Chang’an Peasant Girl

This New Year's Eve is not as quiet as usual at night, it is very lively, the sound of firecrackers can be heard endlessly, and even children can be heard playing in the street.

I don't know how long it took before Gong Juechen turned his head and looked in the direction of the palace.

An Jing and Xiao Changyi have entered the palace to celebrate the New Year, and the atmosphere must still be happy.

Thinking of this, the corner of Gong Juechen's mouth curled into an extremely sarcastic smile.

That man's hands were stained with the blood of so many sons, shouldn't he be punished and die early? How can he enjoy his old age peacefully?

Looking back, Gong Juechen quietly looked at the night sky again, and after a long time, he said in a low voice that only he could hear: "Su Haoyu, anyway, you are older than me, even if I don't do anything, you will die in front of me."

After a pause, the smile on the corner of his mouth became more sarcastic: "I want to see if you can really enjoy your old age in peace."

Unlike Gong Juechen whose heart was full of resentment and unable to be completely happy during the Chinese New Year, Meng Zhuqing was thinking about Tuoba Yao.

Their father and wife brought four children into the palace to celebrate the new year, and it is impossible for Tuoba Yao, the princess, to celebrate the new year with the servants of Prince Yi's mansion. Obviously, Tuoba Yao celebrates the new year alone.

And he wanted to be by her side.

Make her no longer alone.

Let her no longer be alone.

After having the New Year's Eve dinner at the General's Mansion, and talking with his mother at home for a while, Meng Zhuqing just found an excuse and went back to Prince Yi's Mansion.

After hesitating for a while, he still went to the courtyard where Tuoba Yao lived.

He didn't knock on the door, and didn't climb over the wall to get in, he just leaned against the wall of the courtyard where Tuoba Yao lived.

Just stay here.

This place is already very close to her, he can't be too greedy.

In the courtyard, inside the house, Tuoba Yao was still eating the New Year's Eve dinner, eating the New Year's Eve dinner alone, without a maid serving by her side, she was the only one in the courtyard at the moment.

The food on the table was not eaten much, and the food was cold, but she still sat at the table, taking a bite from time to time.

There are red lanterns hanging in the courtyard, and the flickering candlelight in the lanterns is extremely festive, but the cold moon outside and the person inside the house make the courtyard, and this person, extremely lonely.

Tuoba Yao didn't know that someone came from outside, and she was still leaning against the wall of the courtyard where she lived. She was just getting colder and colder because of her deserted atmosphere. Involuntarily, she put down her chopsticks, wanted to pick up the jug, and gave it to her. Pour yourself a drink.

She drank too much last time, and her stomach is still a little uncomfortable. Originally, she didn't plan to drink, but now, she doesn't want to care about it anymore, and wants to drink again.

However, when she stretched out her hand to the jug, sporadic fragments appeared in her mind. In the fragments, it was her and Meng Zhuqing.

"Shall we have a drink together?" she asked.

"Princess, you can't drink anymore." He said.

Slap.

It was she who broke the glass.

"If you are angry, if you are sad, you can be the last player, you can throw things, why do you hurt yourself so much?" He grabbed her injured hand and asked her.

She grabbed him who was about to find someone to treat her wound, and said in a low voice, "Who told you not to drink with me?"

At this point, the memory stops abruptly.

Although he only remembered this little bit, it was enough to shock Tuoba Yao. She thought that she hurt her hand, but she didn't expect that it was because Meng Zhuqing didn't drink with her that she hurt herself like this.

Withdrawing her right hand that was stretched towards the jug, the wound in her hand has not completely healed, but it has scabbed over. Tuoba Yao quietly looked at the scabbed wound on the palm of her hand, and she put down her hand after a long while.