The Lady of the Farm in the Red Mansion

The carriage pattered all the way towards the Beijing Palace. Halfway there, the sky suddenly changed. After the thunder rumbled, it suddenly rained heavily, and the temperature suddenly dropped a lot.

Xiuyan nestled in the corner of the carriage, motionless, and occasionally glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, and saw King Beijing Jing with his back straight, his eyes closed, the profile of his profile was firm and soft, and his skin was soft. Fair and clear, with black hair, he is considered one of the most handsome men in the capital.

Thinking of this, Xiuyan smiled self-deprecatingly, lowered her head and held her hand, thinking, it's already this time, and I'm still thinking about this!She hugged her knees and shrank back into the carriage.

It was almost winter, and the weather was getting colder every day. Although the carriage was luxurious, it was not warm. Xiuyan was only wearing a prison coat, so she shivered a little from the cold.

Suddenly a pair of warm hands rested on her shoulders, Xiuyan raised her head, looked at him with a pair of dark eyes in confusion, and asked deeply: "My lord, what do you want?"

Because it was too cold, there was a trembling sound in the question. If her lips had not turned white from the cold, King Beijing would really think that she was trembling because she was afraid of him.

King Beijing embraced her with a big hand, and Xiuyan fell into his arms. He squeezed her towards his chest again, stroked the top of her hair with his warm hands, and said solemnly: "You put this king in front of everyone. How could this king have the heart to let you freeze to death with so much praise! There is no stove in this carriage, so just lean on this king's chest and use this king as a stove!"

Xiuyan's face was already completely attached to his chest, and her small face was squeezed out of shape, she still raised her face stubbornly, and stared at him blankly, he was indeed good-looking, with well-defined facial features, With a handsome chin, thin lips, long eyelashes, and well-proportioned eyebrows, upon closer inspection, he looks exactly like him.

"Isn't this king very good-looking!" He suddenly said such a word that made people laugh, Xiuyan was completely awake, they looked too similar, but after all, they were two people, Li Mu would never ask such childish words.

Seeing that Xiuyan didn't answer, King Beijing asked again, as if this question was really important to him.

Maybe it was really too cold, Xiuyan squeezed her body towards King Beijing, while absorbing the warmth from his body, she praised: "Your Majesty's beauty is unparalleled in the world!"

"You woman is good at flattering horses. Although I know that this is just a compliment, I feel comfortable listening to it!"

It's really too cold, this chest is nowhere near as warm as the stove, Xiuyan didn't want to be frozen to death before seeing Li Mu come back, she squeezed him again until he was stuck against the carriage on the wall.

King Beijing Jing raised his arms, leaving his entire chest empty, but the man in his arms seemed never to be satisfied, and kept squeezing her chest, as if he wanted to squeeze his whole head into his chest cavity. It's not good, especially in front of a man who is interested in her, it's really not good for her to do so, King Jing's complexion is getting worse and worse, and finally asked angrily: "Do you know that you are not a lady like you, woman?" Behavior!"

Xiuyan smiled and said: "Since the prince calls me a woman, how can I have the behavior of a lady!"

After thinking about it carefully, King Bei Jing felt that what he said just now was indeed inconsistent.

He looked down and saw that Xiuyan's lips were blue from the cold, and asked, "Are you really cold?"

Nonsense, if you are not cold, who will get into the arms of a big man like you!Thinking this way in his heart, he didn't dare to say it out of his mouth, and only showed him a very bleak smile.

King Beijing understood, stretched out his arms to wrap her tightly in his arms, and said solemnly: "Although this king is romantic, he is not obscene. I am not taking advantage of you by hugging you!" , but how elated he was at this moment, those two rows of exceptionally white teeth and those shining eyes completely betrayed him.

"The concubine understands!" She actually called herself a concubine, and the light in his eyes brightened twice again in an instant, and he could faintly hear the beating rhythm of the heartbeat, and the cheerful rhythm could be called a happy song.

Xiuyan nestled quietly in the arms of King Beijing, but what was in her mind was another man on the other side of the sea.

Penglai Immortal Island.

The rainbow is like a beautiful arc hanging between the water and the sky. The water surface is dense, and there are waves of waves beating on the scorched rocks, and occasionally the soft singing of seabirds can be heard.

A man in white stood tall on the scorched stone, and the sea breeze blew his hair, and the strands of hair were tangled together like countless knots that could not be untied.

He stared at the sea with melancholy and empty eyes.

"Brother Mu, why are you running here again!" A female voice sounded swollen with tenderness.

I saw that the woman was petite and round, with a slightly plump face, wearing a fiery red long fur fox jacket, with a cute bun tied into her head, she looked like a fluffy red ball.

Li Mu turned his eyes and smiled lightly: "Pingting, when we can go back, I always feel empty in my heart, I must have lost something, I want to go back and get it back!"

Hearing his words, Pingting's heart trembled, her red face suddenly turned a little pale, her hands holding the little red whip trembled a little, and her palms were covered with sweat.

"Pingting, what's wrong with you?" He fluttered his eyelashes like an ignorant baby.

Pingting rushed up suddenly, the force made Li Mu take two steps back.

She wrapped her arms around his waist tightly and buried her head in his waist.

He was startled by her sudden action, and he was at a loss with his arms open.

There was a faint sobbing sound from the waist, and the round head was trembling.

Li Mu asked uncertainly, "Pingting, are you crying?"

Nonsense, isn't she crying or laughing?

Li Mu stretched out one hand to touch the top of her hair, halfway through the stretch, he slowly clenched into a fist, as if for a moment, he took a faint breath, and his throat rolled slightly.

The small head on the waist suddenly lifted up, and there were two glistening black water pills embedded in a fair and plump face, she looked at him beggingly: "Brother Mu, let's not go back, okay!"

He had no expression, nor did he answer. At this moment, he was like the reef by the sea, cold and lifeless.

She continued: "Let's stay on this island, it would be nice to have children!" The hope in her eyes gradually turned into anxiety.

He had been staring into the distance, but suddenly he lowered his head just in time to meet her anxious begging expression, an ice lotus bloomed gently at the corner of his mouth, stretched out his hand to stroke the top of her hair, and said warmly: "If you If you don’t want to go back, let’s stay here forever!”

"Yeah!" She buried her head in his waist again, making a slight triumphant cluck.

He mechanically stroked the top of her head with his hands, and his thoughts had already wandered to the far shore of the sea, the place where he lost his soul.