The moon rises.

Cold wind!

When she saw him, the expression on her face faded a little.

Han Feng came over, his hands tucked into his sleeves, hesitating for a long time before he unceremoniously took out a pink purse and handed it over with both hands:

"I accidentally soiled your purse last time. Here, this is to compensate you."

The pink color forms a sharp contrast with the cold man, which is very inconsistent.

He himself was not very comfortable, lowered his head, and looked a little shy.

This is the first time I’ve given someone a purse since I was a kid…

His hands have always been holding swords, killing people, and covered in blood.

Yue'er frowned.

Last time...

She stood up and said, "No need, it's just a purse, not worth two cents."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Han Feng was startled for a moment, and stood there stiffly, with his hands still extended, suspended in the air.

Rejected...

Rejected...

From childhood to adulthood, this was the first time he wanted to sincerely apologize to someone other than his sister, and he had carefully selected this purse after consulting seven or eight maids.

but……

Looking at Yue'er's cold and departing figure, he froze in place. Somehow, he felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

"He likes you."

As Yue'er walked into the courtyard, Yunying's voice was heard not far away.

Declarative, affirmative tone.

Yue'er was startled. "W-what? Yunying, don't talk nonsense."

Yun Ying thrust the red tasseled spear into the flower bed, brushed off the dust in her hands, wiped the sweat from her head, walked over and said:

"My family runs a martial arts school, and I've been hanging out with a group of men since I was a kid. I've seen a lot of people and encountered a lot of things. It's impossible that I don't have this kind of perspective."

The cold wind likes the moon.

She saw it at a glance.

Yue'er lowered her head in panic, but another handsome, calm face popped up in her mind...

But thinking of the cold wind...

"I don't like him!" She looked up, her tone cold, "Although I am of humble origin and a slave, I also have the right to choose."

"I don't like him."

She repeated it again, very seriously.

Yun Ying asked: "Why?"

because……

because……

Yue Er thought about it for a while, but suddenly couldn't think of a reason. After two or three seconds, she finally spoke: "Because last time, I saw him carrying Miss Xiao back to the palace. Miss Xiao had harmed the princess many times. He was being nice to Miss Xiao, just to go against the princess."

Yunying tilted her head:

"That's it?"

.

Hanfeng Courtyard.

A charming room.

Clothes were thrown messily on the ground, the sheets were wrinkled, and under the goose down quilt, two warm bodies were hugging each other tightly, inseparable, their body temperatures intertwined with each other, mixed with a hint of lustful smell.

Before I knew it, it was dusk.

Outside the window, the orange sunset slanted in.

Slightly cool.

The woman closed her eyes, her delicate brows were slightly furrowed, and she looked visibly exhausted, almost tired to the point of falling asleep.

The man held her tightly in his arms, resting his chin on her head, and his big hand around her waist slowly moved to her abdomen...

Flat belly...

A trace of pain flashed across his eyes. He was no longer sleepy. He stood up very quietly and put on his black robe.

"Han Ying."

Outside the door, Han Ying came in with very light footsteps.

She walked to the bedside, felt the princess's pulse, and lowered her voice:

"Master, all the major acupoints in the princess' body have been sealed, and the toxins have all been led to the abdomen. It would be best if she gets pregnant within a month and then has an abortion, only then will she be safe."

"In addition, because all the acupuncture points in the body are blocked and blood circulation is blocked, the princess will feel particularly weak, tired, weak and sleepy. This is normal."

One month...

For a family, inheritance and offspring are undoubtedly the most important.

For a mother, her child is her life.

However, he didn't dare tell her about this.

He is afraid.

Afraid of losing the child, afraid of losing her.

She can have more children, but she only has one.

Looking at the tired and sleeping face of the woman, the pain in the man's eyes deepened, and his voice was hoarse: "Hanying, how should I tell her..."

Han Ying pursed her lips, lowered her head, and lowered her voice a bit:

"As a woman, I know women's hearts. If the princess knew that I was pregnant, I'm afraid she would rather sacrifice her life than abort the child. In my opinion, this matter must not be told to the princess."

He glanced at the woman on the couch and said in a deeper voice:

"Why not... wait until the princess gets pregnant, then create an accident and abort the child legitimately."