The teahouse here is also suitable for Murong's election. You can see the street view outside from the window. At this time, it is cold winter. The faint Hawking sound from the outside street came into Su Yunchu's ears. For no reason, she has a bleak feeling.

The cold wind outside the window blew in and slightly disordered Su Yun's broken hair in front of his forehead.

Su Yunchu no longer looked at the street view outside, but looked back at Murong Zhi who had sat down on the other chair. Only when he looked back did he find that Murong Zhi seemed to be looking at her all the time.

Su Yun didn't see a trace of color on his face. "What's the matter, Lord?"

Murong Zhi put down the tea cup he had held in his hand, but there was a trace of nostalgia on his face. "When we met in Lake City, I thought we would say goodbye forever. Later, after returning to Beijing, I remembered my colleagues at that time. I also sent someone to Lake City to find you, but there was no trace. Unexpectedly, after wandering around, we would meet again in this way."

Listening to Murong Zhi's recollection of the past with her, Su Yunchu didn't have much emotion. What happened in those years was just an accident. It was that accident that made her contact with Xiyuan and made her meet again with people who didn't know Murong Zhi at that time.

In fact, in the Song family, song Yan, Su Yunchu's grandfather, is the one who can talk with him freely. Whether it's song haoliu or Song Yu, they are pure and broken literati. Only song Yan's openness and openness can make su Yunchu feel that he has a destination when he first came to a different world.

She knew that song Yan actually understood that the real Su Yunchu had her vision and knowledge, even had such a thorough understanding of the military, and her knowledge was so different from the current situation. At the beginning, she didn't see her doubts and doubts about Su Yunchu from Song Yan's eyes, but when Su Yunchu felt that it didn't matter, The suspicion in Song Yan's eyes soon turned into love and pity for her granddaughter, which even surpassed song Lingxue.

There is a tacit understanding between her and song Yan, just as she knows that song Yan knows that she is not the real granddaughter of the Song family, and song Yan knows that the little girl in front of her is not her own granddaughter, but she especially loves Su Yunchu. That kind of family affection naturally arises and continues.

Therefore, two years ago, song Yan's death was like a sudden change in Su Yunchu's life. Even if the Song family still loved her as before, it was just like the family relationship between her past life and her grandfather.

Therefore, at that time, the people of the Song family advised Su Yunchu to go out for a walk. That is, at that time, they met Murong Zhi who was injured at that time in Hucheng, the border city between Xiyuan and Daxin. At that time, Murong Zhi claimed to be Yang Mu. Su Yunchu would not intervene even if he knew it was a drag name, but occasionally saved Murong Zhi who was seriously injured and chased.

It was under such circumstances that I met Murong Zhi, who was also called Yang Mu at that time.

Su Yunchu didn't look at Murong Zhi. "The Lord is here to recall the past with me today?" she didn't want to procrastinate.

Murong naturally heard the coldness and indifference in his tone, but he didn't seem to care. He still said gently, "Yunchu, I always remember the days when I accompanied my peers."

"The past is no longer. Why should the prince cling to the past?"

"Is it persistence? Up to now, smart as you, Yunchu, you understand."

Su Yunchu exhaled slightly, but took a sip of the tea cup in his hand on his lips. "I can't afford your love."