To catch a thief, to catch a phoenix first

Almost subconsciously, Shi Xianyu slowly brought a handful of snow closer to his heart, trying to cool down his restless heart.In the past, it was colder than snow; now, it is hotter than magma.

Snow water flowed away quietly between the fingers.

The heart was beating wildly disobediently, and the lips as delicate as petals parted lightly: "The shopkeeper, call me Shaoyang."

"Shaoyang, is that your nickname? It sounds like a boy's name. Let me call you Yangyang, okay?"

His mind was disconnected in an instant.

Brother Sanhuang, who was eight years older than her, never called her by her real name, but called her "Yangyang".After her mother passed away, her father also began to call her "Yangyang".

In her vague childhood memory, there is indeed a little bit of memory about her mother. In the past, the people who would call her "Yang Yang" were all her blood relatives.

It is said that when naming her, the father and the queen argued with each other, and in the end, according to the father's wishes, they abandoned the name that sounded like a boy, and named her Xianyu instead, and Shaoyang became a nickname.

After the mother's death, the father regretted that he did not give in more softly at the beginning. From then on, he only called her Yangyang, treated her very well in everything, and even handed over the throne to her, thinking that as long as this is the case, all regrets can be made up for.

How can the world come back.

She has nothing but the throne.

What branch to rely on, what wood to rely on?

"Yangyang, I'll call you Yangyang later, it's getting late, go back to your room to take a bath earlier."

The sky is full of rosy clouds, which is a rare beauty in early spring, but it also means that night is coming.Wen Wanmeng was worried that the two of them were sweating all over, if they didn't take a bath as soon as possible, they might catch the cold and be in big trouble.

The long and slender fingers are intertwined, and the warm and soft touch has become a treasure in the palm.She took her hand, stepped on the snow, and did not forget to turn her head and said: "I don't know how thick this snow is, Yang Yang, don't jump around."

In a good mood, Shi Xianyu also obediently followed her, his feet followed her footprints step by step, probably due to the difference in leg length, one walked fast and the other walked slowly, it was quite difficult to follow.

"Shopkeeper, walk slowly, I can't keep up."

To be honest, Shi Xianyu doesn't have the slightest sense of belonging to the name Bai Dingxiang, and doesn't even like this tacky name.

She is very happy to be able to call her Yangyang.

Getting used to walking alone, Wen Wanmeng forgot to accommodate the other party for a moment, and hurriedly stopped, her clear peach blossom eyes glowing with warmth: "I am negligent, or I let you go and let you go alone."

He said that he was about to let go of his hand, so anxious that Shi Xianyu quickly held her slender knuckles and said angrily: "Don't let go, you walk slowly, I can follow."

The two walked the path silently, the backyard was not too far from the front yard, but walking quietly in the snow made them feel as if they were going to go to the end of the world.

What about different ways?You just have to go slower and I can follow.No matter how long the road is, how long it takes, we can walk together, maybe, we will really go to the end of time.

After a long time, Shi Xianyu suddenly felt melancholy and broke the silence: "This winter in the capital is really cold."

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she already regretted it—what a corny starter!

Hearing that she said it was cold, Wen Wanmeng held her little hand in his backhand and stroked it gently, as if wanting to give her some warmth: "It's not too cold."

What is cold is the human heart.

……

The gag days continued.

Until the beginning of February, Shi Xianyu was sitting on a swing in the backyard, swinging back and forth, her legs could be seen dangling in the air through her skirt.What's funny is that the little girl on the swing leaned her head on the hemp rope in a daze.

Due to the concealment of her identity, it is inconvenient for her to move around in order to prevent the news from leaking.A few days ago, she asked Xiao Gao to help deliver a letter to Master Wu of Bailu Academy.

Mrs. Wu is a spy she arranged for at White Deer Academy, after he reads the letter, he will understand what she means, and he will convey the matter to his confidants, the shadow guards, and arrange for them to take her back to the palace someday, there must be no fanfare.

After counting, he has been living outside the palace for two months. Born in the emperor's family, he has understood since he was a child that he should not trust people casually, otherwise it would be equivalent to sending his head to the enemy.

These days in Yipinlou were probably the most relaxing time in her life, but this time was stolen from other people's identities.

The arrogance in Shi Xianyu's bones is not comparable to others, and at the same time, she is not a sentimental and romantic person.

Since staying in Yipin Building, you can't find out the person behind Tianji Mansion, which is of no benefit to Ba Ye, so it's useless to hang on to it.

Indecisiveness leads to disaster.

"Yangyang."

Under the moonlight, that person was as cold as a fairy in the Moon Palace. It turned out that it was the season when the ice and snow melted, but it was a pity that she could no longer accompany her to see the peach blossoms.

The toes lightly touched the ground, stopping the swinging swing.Shi Xianyu looked at her, watching her walking step by step, but there was a smile on his lips.

Even if it's a smirk.

"It's time, I'll send someone to deliver some snacks to the room, you come and have a taste, and go back to sleep after you've tasted it."

"it is good."

It's really boring, when Wen Wanmeng comes, he wants to drive her to sleep, eat and drink all day, or else it's just like that, drive her back to bed as soon as possible.

But she obediently responded, jumped to the ground, and walked quickly to the side of the iceberg beauty. She was so delicate: "Mung bean dumpling? Carrot cake? Osmanthus cake? What kind of cake is it today?"

Seems to be used to this kind of life.

Hearing that Shi Xianyu was the first to mention mung bean cake, he knew that this girl wanted to eat mung bean cake most.Wen Wanmeng chuckled, rubbed the hair on the forehead of the foodie beside her, saw her face stretched out, and immediately straightened her hair again.

The little hand in the palm was so cold that it made people frown unconsciously: "Mung bean cake is cold in nature, so it's not suitable to eat more. Today, a cook has prepared a thousand-layer cake."

"Okay! Let's go back to sleep after eating."

Although she answered straightforwardly, as usual, Wen Wanmeng always felt lost, her heart was shrouded in dark clouds, and it was hard to be happy: "The ground is slippery, don't walk too fast, it's easy to slip."

Something is leaving her.

In the room, sweetness overflows.

The weather is getting warmer and it is not appropriate to waste coal anymore. Wen Wanmeng drank some wine to warm her body and fell asleep.Only Shi Xianyu was left alone in the room, eating with gusto.

The cakes on the porcelain plate disappeared one by one, and she swallowed them all. At the end, she still didn't forget to sip the cake crumbs off her fingertips and burped.

Probably because of the loud belching, Wen Wanmeng, who was sleeping on the table, was startled awake, she wiped her eyes in a daze, and only squinted and smiled: "I accidentally fell asleep, Yangyang, comb my hair for me." How are you?"

"it is good."

Combing hair is a skill. She has been served since she was a child, and she is far less dexterous than others. She can't understand any of the various buns.

Thank goodness, fortunately, Wen Wanmeng only thinks that she is a down and out daughter, spoiled and spoiled, it is only normal that she doesn't know how to serve others.Occasionally, when I was tired, I would ask her to help comb my hair, and combing my hair was really just combing it down.

After all, her technical content is also very limited.

Wen Wanmeng got up and stretched, then sat down in front of the dressing table next to her, and pulled out the hairpin from her hair with her bare hands, her black hair poured down like a waterfall, reflecting her fairness and beauty.

The moment she put the jade hairpin on the dressing table, she narrowed her eyes again and felt sleepy.Shi Xianyu sighed silently, and took the wooden comb.

In fact, she has blue hair, soft and supple, which makes others envious, and she doesn't need to take care of it specially.Well, how did you say that?Moth eyebrows, clever smiles, and beautiful eyes.Presumably it was just the right word to describe her.

If it weren't for her sleeping appearance to ruin the scenery, ahem, I can still praise a few more words.

There was a knock on the door, and Shi Xianyu didn't bother to look back, but said, "Please come in, the door is unlocked."

The servant dressed in rough clothes lowered his head, pushed the door and entered, walked to the round table, only two steps away from the two girls, the servant still bowed his head, and said: "Young one, come and clean up the dishes."

His voice was so hoarse that he couldn't help but look sideways.

She only nodded her head slightly to signal that she understood, and Shi Xianyu ignored him. Suddenly, she glanced out of the corner of her eye and realized that there was a peach hairpin on the dressing table.

This peach hairpin is really suitable for her, but she always only wears white jade hairpin or wooden hairpin, which looks sacred or indifferent and inviolable.

Why not pull Tiangong Fairy into the mortal world?

The hand holding the hairpin was uncontrollably gesticulating on the sleeping woman's neck, she was thinking, if she stabs it all at once, there will be one less beauty in the world.

There is also one less person who calls her Yang Yang.

As long as the Heavenly Mystery Mansion is in chaos and the heroes have no leader, isn't it a way to lure out the people behind the scenes?However, she seemed reluctant to do so.

She was so kind to her who replaced someone else's identity, so good that she only wanted to leave, and never really intended to hurt her.

The boy stopped packing the porcelain dishes, stared at Shi Xianyu closely, finally gritted his teeth, and said in a low voice, "I offended you, Your Majesty."

It was too late and then it was too late, he took out a sharp knife from his sleeve, and rushed towards Wen Wanmeng, wanting to take his life!

Unexpectedly, when he was about to kill, Shi Xianyu's pupils dilated in fright, and with a cry of surprise, he subconsciously grabbed the man's wrist holding the knife with one hand, and stabbed the peach hairpin towards his chest with the other.

Warm blood was flowing on her face, and the blood stains became the gorgeous crabapple flowers on her clothes. She stared blankly at his body softening and slipping to the ground, her two lips twitched, wanting to say something.

God didn't give him this chance, and he died in an instant.

"Yangyang, this is—"

"Treasurer!"

As if the desert traveler had grasped the last straw, she tightly grabbed the man's sleeve, trembling uncontrollably: "I killed people, and I killed people without blinking..."

Man, she ain't never killed.

It's just that before he died, he called her Your Majesty, and she understood everything. Mulan had already received the letter, and she was worried about Wanmeng, so she sent someone to assassinate her.

Wen Wanmeng is a class of weak girls, she has no strength to restrain a chicken, as long as she holds a knife in her hand, she can easily kill her, so there is no need to send a master to assassinate her.

But Mulan never thought that the only person around Wen Wanmeng who could be called a master would actually stop her.

There is no other reason, just because she is reluctant, reluctant to let her die, so she can let others die.Shi Xianyu felt that it was absurd that he had lived for nothing for 15 years.

For her own changes, she was terrified and even caught off guard—the emperor handed over the power to her, hoping that she would have the imperial power in her body, so that she would not be bullied by others, and live a carefree life.

Imperial power does not only mean peace.