"Murong, I said you don't have to work so hard, and I won't blame you."
Gu Yilan looked at the statue indifferently, frowning slightly.
Murong walked forward, stood half a step back from him, and said softly: "Husband, we have been husband and wife for such a long time, why are you still so separated from me?"
She looked at the statue in awe: "My ancestors may not be happy if they see that you don't take care of your body. Your Majesty, the prince, the people, and the family are all still counting on you."
Gu Yilan sighed helplessly, turned around, held her hand and said, "Let's go."
Murong lowered her head and raised the corners of her lips proudly, her voice still extremely gentle: "Husband, I haven't returned to my parents' home for a long time..."
Gu Yilan said: "I'll go tomorrow. If you want to stay a few more days, then stay a few more days. Everything is fine here, don't worry."
"Yilan, you are so kind."
Murong hugged his arm tightly and leaned her head gently on him. Her eyes swept across the dim hall coldly, showing a bit of sternness.
That damn crow is not here, so he might be hanging out with that shameless little slut Jixiang!
The long stairs seem to have no end, and the wind and snow seem to never stop.
After Murong went down two steps, she screamed and slipped forward.
Gu Yilan quickly supported her, hugged her tightly and walked down.
Murong nestled in his arms like a human being, her happiness beyond words: "Husband, you are so kind. I feel like I am in a dream. I still can't believe that I am your wife."
Gu Yilan raised the corners of her lips and showed a faint smile: "You are not dreaming, you are indeed my wife."
Murong said: "But I have been married to you for so long, and I have never been able to get pregnant. I always feel sorry for you. I carefully selected several girls, who are beautiful, clean, and have the best temperament. You
Do you want to..."
Gu Yilan stopped smiling: "I have said many times that you don't need to do this. You can just take good care of yourself and take care of the housework."
Murong choked and said: "But I..."
Gu Yilan pressed her cold fingers on her lips, and held her arms tighter.
Murong stopped making any sound and leaned against him quietly, with a successful smile on her lips.
Tonight, he would never leave her alone to meditate or something, right?
The second cousin could give birth to Gu Fengyuan, why couldn't she?
Gu Yilan suddenly stopped and turned her head to look behind her.
In the snow, under the high sky, a white figure stood quietly at the end of the steps, watching their group of people quietly.
It was too far away, so he couldn't see the person's features clearly, but he recognized his outstanding grace.
It was Gu Fenglin, the child born between his eldest brother and that man.
Monster, ominous, born with sins that are not tolerated by the world.
Gu Fenglin has been back for a long time, but he has never been able to see this child.
Without warning, Gu Yilan let go of Murong without hesitation, turned around and strode up the stairs.
Murong was caught off guard, her foot slipped, and she fell to the ground, clutching her ankle and moaning in pain.
Gu Yilan turned a deaf ear and walked slowly to Gu Fenglin and looked directly at him: "Alin, I finally see you."
It is rare for an uncle and a nephew to have the same beautiful appearance, although they are about the same age and height.
It's just that Gu Fenglin's eyebrows and eyes always contain a bit of warmth, but Gu Yilan's face is only frosty and cold. (To be continued)