpless and sometimes made his heart flutter.
Even though he knew it was Sima Duran, he still did not end his ridiculous behavior.
"Have you remembered?" Seeing the sadness in Yi Huaiyu's eyes, the cold smile on Ou Suiliang's lips became more distant, "If His Highness is just greedy for temporary happiness, I can only say that this approach is worse than a beast; if Your Highness is really right
Miss Sima has been moved, so please don't hurt her again - she is far from being as strong as His Highness imagines."
The conversation that was once full of youthful passion and full of ideals and ambitions quietly disappeared at some point. Now the two of them are always arguing about a woman. This situation makes Yi Huaiyu feel regretful, and at the same time he is also sensitive to something, and he can't help but feel sad.
Taking a breath of cold air: "Suiliang, what do you mean to Tu'er——"
"It's just that I can't stand His Highness's behavior." Ou Suiliang interrupted Yi Huaiyu, and the light in his eyes dimmed again, "Master Yao treats Miss Sima as a tool to use and loves her. It is not a true family affection; although General Sima cares, he
She doesn’t understand Miss Sima, and she can’t protect her. The only person she can love now is His Highness. If His Highness hurts her without caring, how can Miss Sima survive? It’s not her fault that she was born into the Sima family.
, I hope His Highness can treat Miss Sima kindly."
He didn't say anything, but he was thinking about the other person in every word and deed. Ou Suiliang's actions had completely exposed his thoughts, and it was useless no matter how much he denied it.
"Surprises" have come one after another in the past two days, but this incident surprised Yi Huaiyu the most. He slightly raised his eyebrows and actually smiled a little: "Really, why didn't you tell me earlier? If it's Suiliang, the person you like.
, I will try my best to keep you together."
Ou Suiliang raised his head and smiled bitterly.
Together... can he and Sima Tulan still be together now?
Her heart has always been tied to Yi Huaiyu, especially now that she has a child, he can no longer enter the heart of that woman who seems to be hard but is more easily hurt than anyone else.
"I don't expect anything to happen to Miss Sima. I just hope that His Highness can treat her kindly." Looking back at the quiet side hall, Ou Suiliang lowered his voice, "His Highness clearly likes Miss Sima. In this case, isn't it natural to marry her? Maybe?
This will make Miss Su sad, but compared to Miss Sima's pain and the overall situation, this is the only way to get the best of both worlds."
"You mean, you want me to accept Yao Junxian's conditions and marry Tu'er?" Yi Huaiyu looked at Ou Suiliang blankly, his voice was so low that it was almost a whisper.
It's not like he hasn't thought about this plan. On one side is Su Shiyun, who falls in love at first sight, and on the other side is Sima Tulan, who can bring him huge benefits. If he can take both of them into his arms, will everything be possible soon? After considering everything, he gave up the idea.
It was because he couldn't bear to see Su Shiyun's disappointed look, but also partly worried that Sima Yuan and Yao Junxian would take the opportunity to suppress him.
However, this worry is of little significance now.
Yi Huaiyu suddenly concentrated and asked: "Suiliang, what do you want me to do?"
"Your Highness, you can decide for yourself. I'm tired and want to be alone."
After saying that, Ou Suiliang left alone. The slender figure of his back remained in his sight, making Yi Huaiyu lose his mind for a long time.
In the General's Mansion, which was also shrouded in huge changes, the proud laughter completely overshadowed the worry and anxiety, and the faint smell of wine revealed the good mood of the talkers and laughers. Even the severe cold in winter could not be felt.
"This child came at the right time, and at the right time! Fortunately, my marriage to that young boy from my family was delayed for three months, otherwise I would have missed this great opportunity!" Yao Junxian, who is usually calm and reserved, was extremely happy today and raised his wine glass and squinted.
His eyes were red with a hint of drunkenness, "Tu'er, you fool, I told you that you had an affair with the second prince, why should we bother with it like this? If nothing else, the next Queen of Yaoguo will be the one who holds the phoenix throne, Tu'er.
, you can’t run away either, uncle Guo, let’s see who dares to look down on the Yao family and the Sima family!”
"What my uncle said is that it would be better for Tu'er to get her wish and marry the second prince than to marry the general. Although they are both heroic young men, the second prince is what she loves after all, and Tu'er won't have any regrets if she comes to marry him."
"Yes, in a few years, when the second prince holds the imperial power and unifies the country, Tu'er's life will be complete!"
The conversation was sometimes high and sometimes low. In short, the topic did not leave Sima Tulan's marriage. It sounded like Sima Yuan and Yao Junxian had determined that Yi Huaiyu would agree to marry Sima Tulan. This small drink was just an early celebration. Because of the surrounding people
The servants were all shunned, and no one of the two people who were having a heated conversation noticed the woman sitting quietly with her knees under the window sill outside the house, nor did they hear the silent cry that was quieter than Luoxue.
For more than ten years, ever since her parents died at the hands of thieves and she became an orphan fostered in her brother's house, this small, untraveled empty space has been the place she visits most often.
There is wind and rain here, it can be cold in winter and hot in summer. It is not as clean as a small corner in the bedroom, but she is attached to it and can't live without it, because only here can she hear many secrets and face the possibility of cruelty and ruthlessness.
They say women are sensitive, isn't Sima Duran the same? She knows who is sincere and who is fake, so she doesn't want to have too much contact with her uncle, always acting alone - she knows it in her heart
She knew very well that Yao Junxian was only her blood relative, and emotionally, she was just a tool for her uncle to seek power and status.
All kinds of pampering must be rewarded, and now is the time for Yao Junxian to ask for reward, with her body, her feelings, and the unexpected child in her belly.
If Yi Huaiyu was forced to marry for such a shameless reason, would he hate her? He loved Su Shiyun so much, how could he allow a piece of dust to rub into his lover's eyes? It took a lot of effort to make up his mind not to hope so much anymore.
It took two tigers to convince myself to seriously face another silent and gentle man, but at this moment...
I want to marry, but I don’t dare to marry, I have to marry.
God always seemed to like to play tricks on her, seeing her in a desperate state until she gave up.
Smiling sadly and letting tears fall from the corners of her eyes, Sima Duran lay quietly in the snow, secretly hoping that some kind of relief would come, so that from now on she would not have to grieve for anyone in the hustle and bustle of the world, nor would she have to dwell on what she could not get.
emotion.
The snow was cold and cold, chilling my heart and lungs. I was groggy and passed by the door of the side courtyard with my peripheral vision, but I saw a familiar figure running towards me in a hurry.