Youmeng walked to Mei Zihan's side, knelt down, and accompanied him to admire the clouds in the sky. She looked intoxicatedly, with a smile on her lips, and it took her a long time to speak.

"The first time I came here by chance, I remember that it was the season of plum blossoms. The plum blossoms in the garden were blooming, white like snow, red like blood, rich and prosperous, like fairy dust." She was fascinated and said to herself, "That day you sat in the depths of the plum blossoms. When I saw you, it was as if I had used up all my good luck in this life."

It is hard to imagine that after a fierce quarrel, they could sit together and talk like this calmly, although he just listened silently, his face was as bland and tasteless.

"I still feel that it is destined by God. The fate given to us is also the beginning of my determination to bother you."

She turned her face and handed her tender and affectionate gaze to him, but he remained motionless like a stone statue.

"But now the plum blossoms have withered." She glanced at the bare plum trees, reflecting her desolate mood at the moment. "I didn't expect that after losing the plum blossoms to make the scene, it would be so desolate."

He was still speechless, and time passed by a period of silence between each other.

It took her a lot of effort to find a new saying: "If the plum blossoms are defeated, you will not brew plum blossom wine again, right?"

"Yes." He answered very unintentionally, "I am used to keeping some dried and sealed plum blossoms for later use every year."

She forced a smile and said, "That's right. If stored properly, dried flowers can retain the fragrance."

"Although dried flowers can also make wine, they no longer taste the same as before."

A seemingly understatement of the words he made a long and cold mark on her heart.

"Meilang, I miss you." She lowered her head and said with a humble and weak voice, like a child who admitted his mistakes and begged for him in front of her elders, "Go back with me."

He insisted not looking back at her: "Where to go?"

"Back to February and March, when the plum blossoms bloomed best." She raised her red eyes, "If you can go any further, then go back to the time when you and I first met."

"The princess was joking." He said coldly, "The flowers in all seasons are orderly, how can there be a time when the plum blossoms bloom twice?"

"Why didn't there?" She argued confidently, "There has been a saying among the people that the second time is plum blossom since ancient times!"

"That's just a rumor, and it's not worth believing if you don't see it with your own eyes."

She suddenly shut up, yes, he is just a person who can judge right and wrong by just believing in his eyes, and it doesn't make sense to say it.

But why is this person so cold that he doesn't look like real? She looked at him with tears in her eyes, and her tentative hand slowly stretched out toward him: "We really can't go back?"

When his fingertips approached his face, he was grabbed by his hand. She was stunned and his eyes were frosty: "When you go back, the result will be the same, it will not change."

"Okay" her heart slid down to the bottom, "You have said you don't like any lies, and I believe Meilang will never lie, so please answer me truthfully."

At this moment, he finally turned his eyes and fell to her.

"Does there be a place for Youmeng in your heart?" She looked up to him and said, "Have you ever loved me at all?"

He looked at each other coldly, and his lips, which had been condensed for a while, opened a slit: "No."

Youmeng suddenly became decayed, and the tears that had been holding on to this end finally broke through the constraints and fell down the moment the two words fell. He held his hand, but was infected by his innate coldness and spread throughout his body in an instant.

Mu Lifeng finally couldn't sit still, so he walked downstairs in a leisurely manner, taking a look at the hanging calligraphy around him to pass the time.

He is a man with a very good personality, but it doesn't matter if he waits for a long time, but if his "Bo Le" is a person who easily abandons promises, it would be too disappointing for him.

After reading a circle of calligraphy and paintings, he turned around and looked at one place inadvertently. For some reason, he looked at Murong Yanyue who was sitting there.

Faced with this sudden intersection, Murong Yanyue acted calmly and nodded to him with a smile. Mu Lifeng also pursed his lips and smiled. He had no interest in making friends, so he went elsewhere again.

Murong withdrew his gaze, drank tea indifferently, and smiled on his lips: It seems that the person you are waiting for has never come to the appointment? What a pity.

He naturally knew who he was waiting for. On the day he bought the painting, he had already expected that the "Young Master Chu" would try to meet with the painter Ye Yu, so he specially told Feng Lang to go and inquire and prepare for the future. He had to know who Ye Yu was earlier than the little princess. Out of the keen sense of fine work, the princess was interested in was most likely that she would come and go in the future. The foundation of these people must be like a spring water in which he could see clearly.

Feng Lang suddenly reported to him this morning: "Young Master, my subordinates received news that Ye Yu is not his real name. His real identity is actually the legitimate son of the Prince Mu's mansion, Mu Lifeng."

His heart sternly, his eyebrows frowned: "It's true?"

Feng Lang confirmed: "After repeated verification by subordinates, I dare not make any mistakes."

Ye Yu is bathing in the wind?

The two names were combined into one, and he was amused by him, and suddenly reminded him of something: on the night of the state banquet, the fireworks riot in the capital created by him, and a young man rushed out of the crowd to chase him, but was later removed by his own move.

He remembered that man's appearance was exactly what Ye Yu he saw today, and he was a book by chance.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sneer and drink a sip of tea. He had never had a fight with him that night, and maybe there would be a chance in the future.

Maybe, it will be a good opponent.
Chapter completed!