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The two of them chatted as they walked, and slowly the topic was brought up towards Mu Jinzhi. Yang Zixuan heard her mention it and laughed: "That's true, you have always stayed in the sect, where have you seen him before, and I wondered how you knew him. So it turns out that you have heard that we were writing poems, that Jin one of the disciples who was used to reading poems, was my teacher who was a close up disciple of the imperial court.

"I didn't expect that Big Brother Mu and Third Sister-in-Law would have some similarities. Just by looking at them, I could tell that they were brothers and sisters." When Yang Juan Er heard that Mu Jinzhi had married the Princess Jing'an, he was extremely unhappy. Who was the Princess Jing'an? She was the current Emperor's niece, she didn't have the ability to bring Princess Jing'an down the hall. She couldn't help feeling a little agitated in her heart, but when she said these words, her tone of voice became a little harsh.

Yang Zixuan only wanted to use this topic to beat her up, Mu Jinzhi was not someone she could think of.

After Yang Zixuan sent Yang Juan Er back, he was called to drink by his classmates. They also sent people back to inform Mu Rousang that they would be back late today.

Seeing that he returned late, and hearing that the lass was discussing about the grand scene outside, Mu Rousang was curious. In this life, she was only 15 or 16 years old, and was very active.

Seeing that she could not sit still, Old Madam Zuo said to them: "Forget it, forget it, I will be going to attend the lecture now. You juniors should go ahead and play, remember to bring more girls and aunties with you."

Princess Jing'an immediately laughed: "Old madam is overthinking it. With me here, who would dare to rush up without thinking!"

Old Madam Zuo said: I think that no Xiao Xiao dares to offend you, forget it, Little monkey rarely goes out today, I know that you enjoy the temple fair the most, it must be very lively outside, if Xiuzhu stays, she will follow you out.

lass was truly happy when she heard that. Mu Rousang immediately stood up and ran over to her. She extended her hand out to pull her sleeve and said: "Good sister-in-law, how can you sit here?"

This was her first time seeing the temple fair in the capital.

Princess Jing'an could not help but laugh: Forget it, before I married your brother, I was too happy to watch the show. I believe after you came to this city, you were busy with matters of marriage and rarely went out to play.

Old Madam Zuo laughed and waved his hand, saying, "You guys can go ahead and play. I'm too old to endure the cold, it's better to roast some fire inside the house."

Only then did the two leave the Old Madam Zuo and send someone to inform the Left Lady. Then, they went out to watch the show.

The Princess Jing'an was exactly the same as Mu Rousang, so she continued to talk about the temple fair, and laughed: "Since you were young, you have not been in the capital, and yet you did not know that the temple fair was extremely lively. The streets were filled with people, not only selling incense candles, they also included people selling horse lanterns, wood people, sugar people, monkey people, and many other small things."

Before the two of them had even walked into the small courtyard, they could already hear the buddhist music that was as slow as flowing water and as calm as calming one's mind. Accompanying the snow that filled the sky, was an additional ethereal and capriciousness.

The cold wind swept through the ancient ruts, and the white snow pressed against the pine trees.

As he walked past a building, he heard a bawling sound in the distance, adding a bit of popularity to the originally quiet and secluded temple. It was extremely popular.

Mu Rousang had been in the Yang Mansion for a few months, and even she wasn't as free as when she was back at her hometown.

"Sister-in-law, let's go have a look. It looks very lively, but it's even more prosperous than the temples in Sichuan."

The Princess Jing'an had always been a merry person, how could she let go of such a lively atmosphere? She quickly walked with Mu Rousang into the crowd, where one could easily tell that a rich family's young mistress was travelling, with one look, it was fortunate that Mu Rousang was already married, and did not need to make any cloth to cover her face.

In front of many eyes, there was an extremely unusual gaze that was filled with pain, longing, and anger, chasing after her figure that disappeared within the crowd.

"Your Highness!"

Fan Yingde shouted in pain.

A thick hat covered most of his face, but his pair of heartless eyes had undergone a drastic change. His complexion had also become even more pale, as he reached out his hand to lightly cover his chest. He had lost his heart...

"I'm fine!" The cold words became even colder in the cold wind.

He raised his chest to look at the disappearing petite figure, and in the blink of an eye, he returned to his usual indifference.

Fan Yingde wanted to hate Mu Rousang but he couldn't. He knew in his heart that he couldn't blame her, and after making up his heart, if he could have a girl of his own, he probably wouldn't be willing to push her into the fire pit.

"Why is she here?"

Su Ruirui's voice was as soft as the sound of mosquitoes, and Fan Yingde, who was behind him, heard it very faintly, but he guessed that it had something to do with the Second Young Madam Yang.

He looked towards Mu Rousang's direction once again, and said in the end: "Let's go!" The cold bass voice dispersed in the cold wind, bringing with it a tinge of heart-wrenching desolation.

Mu Rousang turned her head around, why was her heart thumping? When she looked over, he saw a crowd gathered, nothing strange.

"Little sister, what's wrong?" After Princess Jing'an got married, she called Mu Jinzhi for her sister.

She turned her head with a smile and said, "It's nothing. I just happened to meet someone I know, so I didn't notice." Mu Rousang frowned.

"Eh, there's a big show over there. Come, let's go take a look!" The Princess Jing'an pulled her to the place that was three laps away from three laps. The little girl, Wives, quickly followed, afraid that she would lose the two little ancestors.

The two of them did not need to hide, they had already made way for the two, luring them over. The ordinary citizens who were disturbed earlier were impatient, but after seeing that the two young mistresses were not like the wives of ordinary families, they could not say anything, as the Princess Jing'an s were used to it.

Mu Rousang did not understand anything about this subject at all. Coupled with the obvious accent of the singer, she really did not know why Princess Jing'an was so interested in it.

He looked left and right, and saw that all of the s were mesmerized by his words, he then called out to his women: "I don't understand this, when my sister-in-law asked later, you said that I had gone to the teahouse across the street."

Chun Yi immediately agreed as she accompanied Mu Rousang to the teahouse. When they reached the entrance, the waiter came out to welcome them, thinking that there would be more people accompanying them, she asked for a private room. Seeing that there were more people in the hall, she reserved two tables for her and told Chun Jing to pay the deposit before following the waiter to the private room.

The room was facing south, so when he pushed open the window, he could see the audience listening to the play. Mu Rousang said to the Spring Scene: "There are so many people."

"Young Mistress has forgotten that I'm fifteen today!" Chun Jing smiled.

She had always been thinking about that familiar gaze when she looked at the road she had come from. Who was it?

"Young Mistress, this servant brought some tea leaves that you like to drink. I'm going to ask the waiter for a pot of tea. Do you have any snacks that you would like to eat?" The spring scenery was getting better and better.

Mu Rousang shook his head. She was a little downcast and lost the interest to watch the show, and said: "I'll pick up a few of the shop's signature snacks!"

The spring scenery opened and went out, and not long after that, the sound of a door opening could be heard. Mu Rousang did not need to turn her head to know that it was the spring scenery, and asked, "Spring scenery, why are you so fast?"

"wood girl!" Fan Yingde looked at Su Ruirui's expression beside him, and did not change his words.

Mu Rousang heard the familiar voice and her body stiffened. She even found it hard to breathe.

"Sang'er!" A low voice came from her body, Su Ruirui looked at the dreamy girl, her beautiful face was pure and enchanting, a voice was urging him in his mind, quickly go, quickly hug her, go...

As soon as he took a step forward, Mu Rousang had already forcefully suppressed the pain in his heart. Turns out that after true love came pain that pierced through to the core, she gently turned around and bowed, then said with a voice that was like a jade plate: "Greetings, Your Highness."

With a soft word, a chasm, their gazes met, and the two of them could no longer look back …

Only the whistling of the cold wind could be heard outside the room. It was moaning that the two of them didn't know each other …

Under his instructions, Mu Rousang gently stood up with a sorrowful heart. The Su Ruirui in front of him now wore a purple robe and a golden crown, a white jade belt, and leather shoes made from dark golden deer.

or perhaps the only change, was that it was even colder, and indifferent to everything around him. Only when he saw Mu Rousang did that bone-piercing pain come surging out, like a raging wave slamming onto his chest, and piercing into his bones.

"Are you safe?" Her voice was soft, as if she were facing a helpless, wounded bird.

Su Ruirui stared fixedly at her, his gaze swept past her eyebrows and his tender lips. In his heart, he felt a ball of fire that was unbearable, and it was that ball of fire that helped him drive away the cold on his body so many lonely nights.

"En!"

Mu Rousang's eyes moistened. She could feel his pain, her wails, and at the same time, she could do nothing. She could only feel better by accompanying him in pain …

"How he treats you!"

The mention of this matter was like a sword stabbing into the heart, but he still wanted to hear from her own mouth that she was living a happy life.

"Un, very good!"

Her heart ached for a while. She reached out her hand to her heart and frowned, the obstruction from inside caused her to panic, she could not endure the pain, and she had to struggle to hold back her tears. She thought that he did not want to see her sad heart, as it would only push them up the cliff.

"How she treats you!"

Su Ruirui did not reply, the pain in his eyes was clear and his expression was cold. His gaze fell upon the small hand that was covering her chest, that soft and white pancreas was extremely powerful, he had to resist his impulse and tightly clenched his hands that were covering his sleeves. He took a step back, afraid that he would not be able to resist and pull her into his arms.