Nangong Wushuang originally wanted to meet King Tuoyin, but Chu Yi only asked her before she was about to go out: "Does he really regard you as his biological daughter?"
Because of that sentence, she completely gave up the idea.
Nangong Wushuang felt that Chu Yi was right to ask. King Tuoyin had never regarded her as his own daughter in his heart. In this case, why did he need to see her again?
Her long skirt was blown up by the wind, and she looked at the patches of dark green in the distance. The rolling mountains were like green grass on the grassland, with green grass stretching to the sky and green trees stretching all over the sky.
From now on, she and Tuoyin really became strangers.
From now on, she really has no home.
Nangong Wushuang sighed softly, turned around and saw Chu Yi and Chu Yuanzhou standing behind her. She was slightly startled, Chu Yuanzhou touched his nose and said: "You guys talk slowly, I have something else to do first.
Went back."
After Chu Yuanzhou finished speaking, he left. Chu Yi was now wearing black armor and looked a bit colder than before, but the expression on his face was very light.
He said slowly: "Go home!"
After he finished speaking, he slowly stretched out his hand.
Nangong Wushuang's eyes turned red when she heard the word "home", and then she bit her lip gently. Chu Yi sighed lightly and stretched his hand closer to her. She looked at his hand.
Chu Yi's hands were both pampered and delicate, and thick from years of martial arts practice. A few calluses could be faintly seen on them.
Nangong Wushuang hesitated, but finally slowly stretched out her hand. When Chu Yi saw her look, the corners of his mouth curved upward slightly, and then he pulled her hand over.
He pulled a little too hard this time, and she almost fell into his arms, but he reached out in time to hold her up. She raised her eyes slightly, and when she looked at him with those sapphire eyes, she saw a faint smile on his face.
With a smile, she blinked her eyes unconsciously.
Chu Yi had turned his head, held her hand and walked forward.
Chu Yi stopped talking, and Nangong Wushuang didn't ask any more questions. She suddenly felt that being held by Chu Yi's hand made her feel very warm and at ease.
The horse was tied at the foot of the mountain. Chu Yi picked her up on the horse's back and rode back to Prince Jing's Mansion.
Many years later, when Nangong Wushuang thought about the scene of that day again, she felt that it was the happiest journey in her life. Such Chu Yi, with a cold face and a warm heart, was actually very cute.
But at this time, she still felt a little hurt in her heart, and there was a distance that was neither far nor close between her and him.
Those days were like green onions, as white as snow, as green as green, and as tender as if you could pinch water out of them.
Time flies, and three years pass in a flash.
In the capital, secret fighting continued, and the emperor's health became worse day by day. He lingered on the bed all day long, and his body became heavier and heavier. At first, he only had a cough, but he could still handle matters in the court, and then his illness became more and more serious.
The imperial doctor told the emperor to take a good rest and not to work too hard. It was better to leave political affairs to the princes.
After hearing the imperial doctor's instructions, the emperor knew that sooner or later he would drive to the west, and he felt a little sad. He looked at the overt and covert fighting among the princes, and was secretly worried.
In the past three years, the emperor used many methods to calm the conflicts between several princes, but things did not go as planned. The more he tried to mediate, the more intense the conflicts became. There was a faint tension between Chu Mo and Chu Shu.
There is a tendency for water and fire to be incompatible.