Has the imprisoned husband served his sentence?

The red candles burned until dawn, and the movement in the dormitory gradually stopped.

The figure on the eaves stood there all night, his thin body showing endless loneliness and desolation, and his palms were blood red.

It wasn't until a figure fell beside him that Feng Yueran calmed down the expression on his face and turned to look at the person coldly.

An Yi coughed, and then said awkwardly, "Well, my Highness is already married."

Feng Yueran's whitened fingers clenched slightly and said coldly: "I am not blind, I can see."

He...had already left, but...after all, he still missed her a little, so he couldn't help but hurry back to see her for the last time.

Even though I know it will hurt...

When An Yi knew that His Highness was getting married today, Feng Yueran must have been in a bad mood, but it was rare that she did not fight with him, but instead felt some sympathy.

He thought for a long time before he came up with a few words to comfort him, "Thirteenth Prince, please express your condolences! You... although you are not as reserved and virtuous as the men of Feng Kingdom, you are good-looking at least, and you should be able to marry in your lifetime." …”

Feng Yue's gorgeous face darkened, she looked at An Yi with murderous intent, and her hand holding the sword became stiff.

Is this... deliberately looking for trouble and mocking him?

Seeing the other person's eyes that wanted to stab him, An Yi's voice became smaller and smaller, and belatedly realized that his comfort was suspected of adding fuel to the fire, adding fuel to the fire, and ridiculing the situation, so he explained awkwardly:

"I...I don't mean anything else. I just want to tell you that it's useless for you to be sad. My Highness has married a husband. That man can never be you...you..."

Seeing Feng Yueran's increasingly ugly face and the flash of pain in his eyes, An Yi immediately stopped talking. He felt that the more he comforted him, the worse he got, and his expression became more embarrassing.

Feng Yueran suppressed her anger and almost gritted her teeth and said: "Today is her happy day. I don't want to fight you. In the future, don't appear in front of me again, otherwise... I will beat you every time I see you."

After saying that, he flew away coldly.

Dark One: "..."

He... He really didn't mean to hit this person, he just felt that he and this person were in the same boat. Both of them could not love the person they loved, and they saw him standing on the roof all night, blowing the cold wind all night , I felt sympathy for a moment, so I put aside my past resentment and came up with a few words of comfort.

"You really don't understand good people's hearts." An Yi muttered casually.

He flew to the ground, saw the figure who had been drinking alone in the pavilion not far away, and immediately approached him.

"Brother Fusheng, are you... because you were abandoned by His Highness, are you trying to relieve your sorrow?"

Fu Sheng: "..."

After finally getting rid of a gossip-loving Yan, another An-Yi comes, can't we just let him be quiet for a while?

"Are you very free?" Fusheng put down the wine jar in his hand and slowly said hurtful words to each other: "That's right, Luwu is now famous and has an owner, and they are in perfect love with each other during the banquet. You don't have to go there like before. There are all kinds of attentive people in front of me, it’s really quite relaxing..."

The corner of An Yi's mouth twitched slightly, and he rolled his eyes at him silently, then sat down, picked up a jar of wine, and took a big gulp, "Yes, it's my fault, brother, that I can't speak. We are both from the end of the world, come on, In order to commemorate our lost love, I will drink with you! Anyway, you and I are not on duty today, and we just happen to be not drunk."