Daughter not a concubine: black-bellied arrogant killer concubine

He seems to recall the scene of the year. "

"You used illusion to create the current person, replacing Yan Zhi's position." Yun Sheng said.

Sheng Ruoli nodded: "Yes."

Yun Sheng didn't feel too much emotion or sadness, but sighed: "This illusion is really a good thing."

Sheng Ruoli smiled noncommittally.

But Yun Sheng changed his mind and thought again, if the current Yan family sees "Yan Zhi" in such a showy appearance, would they wish that he really didn't come back, and it's pure if they don't see it.

But in any case, these were not issues that Yun Sheng needed to consider.

When the two returned to the city, the city gate was about to close.

The streets and alleys that were bustling during the day are now quiet.

There was only the sound of the horseshoes of the two of them, stepping on the bluestone road, as if knocking on the heartstrings of a dreamer.

Occasionally, when a gust of night wind blows, the wind lanterns hanging in front of those high-rise houses will sway from side to side with the wind.

In such a silent night, it seemed extraordinarily lonely.

Yun Sheng suddenly remembered that on the day of Master Bai’s funeral, it was still dark, and the streets and alleys of Chang’an City were as quiet as it was at that time. where to go.

After Yun Sheng entered the city, he was a little silent all the way.

At the back door of the Green Valley Tea Garden, the two got off their horses.

The maidservant in green was holding a lantern and was waiting at the door, when she saw the two of them coming back, she bowed respectfully.

Yun Sheng saw that the green-clothed maid seemed to have something to say to Sheng Ruoli, so he turned around and said to Sheng Ruoli, "I'm going back to rest first."

Sheng Ruoli didn't say much, but when Yun Sheng turned around and was about to leave, he suddenly asked, "Are you...how are you today?"

Yun Sheng nodded with a smile: "Some things become numb after hearing too much. I'm fine, don't worry."

Sheng Ruoli looked at Yun Sheng and seemed to want to say something, but in the end he just nodded slightly and said: "Take a good rest."

At the small banquet today, when he heard those people talking about the Bai family, Sheng Ruoli noticed Yun Sheng's slightly depressed expression.

Such a tragic past, talking about it with relish in other people's mouths, seems to be talking about a real drama that happened in front of you.

But Yun Sheng is actually the protagonist in the play, and he is the one who has been talked about the most and endured the most.

It's like a bruised and bruised person is trying his best to heal and cover up his wounds, so that he looks no different from ordinary people.

But when he was caught off guard, those wounds were torn open by everyone one by one.He couldn't fight back at all.I can only let the blood flow into my heart.

The pain was unbearable, but the face was still like a spring breeze, pretending to be nothing.

Sheng Ruoli looked at Yun Sheng's thin back alone, and walked away steadily.

He couldn't help but wonder how much power existed in such a small body.

What a strong heart it is.

Early the next morning, Yun Sheng received a letter from Chang'an.

The familiar and elegant handwriting was naturally written by the fourth prince Wuyou.

Sheng Ruoli looked at Yun Sheng with a smile on his face and looked at his husband's letter with a smile.

When Yun Sheng put away the letter paper, Sheng Ruoli teased a few words: "Yesterday I was depressed, but today it's just a letter, so I'm full of joy. Sure enough, women are fickle."