In a few days it will be the Lantern Festival. After the Lantern Festival, the Chinese New Year will come to an end.
Leng Changxi counted her fingers and found that it had been ten days since she entered the palace. Every day, Zhao Yuan could not help but visit her, sit quietly for a while, or find some topic to chat with.
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The indifference between the two of them was gradually widened by Leng Changxi, while Zhao Yuan could only watch helplessly, drinking the bitter water of sadness alone out of her sight.
Winter is coming to an end, and early spring has emerged. Although the weather is still cool and cold, the bright sunshine that shines from time to time brings a bit of warmth.
Early that morning, Leng Changxi opened the window and saw the genial sunshine. It was so warm that she had the urge to bathe in it.
Under Lingshan's care, she moved the soft couch to the bamboo forest as she wished.
The dappled sunlight shines on the ground through the sparse bamboo forest, like soybeans filtered through a sieve, one by one, golden.
The sunshine shines on Leng Changxi's face, bit by bit, with a warmth that can burn people's hearts. How long has it been since this feeling? It seems that since losing Chen Shaoxuan, Leng Changxi's heart has been
It's frozen. In addition to endless darkness, there is boundless despair.
Leng Changxi lay on the soft couch and looked up to see the bright sunshine covered by the thin bamboo leaves. It was just that the sun was shining brightly, but it could not shine into her heart. Because it could rescue her from the ice.
That ray of sunshine disappeared.
Leng Changxi slowly closed her eyes, a hint of despair and sadness quietly creeping into the corners of her eyes.
When Zhao Yuan walked into the forest, this was what he saw.
His heart ached crazily. He didn't expect Leng Changxi to be so sad. The despair that seemed like sinking into an infinite abyss had also appeared on his face. Zhao Yuan knew how painful such despair was, and he seemed to
She was rescued from that abyss. But he was unwilling, because if he rescued Leng Changxi, he would have to pay for it himself!
He couldn't bear the pain of losing her again. That kind of fear was more terrifying than letting him face death. It was something he didn't want to face in his whole life.
Therefore, Zhao Yuan could only choose to turn a blind eye, pretend to smile, walked to Leng Changxi, and called her softly in a cautious tone: "Little Bao'er, why are you lying down? Don't catch a cold."
Hearing the sound, Leng Changxi slowly opened her eyes, with a frosty look on her face to freeze the sadness in her eyes.
She put on the mask of alienation, with a polite smile on her lips, nodded gently towards Zhao Yuan and said: "Master Yuan, you are here again."
Zhao Yuan's heart was stabbed hard again by Leng Changxi's unfamiliar name. When he saw her treating him so alienated and rationally, Zhao Yuan wished she could hate him, punch and kick him, and
Scold him harshly instead of treating him politely like a stranger.
"Xiao Bao'er, I would rather you hate me than be so polite to me." Zhao Yuan's voice was full of humility and pleading.
However, Leng Changxi just smiled indifferently, shook her head gently and said, "Master Yuan, hate is also a kind of emotion. It would be too wasteful to use it on you."
Such an understatement, but it cut Zhao Yuan's heart hard when he said it.
Because Leng Changxi said what he was most afraid of so plainly.
Zhao Yuan took a deep breath, slowly lowered his eyebrows, and suppressed the sadness in his eyes.
He sat next to Leng Changxi's soft couch, adjusted his mind a little, took out a piece of beautiful jade from his arms with a forced smile, and changed the topic: "Little Bao'er, this is the jade pendant given by my father this morning. I looked at it.
It looks good, so I sent it to you."
Zhao Yuan handed the jade pendant to Leng Changxi in a flattering manner.
But Leng Changxi just glanced at Feng Qingyun and did not reach out to pick it up.
Seeing this, the little bit of hope in Zhao Yuan's eyes was gradually replaced by a wry smile.
Just when he didn't know whether to continue to reach out and wait, or to take back the jade pendant, Leng Changxi suddenly said: "Master Yuan, you always send things to me, have you forgotten that you still have a wife?"
This sentence sounds a bit ironic, but more of an unpredictable thought.
Zhao Yuan frowned when Leng Changxi suddenly mentioned Guo Wanrou, and her face turned cold: "In my heart, you are the only one who is my wife, no one else has that qualification."
Hearing this, Leng Changxi suddenly raised the corners of her lips and smiled slowly. Just when Zhao Yuan was a little confused, Leng Changxi reached out and took the jade pendant in his hand: "Thank you, Mr. Yuan, for your love."
Looking at Leng Changxi's movements, Zhao Yuan's face was filled with a cheerful smile.
In fact, as long as Leng Changxi looked at her from time to time, Zhao Yuan was already content.
"Little Bao'er, your smile is so beautiful..." Zhao Yuan couldn't help but froze when he saw Leng Changxi's rare smile, and unconsciously stretched his hand towards her face.
However, before Zhao Yuan's fingers touched Leng Changxi's face, Leng Changxi had already opened her head.
When Zhao Yuan saw this, he smiled bitterly, slowly put his hands into his sleeves, and held them tightly.
"Master Yuan, it's been ten days. I wonder when you can help clean up my child's injustice?" Leng Changxi played with the jade pendant in her hand unhurriedly, and suddenly changed the topic to finding the murderer.
When Zhao Yuan heard this, he frowned quietly, and a strange color flashed across his eyes.
Then, he raised his head, looked at Leng Changxi with a hint of apologetic eyes, and said: "Xiao Bao'er, I have sent people to investigate the matter you mentioned, but it just takes some time. Because those people did not stay
There are clues, and it’s been so long, so it’s a bit more difficult.”
Leng Changxi listened to Zhao Yuan's words and looked deeply into his eyes, trying to find some traces of cover-up. Because she didn't believe Zhao Yuan's words, not a word of it.
Judging from the evidence at hand, Zhao Yuan may have already guessed that the death of King Xi was related to Guo Wanrou. In this case, how could he not guess that the death of his child might also be related to Guo Wanrou? The murderer was right in front of him, but he kept coming over and over again.
He tried to shirk the direction of the investigation. I really don’t know what his intentions were.
Maybe Zhao Yuan is afraid of the power of the Guo family, maybe Zhao Yuan wants to rely on the support of the Guo family, or maybe he wants the child in Guo Wanrou's belly, but no matter which excuse, it won't change. He plans to sacrifice her for his ambition.
The facts about the father and the child.
Maybe King Xi knew something secretly and would praise his actions, but she, Leng Changxi, would not!
After testing again, the results were still disappointing. Leng Changxi secretly took a deep breath and gained some clarity in her mind.
Zhao Yuan, don’t blame me for not giving you a chance, it’s because you don’t know how to cherish it!