She learned the general story from the mouth of the undead Marquis Wen. She really felt sorry for her young lady and the prince. They finally got together, so how could something like this suddenly happen again? What if she just forgot it again?
It's okay to have killed the prince, but now, we are so close to another person because of spiritual skills.
She is really worried about how painful it will be for her young lady after she remembers everything?
Yue Zirong looked at Ang Nuan coldly, with an unspeakable indifference on her evil face. Then, he opened his lips slightly and said: "I was ordered to stay by her side and will not leave. She treats me very much."
I can only accept it, whatever you want to talk to me about is useless."
His words stunned Annuan for a moment. She looked at the evil and enchanting young man in front of her. After a moment of silence, she said coldly: "Master Yue, maybe this world is a world of lies, but lies will eventually be revealed. Miss and
The prince's relationship is very good. The closer she gets to you now because of spiritual skills, the more painful it will be for her when everything returns to the original state, and the more she will hate you. Maybe there is no relationship between you and she hates you.
You, you won’t care either, but can you be sure that you won’t regret it when that day comes?”
The warm gaze moved to Zhuge Mingkong's face, gentle but with unspeakable distress.
"Human beings are not grass and trees, how can they be heartless? You face each other day and night, are you sure you won't have feelings in your heart when that day comes?"
Ang Nuan's words made Yue Zirong laugh softly, and there was an indescribable indifference on her charming and handsome face. He looked at Ang Nuan and said coldly: "The Zongzheng clan has not fallen to the opposite level.
People are sentimental in this world, so the girl's worries are really overblown."
"Besides, if I really fall in love with Zhuge Mingkong, then it will be me who regrets it, and it will only be me who will be sad. There is no need for the girl to worry about me." Yue Zirong said coldly, her words extremely ruthless.
When Ang Nuan heard this, she chuckled. There was an indescribable smile on her extremely beautiful face. She looked at Yue Zirong and said: "It's true that I don't need to worry, I'm just worried about my young lady.
.Although you are familiar with each other, you should also know her as a person. She hates others lying to her the most. The prince once lied to her and relied on hurting himself to keep her. But this method can only be used by the prince because she cares.
.And if you die in front of her, maybe she will still celebrate!"
After Ang Nuan finished speaking, he left the room.
Yue Zirong stood quietly in front of Zhuge Mingkong's couch, his eyes a little deep. Then he sat on the couch, looked at Zhuge Mingkong, and smiled coldly: "Zhuge Mingkong, you are so happy.
Many people are worried about you. I am alone, it doesn't matter even if you celebrate my death, no one will be sad anyway."
Yes, he is a person, it doesn't matter.
Zhuge Mingkong slept until three o'clock in the morning before waking up. The moment she opened her eyes, she saw the man in white lying beside the couch, and she immediately laughed: "Rong Yu..."
As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she was stunned for a moment, a little in disbelief.
The name she just called was a name she had just met yesterday. Why on earth was that?
While Zhuge Mingkong was confused, Yue Zirong had already woken up. He heard that Rong Yu voice clearly, and he didn't know why he felt a little unhappy? It was a strange feeling that made him want to beat that An Ling.
Wang Rongyu.
After a moment of silence, Zhuge Mingkong smiled slightly, and then reached out to fiddle with the messy hair on Yue Zirong's forehead. His fingers slowly touched his long eyelashes, and Zhuge Mingkong came closer and kept fidgeting with his hair.
eyelash.
Yue Zirong was speechless, why is Zhuge Mingkong so boring?
At this time, Zhuge Mingkong looked at Yue Zirong and said with a smile: "You are still pretending to be asleep, right?"
After finishing her words, Yue Zirong opened her eyes. Zhuge Mingkong immediately retracted his hand and looked at him with gentle eyes, saying: "Zirong, when I went to the Zongzheng clan, I had already passed the hairpin ceremony. We
When will you get married?"
Hearing this, Yue Zirong didn't know what to say at all. Did he really want to follow Zhuge Mingkong and marry her like this? After a moment of silence, Yue Zirong smiled faintly, with a clear and indifferent tone.
: "It will take some time, you are still young."
"Yes!" Zhuge Mingkong nodded and agreed. She was only fifteen years old. In modern times, she was just a little girl. Getting married at the age of fifteen was too scary.
His body couldn't help but tremble, and then Zhuge Mingkong smiled gently, took his hand, and said: "It's okay anyway, let's go make dumplings!"
"Okay!" Yue Zirong nodded. Although he didn't understand what she was talking about about making dumplings, he would obey her whatever she said because it was an order.
The two of them quickly arrived at the small kitchen of Shuiyue Pavilion. Zhuge Mingkong found the flour and began to make the noodles. Yue Zirong stood aside, looking at her and not knowing what to do next? At this time, he felt
It was a bit ironic, the memory Zhuge Mingkong had was of his face, but that person was never him. Now that they were together, it was just him echoing her memory.
"Zirong, hurry up and wash and chop the vegetables!"
Zhuge Mingkong's voice fell, and Yue Zirong looked around the small kitchen, then found the dishes and started to wash them. He had never done this in the Yue family, and now he collapsed in the kitchen. After washing the dishes, Yue Zirong
Place the vegetables on the cutting board and start chopping.
Using a sword is completely different from chopping vegetables. Yue Zirong looked at the vegetables he was chopping and sighed softly. It seems that he is not suitable for cooking!
"Cut it finely." Zhuge Mingkong looked at Yue Zirong chopping vegetables and smiled softly. The beautiful facial features looked extremely soft, a bit like the sunlight falling gently in winter.
Yue Zirong looked at her, and her eyes softened unconsciously. Then he looked at the vegetables on the chopping board and slowly started cutting them.
The two people were a little silent in the small kitchen, but they seemed to be extremely harmonious. At this time, a white figure stood outside the kitchen. He looked at the two people inside, and his lips were slightly raised like cherry blossoms.
It blooms, dances gracefully, and has an indescribable beauty.
After about half an hour, Zhuge Mingkong prepared the dumpling wrappers and fillings, and then began to wrap the dumplings. Yue Zirong watched her movements, then imitated her and wrapped them.
The first dumpling, Yue Zirong ended up in failure. Mo Qinghuan looked at the ugly dumplings he made, a little funny: "Zirong, you haven't done anything for a long time, that's why you are so ugly, make two more."
Just one will be fine.”
Yue Zirong continued to make dumplings, and after a few, she was very good at making them.
Two people were making dumplings inside, while Rong Yu stood outside, watching the other one standing next to Zhuge Mingkong, doing everything he had ever done.
And he, just looking at it, could only look at it.
Turning around, Rong Yu left, his steps so light that they were almost nothing.
At this time, Zhuge Mingkong's heart suddenly ached, and he couldn't help but look outside, his eyes a little absent-minded.
Why?
Why is her heart hurting so much?
Why is she feeling so uncomfortable?
With his eyes slightly lowered, Zhuge Mingkong was silent for a moment, then he laughed again and continued making dumplings.
At the same time, Rong Yu walked outside Shuiyue Pavilion, looking ahead with a somewhat absent-minded look. Lan Yu and Li Qiu had been following him, not daring to get close. What Rong Yu needed now was not them, but Zhuge Mingkong.
But Zhuge Mingkong...
In the early winter season, there is an indescribable coolness. Rong Yu, dressed in white, looks indescribably desolate and quiet.
The sky at this time was extremely gloomy, just like Rong Yu's heart, which was extremely low. When he walked to the previous life of Jinghua Tower, a white figure slowly fell down, and he stretched out his hand to catch it.
The six petals of snow slowly melted in his palms, feeling slightly cool.
Rong Yu gently raised his head, his eyes reflected the swaying figure of the falling snowflakes, and his eyes suddenly became unusually gentle. The snow fell gently on his face, and then melted, and the little bit of coolness made his heart feel slightly.
Became a little more relaxed.
At this time, a piece of snowflake fell in his eyes, and then slowly merged. He felt as if water had accumulated in his eyes, making them a little moist.
"Mingkong, it's been five years since we watched the first snow together." An indescribable smile appeared on Rong Yu's beautiful face, as calm as the wind and unparalleled in splendor, as if he was the only one between heaven and earth.
It is the only scenery and the only beauty.
Slowly spreading his hands, Rong Yu found a small and pitiful dice in his white jade-like palm, lonely and lonely.
Do you know that the red beans embedded in the exquisite dice make people miss you deeply?
Once upon a time, we missed each other and knew each other deeply.
Nowadays, there is only lovesickness left, one person misses her, one person loves her deeply, and one person knows about it.
Mingkong, I miss you so much, when will you know?
On the other side, Zhuge Mingkong in Shuiyue Pavilion took out a bowl of dumplings from the pot and handed it to Yue Zirong, and then filled another bowl for himself.
"Let's go back to the room." Zhuge Mingkong took two pairs of chopsticks and said with a smile.
When leaving the kitchen, you could see the white snow slowly falling outside. Zhuge Mingkong was stunned for a moment, then quickly put the dumplings in the room and walked out. Standing on the corridor, Zhuge Mingkong looked outside and danced gracefully.
The falling white snow made me smile.
"First snow!"
She stretched out her hand to catch the falling snow. The cool touch slowly came over her, and an indescribable loneliness came over her. Zhuge Mingkong felt a little uncomfortable, but he still laughed and put his hand outside the railing.
Then the falling white snow.
At this time, Yue Zirong came out of the room, looked at her quietly, and then took her hand.
"Come in quickly, it won't be good if you catch a cold later."
"Yeah!" Zhuge Mingkong nodded, and then laughed softly.
Sitting on the left side, she picked up her chopsticks and started eating. The smell was very fragrant and she was always used to it, but today it tasted strange for some reason, as if it had lost some important flavor.