Seeing her solemn expression and heavy words, Anpo was a little uneasy. She has always been more steady in her words and doing things. Such words should not be a sensation.

"Don't worry, I know what I should do and what I can do. I will put the young master first, not because of your reminder, but because I have always fulfilled my former purpose." The dark pot was still lukewarm. The purpose in her heart was also one of the reasons why she stayed with Song Jingran; and from the moment they were saved by Song Jingran, they could die, he could not.

Dark Hun smiled, very far-fetched. In fact, she had a lot of things to tell her, just like an ordinary sister, who could occasionally tell her the pain in her heart, talk about the sorrow of life, and talk about the laughter of family, but she swallowed the words to her mouth again and again;

She didn't want her to worry, so she chose to bear it silently. In the past, she might be able to tell Lin Xuan'er, but now the situation is different. Miaoji is everywhere among them, intentionally or unintentionally provoking it, while Lin Xuan'er is not interested in Gao Jin, so she can't notice it;

Gao Jin cared too much about Lin Xuan'er, so he ignored it from time to time. Only she, as if she was outside, was mixed in it. However, she kept reminding herself to be awake, looking at the sharp knife, piercing it into her body one by one.

Looking at her complicated smile, Anpo's heart suddenly tightened. When was the smile that was fully armed, and when was the sadness that was invaded by a touch of sadness? That sadness was the experience of carrying emotions. For the first time, she had the idea of ​​feeling sorry for her.

"Is he okay to you?" The dark pot voice softened, and she finally mustered up the courage to tell the care she had suppressed in her heart for many years, perhaps because of the influence of the child. I hope this care will not come too late.

Dark Soul finally showed a smile from the bottom of his heart, and the warmth in his heart seemed to have increased the temperature in the hall a little more. Dark Soul's care was undoubtedly her greatest relief at this time.

"I don't want him to be nice to me, but..." Dark Soul paused for a moment, sighed, and said, "I must be nice to me."

Dark Soul knew that Miao Ji would definitely choose a deal between her and Lin Xuan'er. If she wanted to be the one who Miao Ji wanted to deal with, she must first get Gao Jin's recognition. Lin Xuan'er has too many secrets, and she may not be Miao Ji's opponent. Therefore, she cannot be mined by Miao Ji. She can only compete for Gao Jin's thoughts and distant love with Lin Xuan'er.

Uncle Po looked at her inexplicably, Uncle Soul smiled and said everything she wanted to tell, because she didn't want anyone to understand all her painstaking efforts, and no one could tell her. This was too harsh and cruel to herself.

In the cold garden, although it is the cold season, the wintersweets in the garden are still facing the cold, blooming with tender petals, and they are still in bud, but they appear a little lonely under the blow of the cold wind; when they are born in different seasons, they will suffer from the bitterness of different seasons, just like when people choose a path, even if they are in difficulties, they must continue tenaciously.

Song Jingran and Gao Jin were in the pavilion in the garden, watching the blooming of wintersweets, enjoying the mellow wine, and carefully brewing the victory or defeat of the chess; this scene was like a pair of immortals in a flower roll, or a pair of wild cranes on the earth.

Song Jingran was very surprised and confused when Gao Jin broke up and refused to mention the affairs of the government, but he did not ask too much, because he missed this situation very much, and wanted to stay here for a while, looking for some memories of the past, and savoring the feeling of being gradually forgotten.

Gao Jin seemed to be immersed in this scene. He also wanted to reminisce about the unrestrained feeling. He also missed the memories of the past. It was just that time passed. They lived in different time periods, were in different positions, carried different responsibilities, and carried different body and mind;

Many times, he uses any means for politics and even feels like he is reborn, but it is more of a helplessness. He does not like his cold-blooded self, but for the sake of the country and people of Beiliang, he can only add ice in his cold-bloodedness and promiscuous in his ruthlessness.

Gao Jin defeated Song Jingran again in a chess game. He sat up straight and stretched lazily;

Song Jingran also picked up the teacup beside him and took a sip at his mouth. The tea was already cold, but it was still refreshing.

Gao Jin said half-jokingly, "Jingran, you seem to be out of shape today, or you just want to let me do it."

Song Jingran smiled, put the teacup aside, and followed his voice and said, "Did King Liang deliberately make fun of Song, or did he deliberately praise Song."

"It seems that Young Master Song is determined to separate the relationship from the Gu Wang." Gao Jin was still joking. He repeatedly reminded Song Jingran to use his previous title, and he also used this to imply the alienation between them, but on the surface, he seemed to mind the alienation of Song Jingran's name.

Song Jingran heard that Gao Jin's soulmate was still pretending to be ignorant and said with some joking words, "Thank you for the good love of Liang Wang, Song is more respectful than obedient." As he said that, he deliberately picked up his fist and pointed at Gao Jin twice.

Gao Jin punched him in the fist, and the two of them burst into laughter.

Gao Jin set up a chess game again. Song Jingran glanced at him thoughtfully, then turned curious and said, "By the way, A Jin, I heard that you used a piece of edge soil to exchange for a thousand horses outside the frontier?"

"You know all this." Gao Jin put on the last two chess pieces and looked at Song Jingran with a playful look on his face.

Song Jingran smiled, "It seems that this is not a secret." This matter was something he deliberately spread out. He knew, so how could it be considered strange.

"Why, I'm finally interested in caring about major affairs in the court?" Gao Jin leaned on him as if he was lazy and glanced at Song Jingran. He didn't want to burden him, so he picked up the teacup beside him and tasted it himself, although it was just a cup of cold water.

Song Jingran also shook his body lazily and said with a smile, "Although I have said I can't be an official, it doesn't mean I don't care about the government, nor will I ignore the country."

Song Jingran wanted to dispel Gao Jin's thoughts again, and at the same time, he also wanted him to know that he would not abandon him, nor would he abandon the country and ignore it.

Gao Jin smiled and felt relieved of the tea cup in his hand. Song Jingran said so resolutely. It seems that he doesn’t have much expectations for him personally. So, he can only start with his dark house and hope that he doesn’t resent himself.

"Okay, today we will only talk about poetry and painting, not anything else." Gao Jin didn't expect this topic to disturb the rare leisure. Perhaps after today, it would be difficult for them to open their hearts so much. Suddenly, they felt a strong depression in their hearts.

Song Jingran smiled, as if he was very satisfied with Gao Jin's proposal. In this situation, only they were each other, and there was nothing else. He felt greedy.

"By the way, you all stay in the palace tonight's Lantern Festival, and everyone will have fun together." Gao Jin's refreshing tone, he didn't want to think too much. Since it was rare, it would be rare once.

"How can I do it? How can I stay here with my family in the important place of the palace?" Song Jingran said seriously. He really didn't want to stay. After all, Dark Soul was pregnant, and Yu Zixia was nervous again, so he didn't want to have a chance.

"Why, are you afraid that the palace has no place to let you settle down?" Gao Jin joked deliberately, Song Jingran smiled helplessly and shook his head. Gao Jin seemed to have thought of something, and said inexplicably, "By the way, you and the dark pot..."

Gao Jin deliberately wanted to speak but stopped, waiting for Song Jingran's answer.

"Oh, I had already put the dark soul in the room before you ascended the throne." Song Jingran seemed a little unnatural, and then he remembered that this matter had never been mentioned to Gao Jin.

The dark po has always been obsessed with Song Jingran. This is something they knew for a long time, so Gao Jin was not curious, but with Song Jingran's temperament, he should not be the one who takes concubines casually, let alone his own subordinates.

"No, it's because of the child?" Gao Jin mocked him with a playful look. He once knew that Song Jingran left Xiaohui in the Song Mansion because of Xiaohui's child, so he asked casually.

Song Jingran pursed the corner of his lips, which was considered to be a evasion of his problem. However, when it comes to mentioning the child, he reminded him of his first child with Lin Xuaner. He said that he had broken her heart because of the child. Now that he thinks about it, his heart still hurts a little.

Gao Jin saw his loss of consciousness and seemed to have fallen into a swamp, and all his thoughts were mixed in;

Even though the two returned to the chess, they no longer had leisurely physical and mental investment, they still maintained this scene.

It was not until the evening that Miaoji received instructions from Gao Jin that Song Jingran and others stayed in the palace to celebrate the Lantern Festival, and asked her to make arrangements in advance. Xiaohui took the initiative to show her respect and asked her to help her organize a dinner together. Miaoji was very happy to leave with Xiaohui.

Lin Xuan'er and Yu Zixia were left behind, and Lin Xuan'er didn't know what state to accept her; there was a pavilion in front of her, so she turned to her and said, "Mrs. Song is tired, why not take a rest here?"

Yu Zixia nodded with a smile, not at all as naive as before;

Lin Xuan'er smiled thoughtfully and led her to walk in a pavilion and sit down. Yu Zixia's change made her even more afraid to contact her easily, and she was not sure whether she really had a problem, so she could only pretend to be meaningless.

The two sat for a while. Lin Xuan'er saw that Yu Zixia had no intention of speaking, and she couldn't suppress her inner doubts, so she said first, "I heard that Mrs. Song was in poor spirits not long ago, so how could she be better now?"

"Thank you for your concern. My family is much better, even better than before." Yu Zixia showed a meaningful smile on her face. Such a smile was like she was back, the heavy woman she used to be.
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