The author and protagonist HE [Transmigration Book]

"...The truth?"

"Of course we can't make an analogy like that, but to the royal father, the queen mother is the most important person." The princess said, "I can't find a more suitable example to make her understand."

What this means is...

Xiao Muyu slightly widened his eyes.

"Do you understand now--"

The princess moved closer to her face, her deep eyes were full of oppression, the slightest trance was fleeting, leaving only the obsession hidden in the depths clearly visible.

"No matter what happens, no matter who you are, you can't take you away from me."

Cold fingertips caressed Xiao Muyu's side face, forcing her to raise her head and meet the princess' eyes.

It was only at this moment that Xiao Muyu really saw what was in the eyes of the princess - there was nothing at the end, like a broken void, only the patchwork of crazy obsessions, it was shocking to watch.

Paranoid lunatic.

Xiao Muyu woke up with a jolt, only feeling a chill run down her spine, her instinct kept clamoring to send out danger signals, reminding her to get out of the way.

At a certain moment, she even felt that the princess was far more dangerous than the national teacher and the old emperor——

She wants to drag herself into hell.

Xiao Muyu took a step back, and the princess grabbed her wrist tightly, so hard that she didn't need to look to know that there must be a circle of bruises on her wrist.

The princess looked at her without blinking, her cold expression remained unchanged, as if she was saying "Are you going to run away?"

Xiao Muyu stopped abruptly.

The inexplicable atmosphere of the confrontation between the two made others dare not speak out. They obviously didn't say anything, but they seemed to have talked from the origin of the world to the extinction of human beings.

And there is a tendency to continue such a stalemate.

Standing aside, Pei Qiuyue always felt that she was a bit redundant.

"Princess……"

Seeing the nearby maids lowering their heads and not daring to vent their anger, Pei Qiuyue coughed hard a few times, trying to draw back the attention of the two people who looked like no one else.

"It's getting dark." Pei Qiuyue considered her tone, "Princess and Saintess, let's go in and have a cup of hot tea."

Grasping the moment of peace, Xiao Muyu nodded hastily, and turned back to look at the princess.

The princess let go, Xiao Muyu glanced at her face, not sure if she really returned to normal, but still seized the opportunity to follow the maid into the house.

Pei Qiuyue took a step behind, walked up to the princess, and continued to ask about the situation in a low voice.

"Did Your Royal Highness quarrel with the Holy Maiden?"

"No."

"Your Majesty made things difficult for you?"

"No."

"Is that where the imperial concubine is?"

"Didn't see her."

"Then why..."

Pei Qiuyue hesitated to speak, and for a moment didn't know whether to attribute the confrontation just a moment ago to awkwardness, and felt that the invisible repulsion they showed when they stood together was also incomprehensible.

The princess looked down at her hand, was silent for a moment, and said perfunctorily: "It's not an important matter."

These words fell into Pei Qiuyue's ears, which meant "it has nothing to do with you".

The princess passed her and walked into the room, took the hot tea offered by the maid, and sat down beside Xiao Muyu.

Xiao Muyu deliberately avoided the sight of the people around her, looked at the sky and the ground, but refused to look directly at the people next to her, and inadvertently raised her head to meet Pei Qiuyue who was outside.

Pei Qiuyue looked complicated.

Xiao Muyu always felt that in her eyes she blamed herself for spoiling the princess.

She touched her nose, and chose to count the lines on the ground with her head down.

This might be called escapism.

At the same time, in the old emperor's bedroom.

The noble concubine came to visit the old emperor, and after a few gossips, it naturally transitioned to the princess's marriage.

"The saint is nothing but an empty bag, except for a face that can barely be seen, the rest is useless, not to mention the attitude of the temple is not clear, how can such a person be left in the palace!"

When mentioning the temple and the saint, the imperial concubine was filled with righteous indignation.

This is not the first time she mentioned this matter in front of the old emperor, but the princess didn't mention it, and she could only remind it in a side-effect way before.

Now that the princess has just left, the imperial concubine can express her dissatisfaction openly.

"Princess will be the monarch of Xuefu Kingdom in the future, so He Dehe Neng, a mere saint, is not qualified to be a concubine."

"How can the empress's only blood be defiled by a lowly servant girl!"

"Besides, Her Majesty the Princess has always been a person who understands the general situation. How could she be so persistent in this matter? It must be that the holy maiden used some kind of demonic method. Do you want to watch the princess fall into the fire pit just by your eyes, Your Majesty?"

The old emperor closed his eyes and listened to the concubine's complaints.

He was not that kind to the imperial concubine—to be precise, he was not a kind person to anyone other than the princess.

But he frowned, and he was not angry at what the concubine said. Obviously, he still had complaints about the princess's desire to marry the saint.

"Since Xue'er likes it..." The old emperor was silent for a moment, then said, "Then let her go."

"Your Majesty!" the imperial concubine exclaimed, frowning.

"What are you in a hurry for?" The old emperor raised his hand to signal her to be quiet, and his tone was calm, "There is still half a month before the wedding, what changes are unknown, maybe Xue'er will regret it by then."

The imperial concubine paused, and quickly thought about it: "You mean..."

The old emperor closed his eyes and ordered: "Don't tell the news about Xue'er's marriage."

The imperial concubine raised her eyebrows, and her voice unconsciously carried a bit of joy: "Yes, Your Majesty."

"Ha chirp-"

Xiao Muyu sneezed.

The princess glanced over immediately: "Is it cold?"

Xiao Muyu wrapped the quilt tightly around her body, and shook her head vigorously.

Now it was getting dark outside, and she and the princess were sitting on the verandah on the other side of the garden—she sat down first, and the princess followed.

The others had all retreated, and the originally not-so-big room seemed empty when only two people could be accommodated.

It was really cold outside, and the blades of grass were all wilted by the leaking frost and drooped pitifully.

But Xiao Muyu has long been used to the temperature here, it is a bit cold, but it is still within the acceptable range.

She felt more like someone was talking behind her back.

But she has no relatives or reasons in this world, who else would miss her?

Only those who want to use her, or want to kill her are left.

In a sense, she is quite popular.

Xiao Muyu was so cold by the cold joke in her head, she couldn't help shivering.

Then she fell into a cold embrace.

The princess sat on the ground with her, abandoning the etiquette engraved in her bones, she opened her coat and embraced Xiao Muyu.

Fortunately, Pei Qiuyue was not there.

This was Xiao Muyu's first reaction—otherwise, seeing the princess like this, he might blame herself again.

The embrace of the princess is colder than the wind and snow outside.

Xiao Muyu realized this later.

The princess is born with a cold body, coupled with the extremely cold cultivation method, her body temperature is much lower than that of ordinary people. If it only appears in the hot summer, it must be the most popular natural air conditioner, but it may cause her cognition to be a little bit like this since she was a child. deviation.

Xiao Muyu held back this rant, fearing that the princess would react in anger and beat her up.

Anyway, after getting used to it, I don't feel any discomfort in this cold embrace.

"The scenery here is good."

Xiao Muyu was stunned for a moment before realizing that the princess was probably talking to herself.

The moonlight was gentle, and the princess's profile softened a little.

Xiao Muyu's heart relaxed.

"Ah... um."

"Do you like it?" The princess looked up at the starry sky.

She remembered that in that dream, Xiao Muyu was often like this, sitting alone in the field late at night, facing the hunting evening wind, looking up at the boundless starry sky.

At that time, she was full of irritability and didn't think the starry sky was so beautiful, so she just looked at that person.

Things change and the stars move, and when she can calm down, she will just stare at the night sky numbly.

The sky is dotted with stars, and the entire sky is a canvas, dyed into the world's most extensive and monotonous scroll.

I can feel the magnificent beauty, but it is more like a void in my heart that cannot be filled.

Empty and far away.

It's like the people around you are close at hand, but they are still like sand, and you can't hold it no matter how hard you try.

"I can't say whether I like it or not..." Xiao Muyu followed her gaze, "It's just very beautiful, and..." There was almost no change.

This is a rare landscape that is not affected by the end of the world.

No matter how far you go or how strange you go, there is still one thing that is almost eternal to accompany you in the distance.

This feeling is not bad.

Before Xiao Muyu finished speaking, she felt a weight on her leg.

The princess lay in her arms, her eyes half closed, she didn't know if she was sleepy, but her gaze was still facing the starry sky outside.

"..." Xiao Muyu was speechless for a while, always feeling that today's princess has broken through her cognition.

Is it touching the scene?

Or where was it stimulated today?

Xiao Muyu didn't dare to move or speak, and could only think desperately about what happened today, while obediently acting as the princess's humanoid pillow.

"It's so warm..."

Xiao Muyu was distracted, not sure if she really heard such a murmur.

When she looked down, the princess had already closed her eyes, as if she was about to fall asleep like this.

Hey……

Xiao Muyu opened his mouth, but swallowed back the words of complaint.

The two of them maintained this awkward posture for a long time, and finally reached the point when Xiao Muyu couldn't hold it anymore.

Maybe the princess is asleep.

Xiao Muyu quietly moved her numb legs, wanting to sneak out.

However, just after a little movement, a hand stretched out and grabbed her wrist forcefully, just pressing on the previous bruise.

"hiss--"

Xiao Muyu frowned, lowered her head, and saw the princess turned her head and looked up at her with confused eyes.

Perhaps it was the moonlight's prank, which actually revealed a sense of fragility in those cold jewel-like eyes.

The voice was low and hoarse, with a softness that had just woken up, like a wronged child.

"Are you leaving me again?"

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感谢在2020-12-0622:14:30~2020-12-0720:48:46期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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