036 Farewell Song

If Du Lan is finally sentenced to return home, she will not be allowed to enter the palace in this life. The little princess was left in the palace and raised by the empress dowager herself.

Nangong Yi will make such a judgment, but it does not take into account the face of the general of Zhenguo, but for Murong Xueyan.

On that day, the weather was sunny. Murong Xueyan, with the help of Xiurong, went to the trial site in person. The final result was unexpected by everyone. Concubine Yan was so angry that her whole face turned purple, and she took a tearful offensive again in an attempt to change Nangongyi's decision, but he was not influenced by her as before.

Du Lanruo looked at Murong Xueyan and smiled gratefully. She knew that such a result must be the result of Murong Xueyan's repeated efforts.

Bei Tanghao looked at Du Lanruo again, but felt that everything was like another world.

Origin, remember, reunion, he once thought that they could live a peaceful life forever.

After all, it is deep and shallow.

When she left, her eyes did not fall on him, just as they had never met.

Murong Xueyan personally sent Tu Lanruo away.

Their pair of difficult sisters turned around and returned to their original point. What's more ridiculous is that they were defeated by the same person.

"Lan Ruo, what are your plans for the future?"

"I'm very relieved that Ya'er is by the Empress Dowager's side. As for me, since it is no longer possible with him, I won't marry her for the rest of my life." Du Lanruo looked calm. A few days of prison life made her see everything transparent, and then asked, "What about you, Xueyan?"

"I..." I raised my head and saw several swallows in the sky gently crossing the surface of the water, making the water ripples one after another. Murong Xueyan pointed to her heart and smiled, "My here, I'm dead."

"What happened?" Duranruo looked at her nervously.

"Yesterday, Noble Concubine Yan came to the royal palace and pushed me down the attic. My child is gone." Covering her hand in her lower abdomen, although the unforgettable pain was no longer there, it still made her still have palpitations.

She even lost her child, but Nangong Yi still defended Yan Guifei. He said that she didn't mean it. Such an understated sentence is the answer to the noble concubine Yan who caused her to lose their children.

In his eyes, what his Yun'er did was right. At the beginning, he could marry a woman he didn't love to cover up Yun'er's crimes. Now he naturally won't believe her crimes counted in Murong Xueyan's mouth. In his heart, what he is most worried about should be Yun'er, and her Murong Xueyan is just a dispensable substitute...

"Xueyan, stay away from that woman. She's too terrible." Du Lanruo had a cold war all over.

"I knew it a long time ago." Murong Xueyan laughed at herself and said, "From the time she hired someone to kill me and left a scar on my forehead, to the time she killed me and hired someone to poison me, so that Mr. Leng lost an eye for me, I knew that this woman could use any means to deal with others."

If Du Lan knows all these things, she is not too surprised. She just feels sad when she hears Murong Xueyan mention the old things again. The time of these years is like a dream for them...

In the dream, joys and sorrows are staged in turn; after waking up, what happened in the dream is unbearable to look back.

I woke up from a dream, but I was bruised all over.

Du Lanruo looked at Murong Xueyan's pale face, empty eyes, and sick body. He couldn't prevent a burst of heartache: "Xueyan, you'd better go back to rest early. You don't have to send me."

"I can stand it." Murong Xueyan insisted on sending Du Lanruo to her doorstep.

This deep courtyard is a home that has been raised by Duranruo for 16 years. Now, after wandering around for two or three years, she has returned here. She couldn't give up her daughter, but she didn't even have the courage to look at her daughter again - she was afraid that she would not be able to move. And what about Beitanghao?

This warm and jade-like man is once again so far away from her.

At that sacrificial ceremony, she should not have pretended to be a bodyguard because of a whim. If there was no beginning, there would be no later.

Murong Xueyan saw what was on her mind and put her hand on her back to show comfort. Then she said, "Lan Ruo, there is a poem called 'If life is just like the first sight'..."

"If life is just like the first time..." Duran Ruo muttered to herself, tears like diarrhea.

If life was just like the first time, she would still be the daughter of her general, and he would still be his gentle emperor.

If there is no start, there is no end. There is no pleasure and no regret.

"If life is just like the first sight, what is the sad autumn wind painting fan?" Murong Xueyan repeated the sentence, read out the second half of the sentence, and thought of herself and Nangongyi.

From fighting with each other to cherishing each other, and in the end, no matter how much concern there is, it will be zero.

Before the autumn wind rose, she made a fan of silk beside Nangong Yi's heart, which was abandoned like a wisp.

They shouldn't even have a first sight. She finally had the opportunity to be reborn in this era, so she shouldn't have gone to Nangongyi. If there is no intersection between them, it may be better for each other.

2

Murong Xueyan packed up her clothes and brought Xiurong, as well as Xiao Yang, the little boy who had been secretly in love with Xiurong, and a steward in the house, and two rough maids. The group moved to the other garden she bought herself.

It was originally a residence of 13,000 yuan. After the accident, the whole family moved away and sold the house. Murong Xueyan bought the house at the right time. Except for the "Qianyuan Meeting" held in April last year, she used this place. On weekdays, she didn't come once. Fortunately, she will regularly hire someone to clean the house. When she moves in this time, it's nothing more than to hire someone to clean it up a little.

She moved away when Nangong Yi went up to court. She knew about it, only a group of servants in the royal palace.

Murong Xueyan did not tell anyone in advance where she was going. Even Xiurong went to the house bought by Murong Xueyan and knew that her princess was going to move to the house of the richest man in the capital.

Of course, since Murong Xueyan acquired the house, the plaque at the door of the house has been changed to "Mufu".

She wants to restore her Mu Zhiqing's name, and she doesn't want to borrow Murong Xueyan's identity anymore. She didn't move too far, and subconsciously, she still couldn't give up Nangongyi.

No matter what, he is also the only man she has loved for so many years.

However, she doesn't want to see him again and can't forgive him for what he has done to her for Yan Guifei.

What a contradictory psychology.

Lying on the bed, but people can't fall asleep for a long time. There are too many things on her mind and the troubles are so heavy that she can't sleep. She fixed her eyes on the window lattice for a long time, until her eyes were sore...

Finally, I slipped into sleep. In my dream, I finally met someone I wanted to see but didn't want to see.

Looking at each other for a long time, they are speechless.

What should I say? Everything that can be said and can't be said has been said.

Things are human, which is the most poisonous word she has ever seen. She really hopes that there is something called Meng Po soup in the world, so that she can drink it and forget the past.

After waking up, she felt much better. She got up and sat down in front of the desk. She ordered a maid to lay paper and ink to prepare for painting.

Starting the pen, writing, where the heart is, flowing clouds, one go, there is no moment of stagnation.

When it was finished, her eyes stopped.

Portrait of Nangong Yi.

This is the second time, driven by consciousness, he draws his appearance.

His fingertips trembled slightly, and he wanted to touch the portrait of a man who was no longer possible to him, but he finally withdrew his hand.

Nangongyi, I don't think she will be able to find her easily. Since their wedding, they have been holding on the principle of "non-interference with each other", so Nangong Yi also knew about her relationship with Mingcuifang more than half a year later. Although he knew about her opening a winery, he did not know exactly which teahouses, restaurants, inns and brothers she cooperated with. Naturally, she didn't know about Nangong Yi about buying Wanzhai.

This is her selfishness on a whim: what she thought was just to have a quarrel with Nangong Yi one day. She could use this place as a "shelion" so that he could not find her, and she was anxious.

I didn't expect that when this house really came in handy, their feelings came to the point where they couldn't turn back.

"Princess..." Xiurong's voice came.

"From now on, call me Miss." Murong Xueyan put down the brush and raised her eyes indifferently.

"I don't understand." Xiurong said with emotion, "Since your child had a miscarriage, the prince looks very sad, and the maidservant feels that he still cares about you."

Caring... It's not something that can forget everything.

She can't forgive, because it's his reason that she lost her child; she can't forgive that he can cover up the woman again and again.

It's not for love, you can give up everything humbly. She has her pride, her self-esteem, and her bottom line.

"Don't mention anything about the royal palace anymore." Murong Xueyan said, "Xiurong, you will call everyone tomorrow and tell everyone that from now on, they will call me 'Miss', and everyone is not allowed to mention those things about the royal palace."

Thinking about herself, she was also a kind and lovely girl when Mu Zhiqing was still. She had never done anything wrong to others. When she became Murong Xueyan, she asked herself to act openly and did nothing wrong. I never thought that God would punish her in such a way.

Child... Every time she thinks of a child, her heart hurts.

Does God think that she is not qualified to be a good mother, so she borrowed the hand of Concubine Yan to take away her child?

No, no, she doesn't believe that God will arrange it like this. She is not the kind of person who believes in fate.

The child is gone, and she and Nangong Yi have come to an end, but she still has to survive, so she must take good rest and recuperate.

Forget all the unhappiness of the past and face a new life again.

Her physical age is only seventeen years old, still like a flower, and there is still a lot of hope.

In addition to feelings, she is no longer hopeful.