The concubine's concubine smiled charmingly, and the villain king would not hesitate to tease h

If you don't hide, don't hide!

"I can't sleep, and I can't do anything else, I can only do something that I know how to do!"

"Let me see!"

He pulled the paper over.

I didn't dislike her ugly handwriting, but she was a little displeased with her copying of Buddhist scriptures: "Why do you write this? If you want to practice calligraphy, I'll ask Chunsheng to find you some famous works for you, and you can copy them."

Wen Xun'er pulled out the paper and pressed it down with a paperweight: "I've said it all, I'm good at hand, write whatever you want!"

She called Chunsheng in: "If you're tired, go to bed early, I slept a lot during the day, and I'm not sleepy now!"

Xiao Jiwei looked at her.

Wen Xun'er ignored him, and continued to draw a blank sheet of paper, intending to continue writing.

Someone snatched the pen from his fingertips, and he held Wen Xun'er's hand: "Since you can't sleep, let's go for a walk, I've been in the palace for so long, and I haven't shown you the scenery in the palace yet."

Wen Xun'er wanted to refuse, but she was already outside the door.

Qiuyue fetched her cloak.

Xiao Jiwei took it, fastened the cloak for her, put the hood on her carefully, and then pulled her out.

The weather in the north is really cold, and the night is even more bitterly cold, but the cloak on my body is warm, and the whole face is wrapped in the hood, so I don't feel cold for a while.

Xiao Jiwei led her through the long palace road, the moon was hanging high in the sky, shining coldly on the earth.

"In the past, I often looked at the moon like this."

Wen Xun'er followed his gaze and looked over. The moon was hanging high and cold, and the wind was blowing. It was really not a beautiful sight on such a cold night.

She shrank her neck and looked away: "You mean when you were in Wenfu?"

Xiao Ji responded, and suddenly smiled: "A corner of the window on the west side of your Wen family's firewood house is broken, and you can just see the moon in the sky from that gap. Sometimes when you look at it, the wound doesn't seem to hurt so much. People don't feel how cold it is."

Wen Xun'er turned her head to look at his face: "It was so difficult at that time. When my father came back, why didn't you tell him that my mother and I have never treated you kindly!"

Xiao Ji's dangerous eyes paused, and the profile of his face under the moonlight was so perfect that he looked like a god.

He shook his head: "He's been back for such a short time, and it's too late to enjoy family happiness, so why should he know about these bad things? Besides, what can he do if he knows? Punish you all? Or divorce your mother? What do you think? is it possible?"

Wen Xun'er looked at him, but said nothing.

Xiao Jiwei suddenly turned his head and tightened her hand: "Besides, you are by my side now, everything in the past is not important!"

"Then what if I'm not by your side?"

Xiao Jiwei's eyes suddenly turned cold, and Wen Xun'er felt terrified of seeing him, and hurriedly shifted his gaze away: "I'm just making an analogy!"

"There is no analogy!" He held her hand with a little force, and pulled Wen Xun'er over, "In this life, you can only be with me. If you dare to escape, I will not let you go!"

He kept his voice down extremely low for the latter words, and Wen Xun'er's heart skipped a beat when she heard it, she smiled: "I said it, just as an example."

Xiao Jiwei looked at her, and put his face next to her ear: "You know, I never joke."

Wen Xun'er's face collapsed, and he broke away from his hand suddenly: "It's really hard to talk to you, for example, the atmosphere is so tense, don't leave, go back!"