C80

The four seasons of the palace had always been neglected.

Tens of thousands of purple and red, autumn turned into winter, the flowers were like brocades, and the white snow was sparkling. It was a pity that no matter how beautiful the scenery was, no one stopped to admire it.

The palace was bustling with activity, and there was no time to raise their heads and look at the branches. Everyone was rushing through their own stories — stepping into this place meant stepping into a cage. He had entered. In this life, even if he died, he would never be able to leave. The majestic, vermillion walls cut off all paths of retreat.

Steward Feng had been in this beautiful cage for a long time. After so long, he could no longer remember his real name. Steward Feng, Steward Feng, Steward Feng … There were a thousand sandalwood trees beside him. Their actions were respectful and humble. Their expressions were filled with fear. Steward Feng listened to the flattery one after another and remained silent throughout the four seasons. He understood that he was in a high position and held great power. Only the Elite Armaments and the Mu Clan under the Emperor Xun could contend against him. He was in charge of the Internal Affairs Palace. Other than submitting to the Emperor, he only had one hand covering the sky, and the Internal Affairs Office was deeply trusted by the Emperor Xun. It had contracted all kinds of things within the Inner Palace.

When Steward Feng was walking in the palace, no one dared to stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

His loneliness was like the deep sea ice. Only on a bright white night when there was no one around, would he slowly try to float to the surface of the sea.

Until the woman who was laughing heartily at the Peach Blossom Association appeared …

Little Man, what are you looking at?

Steward Feng, who was rarely idle, was reading in his study when suddenly, a few conversations between Palace Maid s drifted in through the tightly shut window, as if urging someone to stop. Aiya, quickly stop looking, how could we have the time to look at flowers! Time to go to the racetrack and wash the clothes! Little Man! Little Man, did you hear that? If Steward Feng were to know that you neglected it even after just a few days since you entered the Inner Palace, you would definitely be scolded … The other side couldn't help but chime in. That's right! He might even have to suffer a setback!

When the Steward Feng in the room heard this, he laughed helplessly. Why did it sound like he was a man-eating beast … Was it because he was usually too serious? That's right, he had always been very strict with his subordinates. Never would he have thought that the people around him were already so afraid of him.

You are all cowards! A bright voice flew into his ears. Although his appearance could not be seen, he could tell that the girl was definitely beaming with happiness. Her words were reasonable. Anyone who saw a peach blossom would suffer. Moreover, who doesn't know the personality of Steward Feng. They would never punish me for being honest and honest!

These slightly childish words entered the man's ears.

The man muttered to himself for a moment. His fingertip that was covered with pure black gloves involuntarily extended outwards. Lightly lifting it, the two thin paper windows opened with a 'pa' sound.

It's March!" Everyone, quickly take a look. How good is this peach blossom blooming … Steward Feng stood up. His gaze followed the soft voice to where he heard it. Not far away, under the peach tree, stood a slim girl. She was wearing a long, watery, long dress that was the color of an ordinary palace maid's. She had combed her hair into a bun and was looking up at the cherry blossoms on top of her head with a sweet smile.

"Huff, huff ~ ~ ~"

The gentle spring breeze wrapped around the peach tree, the pink shade of the tree rustled for a moment, the small and sparkling peach blossoms scattered one by one. The young lady was ecstatic, raising an arm, stretching out her palm, trying to catch the petals falling with the wind.

The other Palace Maid standing by the side shook their heads. Ah, what a fool, what is so special about these peach blossoms? Year after year, season after season... That's right, to delay matters for the sake of watching the peach blossoms, it was truly a loss that was not worth it! There were no peach blossoms outside the palace … Tsk, he really had never seen the world before. Ah, let's go. Don't let her drag us all down by herself … Finished speaking, a leading Palace Maid called out to the young lady below the peach tree, Little Man! Then we'll leave first! You have to remember to go...

The girl turned her head sharply, her long black hair swinging in a smooth arc, her face and expression gleaming in the sunlight. I remember! She smiled brightly, jumped up and waved playfully. Good sisters, you can all leave first! I'll be right there!

March of this year was the most beautiful March. She raised her head and gazed at the heavy and beautiful scenery of the tree branches as she muttered to herself. Her Highness the Princess … Your Favorite Peach Blossom This Year... And it went on and on and on, very beautiful … I missed you so much... I miss you so much. "I really want you to see these peach blossoms.

This year is also … The most beautiful peach blossoms.

The Palace Maid s all left hurriedly. The young lady, who was enjoying the flowers alone, started to revolve under the peach tree. She didn't know that there was a man staring at her unblinkingly from the window on the opposite side of the long corridor.

The cool breeze cheered them up. Cherry red petals rustled down as she danced in the rain of petals. Her sleeves fluttered as her embroidered shoes tapped on the ground. On her smiling face, there were a few tears that looked like diamonds. In that moment, it was as if the entire world had stopped moving. Only she was still alive.

'Her eyes must have landed on the peach.'

Steward Feng looked at the little person dancing in the distance, his heart throbbing uncontrollably. He took a deep breath, but his gaze couldn't move away no matter what.

'Otherwise, why would it be so dazzling?

Steward Feng woke up.

He blankly opened his eyes, unable to react for a moment. The flower and the dancing girl had all disappeared. Why was this … It wasn't until he recognized the ceiling of Zuo Mansion Guest House that he finally said nothing, trying his best to raise his arms and make himself sit up.

He himself had returned to the ice-cold reality.

He habitually touched the leopard's fish-tailed jade pendant hanging on his waist. A small line carved at the bottom of a fish's tail, rubbed gently with the flank of a finger and with infinite affection. The object of the gift, which had been given to him by the man he cherished, clung to the thinnest clothing on the outside of his body, already warm from the heat.

March... Peach blossom. The man had short hair, thin cheeks, and sharp, hawklike eyes that were sunken several degrees from the days of tracking the killer. He hadn't slept well in a long time.

Her dry lips trembled visibly when she spat out the next line of the poem … Feng Jun, full of life. He tightened his fingers, the sharp edges pricking the dull pain from his palms, but the tighter he clenched, the harder he clenched, the bluer his joints became. In the dark room without any lights, only the moonlight shining through the window showed how red the man's eyes were and how painful his expression was.

Next day

I don't want to eat it! What kind of lowly food was this! Are you looking down on me? When Shang Yue saw the breakfast that the Zuo Mansion servant brought up, she went into a rage. She waved her sleeves and poured some soup on the ground, causing the bowl to shatter into pieces. She had long, purplish red hair draped over her shoulders. Her eyebrows were raised as she angrily berated him with dissatisfaction. It had already been a few days! How long is Emperor Xun, that old bastard, planning to keep us in his Zuo Mansion! It was just a dead coachman! Was there a need to be so aggressive?

When the servants serving Shang Yue saw her lose her temper, they did not dare step forward to interrupt and shrunk into a corner to tremble.

[So what if I die, how many people die every day in this world?] What does it have to do with this princess?! They asked for it! Life! He can't go anywhere while locked in his room, waiting for the Steward Feng to interrogate him at any time. Days have already passed, how could the proud and arrogant Princess swallow the treatment of being treated as a prisoner? Her hair hadn't even been combed yet, she just wanted to run out with her skirt held up, no, I can't take it anymore, I'm going back to the palace now!

A slender and powerful arm grabbed onto her slender arm without explanation, causing Shang Yue to explode like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, she turned around and roared at Jin Mo! I warn you not to touch me! Standing in front of this beautiful young girl was a tall and thin youth. Her skin was dark and her expression was solemn and solemn. He lowered her head and spoke with a light voice. "I have offended you, Your Highness."

I just want to remind Your Highness that if you disobey the decree and return to the palace, you might be in a worse situation than you are currently in. Jin Mo spoke quietly, his deep eyes staring straight at the angry young girl in front of him.

Shang Yue anxiously walked around the wooden table, thinking about a way to leave. Her beautiful eyebrows were twisted into a lump, and her lower teeth bit into her lip. She didn't notice that a deep bite mark had appeared on her lower lip.

Your Highness.

Hm? Shang Yue impatiently raised her head, the young man suddenly walked forward, her ice cold fingers quickly touched Shang Yue's lips, and with a little more force, she pushed away the girl's teeth, you have the habit of biting your lips whenever you think, I am afraid that you will hurt me.

The youth's eyes were beautiful peach blossom eyes, his pupils clear and clear. His fingers were very cold, very cold, as if there was no blood boiling inside them. Shang Yue stood in her original position. Seeing the youth's eyes reflect her own tiny self, she forgot to refute for a moment. It was only until Jin Mo placed a finger on the side of her lips.

If you want to bite me, bite me. Jin Mo said these words as if he was drinking water. His tone was unquestionable and magnanimous. You are a princess, you must not have the slightest wound on your body.