All the members are villains, and she just wants to show off when she is dressed as cannon fodder.

The rebels were soon put down.

Yuan Wu escorted Yuan Hong and others back to Beijing.

Winter is approaching and the weather is getting colder.

When Yuan Hong saw his father again, both of them were different from before.

Emperor Jingyuan was much older, and his thick black fur cloak wrapped around his rather thin body. Although he was not very talented, he already looked old.

Yuan Hong knelt on the ground. In just half a year, the childishness on his face had completely faded. The look of a dandy he used to be, has long since disappeared.

Although he was arrested, he didn't have much fear. He just stared at Emperor Jing Yuan closely, as if he wanted to make up for what he had missed in the past six months.

"Father is old. Is he still in good health?"

He said suddenly, like an ordinary conversation between an ordinary son and his father.

Emperor Jingyuan didn't have the violence of the past, and his eyes seemed a bit duller.

"……healthy."

He said, his voice thick and slightly muddy. Blunt eyes looked up and down Yuan Hong's body.

"You have lost weight and become darker. You have suffered a lot outside, right?"

Yuan Hong's tears instantly flowed out. He raised his head and tried to swallow the tears back, but the tears refused to listen. He secretly wiped them away and said with a smile: "It's not bitter.

The son reunites with his family in his dream every day, and is loved by his parents, so he is not miserable. "

Emperor Jingyuan was silent for a moment and nodded.

The hustle and bustle of winter style can be blown into the bedroom through the window.

Emperor Jing Yuan couldn't help coughing twice. Wang Cong hurriedly wanted to help him. He waved to indicate that he could take Yuan Hong down.

When the Tungsten Guard came to take the people, Yuan Hong did not resist. For him, the extra half a year he had stolen was already a living like a year.

He finally bowed to Emperor Jingyuan, and couldn't help but explain to his aging father.

"My son has never thought about being an emperor. My son also doesn't understand. If being an emperor requires being alone, what's the point of being a great person?"

It is just a golden statue of Buddha that no one can hit or scold, just like the golden statue of Buddha in a temple that is only for people to kneel down and worship.

Is your father really happy with what he does? "

Emperor Jingyuan was stunned.

happy……

How can the emperor still have a heart...

Goodbye Yuan Hong.

"The father asked his son if he was suffering. The son was not suffering. The son only felt that his father was suffering.

My son will soon be reunited with his mother, sister, uncle..."

He was talking and smiling, letting the biting wind blow his hair and ruffle his Chinese clothes...

Not long after, the rebel leader was beheaded, Emperor Jingyuan fell ill, and Prince Yuanruo officially took charge of the country.

Snowing.

One year has passed so quickly.

Again, under the crabapple tree in Princess Ruian's Mansion, there was an oven set up in the snow, and several people sat around, making tea, roasting sweet potatoes, and mandarin oranges.

Yuan Tong'er couldn't help but sigh: "When I first came here, it was about the same time as now. In the blink of an eye, a year has passed."

Too many things happened this year. She wanted to hide and escape, but she always seemed to be pushed forward by a big invisible hand. Fortunately, everything that should have happened happened, and what shouldn't have happened did not affect her at all.

Lu Xingzhou also sighed.

"No one expected that so many things would happen in just one year. Suddenly, the power in the capital was turned upside down. The former Ningguo Marquis Mansion collapsed overnight, and the most favored eldest princess also ended up like this. Such an outcome.”

He couldn't help but click his tongue twice as he spoke.

"The most ruthless emperor's family!"

Ruan Hongzhu couldn't help but interject.

"It's true that this Jingyuan... that person is cruel to kill so many of his own babies in one year! I guess it's because there are so many children. If he is the only one, he will melt if he holds it in his mouth! "

"I think he's a bit softer."

Cen Huan replied.

"He didn't even bother to meet the person he killed before. Now, he seems to be a little moved."

Lu Xingzhou shook his head, "I don't think you have a soft heart."

Yuan Tong'er was silent for a long time, then suddenly breathed a long sigh of relief and said: "When people reach their twilight years, they probably have thought through some things."

As she spoke, she looked at Cen Huan and asked, "Sister, what are your plans for the future?"

Cen Huan hesitated slightly, and subconsciously touched his lower abdomen.

Yuan Tong'er was still confused, and Ruan Hongzhu stepped forward and said in surprise: "You can't be..."

Cen Huan's face turned red and he said softly: "It's not stable yet, so I don't plan to say anything."

Only then did Yuan Tong'er understand. She quickly got up and ran over, her hand unconsciously touching Cen Huan's belly.

"Is it the fourth brother's?"

Cen Huan nodded. Suddenly he thought of something and added: "He doesn't know yet."

Yuan Tong'er almost jumped up, suppressing her excitement and said: "This is... too surprising, isn't it?! When... are you guys?"

Lu Xingzhou couldn't help but patted her and said, "Why are you asking when? Besides, what time? You, a girl, ask too many questions!"

Yuan Tong'er didn't mean this at first, but when he suddenly asked him like this, it seemed like he was asking something he shouldn't have asked. Everyone was embarrassed for a moment, and everyone laughed.

Yuan Tong'er couldn't explain it, so he didn't explain it. He called Lu Hua to go to the private treasury to get some gold locks and jade rings, anything that could be given to the baby.

Cen Huan hurriedly stopped him, saying it was still early.

But Yuan Tong'er couldn't wait any longer. Everyone was talking to each other, looking forward to the New Year and the birth of a new life.

After drinking a round of tea, Yuan Wu came, and his tired look cleared up instantly when he saw Cen Huan.

He came to pick up Cen Huan. Seeing the crowd and the excitement, he couldn't help but stay and drink some.

The snow didn't fall too much, it was quiet and beautiful.

While laughing, there was a sudden crunch of eager feet on the snow.

Qu Baiyu came here covered in wind and snow, and walked to the crabapple tree but did not go any further.

The skylight and snowy shadows made his clothes glow with a faint, cold light. His back was straight, like a proud tree.

Lu Xingzhou joked: "What? Are you jealous again?"

Qu Baiyu ignored him, and just looked at Yuan Tong'er intently. His glazed phoenix eyes were cold and wise, completely lacking the tender love of the past.

She didn't know what was going on, but Yuan Tong'er felt as if something had lifted her heart.

After seeing Chi Guo walking out behind Qu Baiyu, she suddenly understood.

"Are you her?"

Qu Baiyu asked.

He didn't seem to have much patience to say the questions he wanted to ask. He seemed to have no patience to say one more word or one more word.

Everyone present looked at each other in confusion, except for Cen Huan and the people from Princess Ruian's Mansion. After seeing Chi Guo, they all understood what Qu Baiyu meant.

Ruan Hongzhu said hurriedly: "Chi Guo, what did you fart again?!"

Chi Guo laughed ferociously, but ignored them.

From the moment he was picked on by Yuan Tong'er, he no longer had any friendship with them.

Looking at Yuan Tong'er who had been looking at him, Qu Baiyu squeezed his palms and gritted his teeth and said: "Answer me, are you?"

Yuan Tong'er opened her mouth, but suddenly she didn't know what to say, so she shook her head.

The snow seemed to have stopped, and she could clearly see Qu Baiyu, who was like a man in the painting, and his trembling eyes were suddenly filled with dust.

She knew it was disappointment, disappointment that she was not her.

"...No, I'm not."

Yuan Tong'er's voice suddenly became uncontrollable, and there was a hint of pleasure and melodiousness in the cold dust, as if she was liberated when she said these words.